I've never seen my platon girlfriends naked, but I once saw a colleague of mine naked in a sauna.
This story happened about a year and a half ago.
We'd worked at the same company for many years and barely knew each other, but I knew she had a family and children. We were both 38 years old.
We were studying abroad for a couple of days in Croatia and were sent on a business trip. There were about six of us from the company. I managed to book a room at the same hotel where the training was taking place, but the rest of my colleagues were staying in another part of the city.
The training ended around 5:00 PM, and dinner for the entire delegation was scheduled for 8:00 PM. After the training, I went to my room and tried to occupy the time until dinner. I remembered there was a spa at the hotel, so I put on my swimming trunks and robe and headed there.
The spa receptionist greeted me with a smile, and, realizing I was a foreigner visiting the hotel for the first time, explained the rules. The hotel spa was unique in that it was clothes-optional. This meant that nakedness was not prohibited, although a robe was encouraged. She strictly emphasized two points:
1. Swimwear is not permitted in the sauna and hammam, but a towel is permitted.
2. Underwear is permitted in the jacuzzi.
I was intrigued by this practice. After all, our country has a fairly conservative sauna culture, and everyone wears clothes, and I had never experienced anything like this before. Besides, I hadn't realized such a practice was common in this part of Croatia. Excited, I put on my swimming trunks and headed to the spa.
The spa area had several lounge chairs, two enclosed showers, a jacuzzi, a Finnish sauna, and a Turkish hammam. Upon entering, I saw two lone men (one in shorts, the other in a robe over his bare skin), an elderly woman in her 70s in a robe, a young couple in bathing suits, and my colleague, a 38-year-old woman, sitting in the jacuzzi.
We weren't particularly familiar, but we already knew each other by name. Let's call her A. She nodded at me kindly, and I responded with a smile and a nod.
After a brief hesitation, I threw my things on the only available lounge chair, went to the shower, where I removed my swimming trunks, wrapped myself in a towel, and entered the Finnish sauna. A few minutes later, an elderly woman entered the sauna, wrapped only her lower half in a towel, and sat topless. I wasn't interested in her, but the very idea of sharing a sauna with a naked member of the opposite sex was intriguing. Through the door of the Finnish sauna, I could see the jacuzzi where my colleague was sitting. After a while, she started to get out of the jacuzzi, and—oh my god—she was topless, wearing tiny panties. As she got out, she quickly covered herself with her arms and a towel, so none of the men in the spa area could see anything. Then she went to a lounge chair.
Our lounge chairs were next to each other, and when I left the Finnish sauna, showered, and put on a robe over my naked body, I went to the lounge chair next to hers.
We talked for about 10 minutes. It turned out her husband knew me well. She wanted to stay at this hotel, but there were no rooms, so she checked into another part of the city. And now she didn't know how to spend the time before dinner—it was a long drive to her hotel. So she decided to stop by the spa, even though she hadn't brought a swimsuit. She really loves spas and regrets that we don't have a culture like Germany's.
Then, wrapped in a towel, she went into the Turkish hamam, telling me to join her. And I did a minute later.
There was a young couple in the hamam—a guy and a girl, about 28 years old. They were wearing swimsuits, which violated the rules, but they didn't care. When I, wrapped in a towel, sat down on the bench next to A, she, also wrapped in a towel, grumbled that young people were breaking the rules. Meanwhile, the girl and guy grabbed a cold water hose from the floor and started pouring it on each other to cool off. A. thought it was a great idea. The couple left, and we sat for another five minutes in complete silence and almost complete darkness. Then A suggested that I pour cold water on her from the hose. I agreed. Then she turned her back to me and threw off her towel. I poured cold water on her, examining her bare back and rather juicy ass in tiny panties. "Do you want me to pour it from the front?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. And she turned around, covering both breasts with one hand. She was a C- or D-cup, which was impossible to cover properly with one hand. And she was slim for 35, without any excess weight.
I liked it.
"Should I cool you down now?" she asked.
"Yes, you can. But I'm not wearing a bathing suit, if that doesn't bother you."
"You think I haven't seen naked men's asses?"
I threw off the towel and stood with my back to her, exposing my bare bottom. After a while, I turned to face her, covering my penis with both hands. She hosed me down, holding the hose in one hand and leaving the other free, exposing her breasts. In the darkness of the hammam, I could see her small nipples, dark brown, it seemed to me. And her breasts were beyond praise (for a 38-year-old woman). She wasn't shy about showing them to a barely familiar colleague from the same office!
My penis began to get erect, but I wasn't embarrassed. Instead, I pulled one hand away and began covering myself with only the other, very casually. I thought she caught a glimpse of my swelling penis out of the corner of her eye and smirked.
After finishing, she sat in the hammam naked for a while (without a towel, just in panties). I sat naked too, unsure what to do with my erection. I was most afraid that someone would walk in, but the proximity of an attractive, almost completely naked woman continued to arouse me.
Finally, after a couple of minutes, we wrapped ourselves in towels and started to leave. As we left the hamam, A. pointed at my erection, which was protruding beneath the towel, and said that was the best compliment a woman could ever receive. She also said that we were both smart enough to keep this nudist thing between us.
I went back to my room and masturbated. Then I went to dinner, where I saw A. clothed. We barely spoke. I drank heavily and masturbated before bed. And then in the morning.
Now I periodically see A. at work in the office. Sometimes I see her and her husband around town. We always say hello, but never speak.
Not much time has passed since then; I became fascinated with bathhouse culture, and I've never had anything like it since. And the memories of that day warm my heart.
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