At the risk of dating myself, whatever that means, there was a time when hotels didn't keep a constant camera on the pool and hot tub, and they actually could be used anytime you needed a relaxing soak or swim. There was a 'patio hotel' chain originating in Texas that was particularly adept at this concept. I used to wrap a towel around me and walk out to the pool when I had a long day or otherwise was suffering from insomnia. Usually I had the pool/hot tub to myself, but occasionally there were others enjoying the amenities as well.
I can honestly say that I haven't done that in a while. At least until recently.
I had to visit a project in Corpus Christi and made a trip down to the National Seashore that afternoon. It was a weekday and the beach excursion was uneventful. Well, almost. I stopped on the public beach in an area that is often clothing optional, and there were a few enjoying the option. I went in for a final dip and noticed a car lurking about. Obviously not LEO, I didn't bother with a cover. He pulled up and asked if it was ok to be naked there. He claimed to be from Port A, and had heard that there was a clothing optional area but not sure where it was. I explained the ins and outs of nudity regulations in Texas and the various jurisdictions that patrol the beaches. There is only one public beach where nudity is allowed and that's on Lake Travis. Everywhere else, well, it's complicated. Long story, short, he parked, dropped trou, and ran into the water. 😁
But, this is a story of the hotel. After stopping at the Surf Shop bar for a pint and fish tacos, I checked into the hotel. I chatted with the friendly receptionist and came to the conclusion that she was the only staff on duty. Not sure why that was important or even crossed my mind, but I filed it away anyway. After settling in the room and not finding anything on the tube, the aches and pains of traveling and exercise started to demand attention. I thought, "hey, I bet this place has a hot tub!". I threw on a pair of shorts to investigate the amenities.
Sure enough, off the main corridor on the first floor, was the pool and hot tub. Shorts were the closest thing to swimwear that I had with me, but I didn't like the prospect of lounging in wet shorts. I simply sat on the edge of the tub and dangled my legs in the warm and invigorating water. I scouted out the area for cameras, but failed to find any. Knowing that they were probably there anyway, I decided to be cautious.
I wrapped a pool towel around me and slid the shorts off. Then I slid down into the water, leaving the towel on the side. Feeling very proud of my stealth, I lingered in the tub for several minutes. At one point, a couple of women came into the area and we chatted casually. A while after they left, I felt it was time for me to cool off. So I slid out of the water, into the towel and repeated the process at the pool. Ahh...
A couple of cycles between the tub and pool and I was feeling much better. Then I spied the sauna! Wow!Pay dirt! No one else interrupted my spa treatment, as I lounged as long as I wanted. The last thing I wanted to do was put on the shorts for the brief trip back to the room, so I planned out a route through the stairs. Leaving the pool towel in the hamper and shorts in hand, just in case.
I was on the third floor, headed down the hall, when the elevator doors opened and a young couple popped into the hall ahead of me. I simply held the shorts strategically in front and greeted them as though everything was as it should be. They responded nicely as we passed each other. They reached their room as I reached mine, but I didn't look back to see what reaction they may have had from my clearly exposed butt. No audible reaction was detected.
Best night at a hotel in a long time.
