“Holy crap! It’s cold!” Tracy exclaimed, rubbing at her arms. She had a gorgeous body, I mused, even though it was quickly being covered in goose bumps. She was about 5’8″ with firm high breasts, long toned legs, and a flat stomach. I sighed softly. My 38D breasts had been firm two children ago.
They sat next to us and Tracy immediately leaned forward conspiratorially.
“Oh my God! I have to tell you what we just saw!” she began. “So we got to the sauna and it’s super dark inside, but we could tell there were a couple of other women in there already. Lamya and I sit down – it’s SO hot, but we’re just relaxing and letting our eyes adjust.”
She glanced around the pool and probably saw the same indistinct movements that I had noticed. Lowering her voice, Tracy continued, “Turns out it’s not just a couple of women – it’s THREE women!”
“And they’re having sex!” Lamya blurted out. “Like – right there on the bench!” I saw she was breathing heavily, though whether from what they’d seen in the sauna, the walk up the slight incline to the hot tub, or just the heat of the pool, I wasn’t sure.
“What do you mean, ‘they were having sex’?” Jen asked, obviously puzzled. I was reminded of how naïve Jen is. I recalled having to explain to her why she probably shouldn’t use the term “double-fisting” when talking about someone holding two drinks.
Tracy rolled her eyes at her friend and explained. “One of them was lying on the bench with one woman basically sitting on her face and the other eating her out and finger fucking her.” She grinned. “I have to say, it was pretty hot.”
I was suddenly very aware that we were all naked and I became conscious of the tickling sensation of the water lapping at my nipples.
“Are they allowed to do that?” Jen asked, frowning and looking around the pool. “I mean – it’s sort of in public.”
“Shannon told me this place is rather… unconventional,” Tracy said. “I know I don’t mind. I’m tempted to go back and watch the rest of the show.”
I was tempted too and as I bit my lip, I noticed Tracy was looking at me rather speculatively. She held my gaze for a long moment and I saw a smile hovering around the edge of her lips.
“Maybe they actually enjoy an audience,” Lamya suggested. “Not me though – too cold to walk all that way back there.”
Tracy looked directly at me again and said, “I think I’ll go back. Hey – if they’re going to do it where they can be watched, then they shouldn’t be bothered by some company. Besides, I love the heat of a sauna. I’ll come back to cool off in a bit. Kate, you should come check it out too – the cold air followed by the sauna is really awesome.”
I wasn’t sure if Tracy was flirting with me or if I was imagining it because I was so horny, but I didn’t care. The heaviness in my groin was doing my thinking for me. I stood up to follow her and said to the other women: “I probably won’t stay long – I usually find saunas too hot.”
“OK – report back in a bit,” Lamya said jokingly and the two of them moved a bit farther away from the steps into a slightly deeper part of the pool.
I grabbed a towel and my bathrobe and hurried after Tracy.
“It’s freaking cold!” I said to her, my teeth starting to chatter. My nipples had hardened almost immediately after leaving the pool and I noticed Tracy’s were as well. She hadn’t bothered to don her bathrobe but was holding it loosely in one arm as she ushered me down the path.
“You’ll be warm soon,” she said. “C’mon.”
We left our bathrobes outside the small wooden shack that housed the sauna and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind us. Tracy grabbed my arm to lead me to a small bench just to the right of the door and we sat, allowing our eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could hear gasps and heavy breathing from the other side of the room and it wasn’t long before I was able to see the two women on the bench across from us. One of the three that Tracy and Lamya had seen must have left but the scene wasn’t too different.
A shapely blonde woman who looked to be in her mid to late 20s was sprawled naked on the bench, a white towel under her. Her hair was a shoulder length dark gold in the dim light, her lips full and parted slightly. Her waist was trim and her breasts high and full, as one might expect from such a young woman. She was holding the backs of her thighs, exposing herself to the attentions of the other woman – a petite brunette, with much shorter hair and small tight breasts. She was kneeling on a towel in front of the bench, and I could see some sort of tattoo at the base of her spine. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth on the blonde.
