A Man In The Women’s Sauna

My boyfriend Bill and I are dedicated gym goers. We work out several times a week, and prefer doing it late as the gym is less crowded. At 10:30 one Friday evening, we finished our workout. As usual, hardly anybody else was there at that hour. I told Bill I wanted to spend some time in the ladies' sauna before we left. He didn't want to wait. To induce him, I said I'd sneak him into the sauna in the women's locker room. It's always deserted at that hour anyway. I implied that we might even fool around in there after I got some heat. The forbidden nature of this scheme appealed to his sense of adventure. I scooted him into the ladies' locker room and then into the sauna inside. I lay on a lower shelf, he climbed to a top shelf across from me. As is normal in that gym, people bring towels with them but nothing else. After about 10 minutes, unexpectedly, the door to the sauna opened and a woman perhaps in her 30's came in. Naked, of course, she was a pretty, shapely woman with large breasts and a full unshaved bush. She nodded to me on the lower shelf and lay on the lower shelf across from me. With her eyes looking toward me, she didn't notice Bill above her on the top. We all lay there in silence. Then Bill said, "How much longer do you want to stay?" The lady gasped at the sound of the male voice.

To forestall a panic, I quickly said, "Oh, that's my boyfriend. The men's sauna is broken, so I invited him here. We'll be gone in a few minutes." I figured that would at least stop her from screaming for the police. But she surprised me.

"While I've lived here for years, I'm originally from Germany. It's normal there for the sexes to use the same facilities. Not so common in America."

I introduced myself. Her name was Sonia. Bill said Hi, and leaned his body down from the top to shake hands, causing him to look directly at Sonia's stretched out naked body. (Oh Bill, I thought. That's a little bold.) The German woman shook hands, gave him a nice smile, but happily didn't otherwise react.

After a while, Bill said he wanted to take a shower to wash off all the sweat. He hopped down. As we were in the ladies' locker room, I realized I had better do some reconnaissance. I told him to stay put until I made sure the locker room was empty. While I was outside, Bill stood in the sauna. As the German woman was on the lower shelf, her eyes were level with Bill's better parts.

"I see you're not circumcised," she said. "Most American men are. You're how they are in Germany. I like that natural look. I actually miss it."

Bill wasn't sure how to react. Perhaps he thought he should return the compliment.

"Well, I see you aren't shaved down there. Most American girls today shave their pubes. I like your wild look."

She laughed. "We're two admirers of the original naked look. Garden of Eden types."

When I returned from my walk around the locker room (it was empty), I found Bill and Sonia chatting amiably without concern for their naked state.

All three of us decided to shower. We grouped together in the open showers, each soaping and cleaning. I saw Sonia eyeing Bill as he thoroughly cleaned his long penis and balls. Sonia and I dressed, while Bill crossed to the Men's locker room to get his street clothes.

At our suggestion, we stopped into a nearby bar. We got a table and Bill soon returned with three beers. "I'm glad you were cool when you heard Bill's voice," I said. "An American woman would have freaked out from a guy into the women's sauna."

"You Americans have never shaken your Puritan origins," she replied. "We don't walk the streets naked in Germany, but we don't faint from nudity in appropriate settings."

We got along well, and learned that she was a recent divorcee. With no current love interest.

"So, what do you do for sex?" asked Bill.

I kicked him under the table.

But Sonia laughed. "Well, you don't have many inhibitions, do you? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, after your sauna debut."

Bill smiled and said he was just kidding. But I knew he wasn't. Sonia knew he wasn't, either.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked.

Now, I should pause to tell you that Bill has long wanted us to engage in a three-way. I always said no, partly because every name Bill suggested was either a friend or colleague. I couldn't dream of doing something like that with anyone I'd see regularly. Bill was now seizing an opportunity, without consulting me.

"We don't live far from here," Bill said. "I have a refrigerator full of beers, including some fine German lagers. Why don't we go there?"

It was agreed and we walked the few blocks to our townhouse. Bill and Sonia chatted away. I was a bundle of nerves. You'd have thought they were the couple, and I the stranger being led God-knows-where.

When we got to our house, Bill put on some music and proffered the German lagers. We three sat on the sofa, Bill in the middle. Bill stretched out an arm and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me, a long, lingering kiss, more passionate than normal. He was setting the stage, sending a message to Sonia. Then he pulled her closer and kissed her. She responded readily, putting her hand on his chest. He reciprocated by cupping one of her breasts. The two of them began grappling each other. I was an observer. I locked eyes with Sonia, nodding my head yes, to give my sanction to their passion.

She hardly was waiting for my approval. I guess it had been a while for her, and she hungrily tugged at Bill's clothes. He did the same to her, peeling off her blouse and reaching behind to unclasp the bra. Those large breasts made another appearance, and Bill squeezed the nipples. Sonia unbuttoned Bill's trousers and lowered the zipper. She pulled the pants off. That penis she'd observed flaccid in the sauna showed its true colors, tenting his briefs. Lowering each side of the underwear, she gave that organ the freedom it was seeking. Soon the two of them were as naked as they had been in the sauna. I felt like a third wheel. Bill turned to me. "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes." I did.

The three of us moved to the bedroom. Sonia lay on her back on the bed, her legs over Bill's shoulders. His tongue was ravishing her slit. I was behind Bill, rubbing his buttocks, reaching beneath to massage the hanging testicles.

Together, Sonia and I rolled Bill onto his back, to gain access to his erection, which was towering over his abdomen.

"You're the guest; you get him first," I told Sonia.

She asked if we had a condom. We did, and Sonia slid it over Bill's penis. "Now," she said. She straddled Bill, her on top, and let him enter her. She rocked against the penis, sliding it in and out, her hands resting on Bill's chest. The sounds of their excitement and their flushed faces were arousing. I rubbed my clit, enjoying the sight more than I anticipated. I'd never thought I was a voyeur, but I loved witnessing their raw sexual passion.

Bill climaxed and grunted as he filled the condom. I don't think Sonia had an orgasm, but she graciously moved aside to let me have a turn. But I knew Bill needed time to recover, so I just snuggled with him. I invited Sonia in, and she rested against his other side.

We lay there for a while. Sonia said she was sorry that she had used up my boyfriend. She asked me if I wanted her to help me climax. I'd never been with a woman before -- but then I've never had a threesome either -- so I accepted. Sonia lay on top of me, thrusting her vulva against mine, rubbing. Soon she was licking at my private parts, one hand reaching up to manipulate a nipple. It's never going to replace a guy. Still, it was very nice.

We three snuggled under the covers, and let sleep take us. In the morning, I cooked breakfast. Sonia mused over how exciting the evening had been, all from my boldness in sneaking Bill into the women's sauna. She wondered what would happen if we two ladies decided to use the men's sauna. How shocked the American men would be, she said. An intriguing idea. But I doubt I'd have the courage to actually do it. Or would I? Anyway, we made plans to meet at the gym the next night.