Mixed Sauna..
 

I'll gladly tell you all this story and swear every word of it is true. I'm not going to tell you that I have a 12 inch one or that I've bedded every girl from here to Kalamazoo. Its just a simple story of what happened a few years ago when I had a job in a humdrum office.

Linda ( name changed to protect her) was about 28, and a married co worker there. We had one of those nice working relationships where you both laugh at things that no one else found funny. She was about 5 feet 5 inches tall, with auburn hair that was shaggy permed, as was the fashion then. She was not built like a fashion model, but was by no means fat either, but just looked like a woman should look, with a 36b chest and nicely tapered calves and thighs. I particulary liked her clear blue eyes and warm, even smile. I fancied her of course, but the husband thing stopped me from ever trying anythng. She often would tell me her marital woes at lunchtimes, and I'd listen as best I could, but I think she was nothing more than just bored. One boiling Summers day we got round to the subject of going swimming together at the local pool after work, and she surprised me by telling me that the centre had a sauna and health spa that had alternate days for men and women, and a mixed day on a wednesday. 'Do you fancy it then?' she said half jokingly. 'You're on', I said, calling her bluff. I had no experience of a mixed sauna, but had gone without my shorts on greek beaches before. This though was very different.

Wednesday seemed to take forever to come around, but after looks and smiles between us all day, 5pm finally arrived. We drove to the centre chatting happily, but as we parked, Linda's face became deadly serious. 'Bloody hell' she whispered. 'I cant believe I'm doing this. The only person to have ever seen me without my clothes is my husband, and now everyone is going to get a look at me absolutely starkers'. I of course was trying to act cool, as if this sort of situation happened to me all the time, but my mouth was dry with anticipation and only my grip on the steering wheel stopped my hand from shaking. 'You'll be fine' I said, trying to reassure her, but the truth was that I could have done with some reassurance too.

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Second part. Sorry...
 

Eventually we summoned the courage to walk in, where I paid our dues and was handed two white robes. I led Linda into the changing area, where I grew even more nervous. I had no idea if it was expected to strip off completely, and I had visions of being carted away by the police. For all I knew it was a strictly 'swimsuit' evening. Linda was holding her robe close to her chest for comfort, and I decided to get the lie of the land. The changing area was empty, so I opened the door to the spa area slightly to see what was 'the done thing'. The sauna and steam rooms lay on the left, but at the far end was a tanned, ample lady of perhaps sixty showering completely naked. This confirmed the uniform for the evening and my anticipation of seeing Linda au naturel made my heart beat faster.

'Are they all... you know.. in there?' she enquired timidly. 'Yes it seems so' I replied.After all, just because I'd seen one elderly bottom didnt mean all the customers did the same. I decided not to prolong things any further and began to take off my shirt and trousers. Linda waited until I was down to my boxers before moving away from the communal changing area and, to my dismay, into one of the cubicles, drawing the blue curtain briskly across. I lowered my shorts as fast as I could and tied a towel around my waist, and leant on the table waiting for Linda to join me. I could hear her take several deep breaths as she undressed, and was thrilled to see her jeans fall around her slim ankles from below the curtain. She appeared after what seemed like hours, with a white towel wrapped tightly around her and her hair tied back with a band. 'Come on then' she smiled. 'In for a penny..' and pulled the door open.

We entered the spa area, looking around us to see what to do next. The elderly lady had vanished, and not a soul seemed to be around. I suggested the sauna first, and she followed me into the gloom and breathaking heat. The sauna was empty too, and this seemed to make Linda relax quite a bit. We sat together on the bench and chatted about the intense heat for a couple of minutes until the conversation became as dry as the heat. Linda's hair had become soaked and straight, and with no make up and glowing skin, she looked simply stunning. I was able to grab long looks at her bare, freckled shoulders and a tantalising few inches of cleavage while she closed her eyes to drink in the steam. She opened them after another couple of minutes, with beads of sweat on her forehead. 'I think I need to have a shower, I'm feeling a bit woozy' she said. 'Me too' I replied. 'Me too'

part 3..
 

Linda rose a little unsteadily, still swathed from chest to mid thigh in her white towel. Her chest and neck were cherry red with a mixture of heat and presumably embarrassment. She stopped before opening the door and turned to me.

'Im just going to have a quick one- could you just watch out in case anyone comes? I don't want anyone else to see me when I'm.. you know..'

'Of course.. no problem ' I answered, trying to be the gentleman I clearly wasn't. My heart was of course pounding with the fact that she had used the words 'anyone else' which suggested she was at least prepared to let me see her. Fortunately, my own state was not showing physically just yet. I presumed my nerves were preventing that, but it felt strange feeling so excited without the usual evidence.

Linda led us to the shower area and looked both ways like she was crossing a busy street. Luckily for her no one seemed to be around, so she took her opportunity quickly. With her back to me, she whipped off her towel, handed it to me blindly and tiptoed into the the shower cubicle. She had clearly been completely nude under her towel, and at last I had the pleasure of seeing her lovely, feminine bottom as it bounced merrily away, the rounded cheeks reddened and striped slightly from the sauna bench. She turned the cool water on, and peered at me over her shoulder, refusing to turn around.

'Let me know if someone comes!' she hissed, as she began to let the water run over her head and down her body. I stood on sentry duty, half looking at short corridors which led to who knew where, and half turning round to see the soapy water running freely down Linda's wonderful body. I could hear her humming lightly in an attempt to make the situation feel normal, but I knew she was far from comfortable. I turned to look at the fabulous sight again, and began to neglect my primary duty. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a heavy door closing and the sound of distant voices.

'Linda..I think someone's comi..'

It was as far as I got. She had heard it too, visibly jumped, and spun around instantly. She held out her hands and stepped rapidly towards me, looking for the refuge of her towel. Her face was pained with genuine anxiety, and she no longer seemed to care about how much of her body she was now placing on display. I drank in the wonderful sight. Her breasts were beautifully rounded, a perfect size, and stood very high and full for a woman of 28. Her nipples were the palest of pinks, and erect from the freezing water. I stood transfixed like a fool, watching her breasts bounce and sway as she grabbed the towel from me. As she did so, my eyes were drawn between her thighs, where a beautiful triangle of auburn hair made a fleeting appearance before disappearing again beneath the white cotton.

4...
 

Linda had just disappeared back into the sauna by the time that the owners of the voices appeared, a naked elderly couple whose description I will not dwell on here. They were pleasant enough though, and we exchanged 'good evenings' as they entered seperate shower stalls. I whipped off my towel and entered the same stall so urgently vacated by Linda moments earlier, and turned on the freezing water as high as it would go. It cleared my head and cooled my blood, and by the time I had taken a minute or two to take stock of the evening so far, the elderly couple had already returned to wherever it was they had come from.

I headed back to Linda, but on the way just left my towel off. As anyone who has been in the situation will tell you, its an extremely uncomfortable feeling to be the only clothed person when everyone else is naked. No, I had decided, that would be the end of the towel for the evening, and Linda would just have to accept it.

I opened the door to the dim, arid sauna to see Linda alone, and sat in the same place as before. She had her towel drawn up over her chest again, bathroom style, but her eyes betrayed her with a sneaky look between my legs as I sat down beside her.

'Oh.. I see you've decided to er..go without' she muttered, gesturing at her own towel.
'Yep' I replied, as casually as I could manage. 'Everyone else seems to, so I thought I was being a bit rude'.

We fell silent again as the heat seeped into our pores. She broke the peace after a minute.
'You know out there..' she began. 'Did you see me?'
I paused as long as I could. 'Well of course I saw you. You took a shower right in front of me'. I played with her, enjoying watching her squirm.

'Oh stop being silly' she mocked. I know you could see my bum. I dont mind that. You know what I mean. When the people came..when I had to turn round.. did you see.. the rest of me?
Linda's hand gestured downwards from her towelling covered breasts to her waist. She was smiling that gorgeous smile, her cheeks the most wonderful shade of pink. For the first time tonight I sensed she was both embarrassed and a little exhilarated at the same time.
'Well, I don't know. I suppose. Perhaps. I dont really know. It all happened so fast.' I did my best impression of complete indifference. To poor effect, apparently.

'So you did then! Flippin' heck!' A silence followed as she took in the enormity of the event.

She gathered herself again after a few moments and with the aid of some extremely deep breaths.

'I don't mind. Really I don't. I knew you'd have to see me starkers sometime tonight. I've known that all week. Silly really. As long as its just you who gets to look' She pulled at her towel again, and exhaled loudly. 'Do you mind if I take mine off too? I mean its boiling, and while its just us in here? You dont mind do you? It seems a bit unfair to keep mine on if you are going to be like that. Is that allright? Can I put it on again if someone comes?

Her scattergun nervousness and indecision were both charming and mind blowingly sexy. Quite why she thought she needed my approval to disrobe was unclear, but it was a delicious feeling merely to be asked.

5...
 

It was unbelievably tempting to take charge of the situation right there, and as I am recalling the moment, it's difficult to believe I didn't. This was indeed a very fine wire I was walking. My body was pleading with me to agree with her logic and suggest that she stripped off right there. However, being a female, my agreement would certainly have made her less inclined to do so. Instead I once again feigned disinterest.

'You can do as you like Linda, it's fine either way.'

I stared straight ahead and let her struggle with her decision. She bit her lip nervously, and seemingly found great interest in the wooden ceiling.

'Well I'm going to do it' she finally announced. 'Its only you. Silly not to. You've seen them..me..already anyway'

It must be said that what followed was no spectacular act of burlesque, but was no less exciting for all that. She stayed firmly seated next to me, and unceremoniously undid her towel from the front. Her ungainly fidgetting caused her arm to gently nudge my ribs as the towel fell forward.

'Whoops!..sorry'

There was no need for her to be sorry. Her breasts were free at last, firm and glistening in the half light. They were slightly paler than the rest of her torso, and she bore the strap marks of an English summer. I took careful peeks as she closed her eyes, and marvelled at the sight of her. Her nipples were still that most muted of pinks, but seemed larger than before and not quite as erect. I moved my eyes lower where her stomach continued down towards her hips. It was hard to see where one curve ended and another began, pleasing and taunting me in equal measure. Sadly, she had arranged for her towel to lay casually across her lap, and it seemed to be laughing at my frustration.

Minutes must have passed again, lost in darkness and the overpowering heat.

'Time I had another shower' said Linda, adjusting her towel neatly and rising toward the door. 'Will you come with me again.. just in case?'

I followed dutifully down toward the cubicles. Again they stood strangely redundant, dribbling and dripping from their last patron. I didn't need to be asked again, as I knew my role well. Linda once again thrust her towel at me before stepping under the water. That bottom truly was a work of art. It would be a lie to say that it was petite, but its proportions complemented Linda's frame perfectly. The water ran off it like it were made of glass, and it simply begged to be kissed. She seemed far more relaxed as she showered this time, although she kept her back to me once again. At one point during her ablutions she even asked me if I was enjoying the evening. I thought it was quite the most ridiculous question that I had ever been asked. Eventually she reached up and turned the water off.

'Can you hear anyone this time?' she whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.

'No...I've a feeling we're the only ones here now'

Just for a moment she smiled that mischevious smile I had seen so many times during our time working together before her face became serious again.

'I suppose I'd better get this over with then. Go on, have a good look'

Linda swallowed hard and turned to face me at last, wrinkling up her eyes and nose as if waiting for some critique. Her bravery, generosity and spirit almost overwhelmed me, while my eyes simply feasted on her. That embarrassed little face, the peachy flushed skin, the water, those fabulous breasts wobbling. Her thighs, perhaps a little short, but seemingly sculpted from bronze, her erect nipples. Those clear blue eyes looking to the ceiling again. It was all too much. Above all of course was my prize, the object of my greatest desire. Nestling cosily between her legs was the most perfect triangle of tightly curled auburn pubic hair, dripping and glistening with droplets of water. My eyes were transfixed there and I soon realised that I could easily make out the feint line of her lips through it. She stood there unmoving, allowing me my pleasure until she realised exactly where I was looking.

'I think that's quite enough don't you'? she said knowingly, while letting her hand fall to cover herself.

It wasn't of course. I wasn't sure I could ever have enough.

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