Clothing Optional at the Hot Tub

This is a follow-on to my story, A Man in the Women's Sauna. But it's a stand-alone story. You needn't have read the prior one.

I've previously written how I snuck my boyfriend Bill into the women's sauna at our health club. It was late at night and I thought we'd have it all to ourselves; it's usually empty at that hour. Bill and I settled onto the sauna's benches. We were nude, as is common in the club's saunas. As fate would have it, a woman, Sonia, walked in on us. And as fate would also have it, she didn't flinch at the sight of a nude man in the women's sauna. It resulted in a fun evening and a friendship with her.

Sonia wondered what reaction we'd get if we ladies casually went nude in the club, in a place where nudity wasn't "approved." We decided to try the hot tub -- a venue both sexes used wearing bathing suits. We would wear bathing suits too -- initially.

On a Tuesday night, Sonia, Bill and I donned bathing attire and settled into the churning waters of the large hot tub. Sonia and I wore bikinis. There were two couples already in the tub. As we later learned, one was married, the other boyfriend-girlfriend. They were in their 20s.

We greeted the other individuals with nods and 'hellos' and settled in. After a few minutes, Sonia and I exchanged glances, and as agreed, reached behind to unclasp our bikini tops. We tossed them to the floor and let our breasts float on the churning water. The married woman (her name was Debbie) eyed us. "Is that allowed?" she asked.

"It's normal where I come from. I'm German," replied Sonia. "It's liberating to give the breasts their freedom. Why don't you join us?"

"I've never done anything like that," Debbie said almost wistfully, and looked at her husband.

"Knock yourself out, sweetie," he said.

After a little thought, and hesitation, she removed her bikini top. Small but perfectly rounded and beautiful breasts with prominent nipples were revealed. Now three women lay against the side of the tub, their breasts peeking above the water. The men's eyes were glued to the bobbing breasts.

"It feels great," said Debbie. "And to do this in a public setting is exciting. Wow."

"Yes, it's liberating," I said. "The rush of the water on bare skin is different than when one is wearing fabric."

"In Europe, it's common that men and women are completely nude in pools and hot tubs," said Sonia. "It's not a big deal."

Sonia looked at the two men. "I don't want to shock my Americans companions. Would you object if I took off my bikini bottom?"

The single man looked at his partner.

"Why are you looking at me?" she said. "As long as you're only looking at other woman, I don't care."

Sonia looked at the married man. He just shrugged, noting his unconcern.

Sonia pulled on the sides of her bikini bottom, and it soon joined the top of the floor. The churning water obscured it somewhat, but her full bush of unshaven black pubic hair was evident beneath the surface.

"I'm in too," I said as I also removed my bikini bottom. I slightly opened my legs as I leaned against the wall, so my vulva, covered in neatly trimmed blonde hair, was visible. Somewhat exhibitionist, yes, but Sonia and I weren't trying for modesty. The guys looked, eyes wide at our brazen display.

Bill upped the ante for the men. He pulled off his bathing trunks. "What's good for the goose..." he said. "Or more accurately, what's good for the gander..."

Cute. We laughed. Eyes and peer pressure turned to the last woman fully in bathing attire, Janice, the single woman. The rest of us ladies were either topless or naked in the water. Janice wore a one piece, covering all significant body parts. She didn't move. But her boyfriend did. He stood up to remove his trunks, conspicuously flaunting his manly parts before he sat back down.

This act only made Janice's reluctance to take off her bathing suit more conspicuous. "I've never been naked in public," she said, almost in a whimper. "Maybe I'm a prude."

Debbie, who was topless, took charge. "Look, how often does one get to do something wild like this? I'll take off my bikini bottom and you take off your swimsuit. No one will look. I'll count to three. Deal?"

The "no one will look" was a joke, of course. At the count of three, the bikini bottom slid off, revealing a neatly shaven mound. With a sigh, Janice slide the shoulder straps of her swim suit off, and pulled the suit down her body. She turned and stood up to step out of it, giving us a look at the lovely curves of her rounded rear end. Her boyfriend drew her in for a hug, celebrating her courage. All seven of us were now nude. After a few seconds of looking -- that was inevitable -- we all settled into the warm water, allowing the freedom of the moment to enfold us. And after a few minutes, it became normal. We started talking to each other, comrades in an adventure. Debbie recounted how she and her husband had skinny dipped once in Martinique. Janice reminisced about a drunken sorority party she witnessed where losers in a tug of war had to serve drinks to the winners topless. Everyone had some nude adventure, or at least some adventure they had observed even if they were too chicken to participate. But today, we had tossed inhibitions aside.

Eyes turned to the last clothed man. 'When in Rome...' he said, as he slide off his trunks. His penis was so much longer than the other guys that I made an audible inhale of breath at the sight, which I quickly stifled. (Sorry, Bill.)

We were becoming friends. Our excited story-telling, however, was interrupted by the appearance of a middle aged woman in a bathing suit at the door to the hot tub area. She walked toward the tub, then stopped when she realized everyone in the tub was nude.

"Oh my," she said. "I'm new here. I didn't realize..."

"Please join us," said Debbie. "We're swapping great stories, some of them true. As you can see, we're pretty uninhibited. Take off your swim suit and get in."

It's amazing what peer pressure and the power of suggestion can do. Someone who two minutes ago probably wouldn't have conceived of nude bathing with strangers, suddenly was considering it.

"I don't have the body of you young people. Things sag when you get to my age," she said.

"No one has a perfect body," said Bill. "We won't look -- but if we do, we won't judge."

The lady cautiously lowered the one-piece swim suit to her waist, letting it hang there. "Ok if I just go topless?

"Of course."

Her large breasts, as she suggested, sagged on her chest. But no one was judging, and she was thrilled with how liberating the hot water, unimpeded by clothes, was against the skin. After a few minutes, she stood to remove the bathing suit altogether. This was the first time she had ever been nude in public, she said. She was almost giddy over her own boldness. Then she had a request.

"I'm embarrassed to say it, but I see that you are not circumcised," she said to Bill. "I've never had a partner who was like that. And I've never been in a situation to see one up close. May I look?"

Bill was surprised, but nodded yes. She came over, and took the penis in her hand. She gently folded the foreskin back and forth, examining the organ in its natural state. Not in a sexual way, just out of curiosity. But her touch produced a reaction in Bill, and the penis stirred in her hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I should know better. I didn't mean to do that." She immediately dropped the organ and backed away."

"Not to worry," said Bill. "It has a mind of its own."

After a while, it was time for Bill, Sonia and me to go. We wanted to shower to wash off the chlorine. It was only natural to invite our new friends into the women's locker room for a group shower. (The middle aged lady declined, but the others agreed.) I went in first to see who was in there. The showers were empty, but there was one lady changing.

"I think the guys should walk briskly in and head straight for the showers," I said. "Just march in, don't stop." That quick pace did the trick. The woman changing, who was sitting just in her underwear on a bench, didn't actually 'see' them -- she saw something in her peripheral vision that startled her. But the guys passed before she got a look. So far so good.

Gathered in the showers, the guys helped us ladies soap up. We reciprocated. The warm water and the feel of hands rubbing bodies was glorious. It all went fine, until a newcomer just wearing flip flops started to walk into the showers. When she saw this co-ed group helping each other shower, she gasped, quickly shielded herself with a towel and retreated.

That was a warning that we couldn't dawdle. The men wrapped towels around their middles and hurried across to the men's locker room to where their clothes were stored -- to a few gasps. We had come there to be provocative, but we started to worry about it getting out of hand. We dressed quickly. We rendezvoused outside the locker room to leave. We thought our adventurous evening was over. But no. As we were leaving, we were approached by the club manager.

"Can I talk to you guys for a minute?" he said.

Busted. I could see our club memberships being revoked.

"I've been advised that men were in the women's locker room," the manager said. "And vice a versa, the other day" he said, looking at me. "I've been asked what I'm going to do about it."

Bill began to offer apologies, saying we ladies were blameless; this was all his bad idea, etc. But the manager stopped him.

"Actually, I've long wanted to offer a co-ed experience. You guys jumped the gun on me. Trail blazers, if you will."

Not what we expected to hear. He continued.

"Nudity among the sexes is forbidden, until it isn't. Done right, it's natural and freeing."

Sonia was nodding her head. "In Germany, men and women are naked together in locker rooms, in hot tubs, on beaches. No one thinks it unusual."

"Exactly," the manager said. "But this is America. Land of the uptight. With your help, I'd like to expand what's acceptable in the club. I've been thinking. Next week, as a first step, I'll put up a sign up saying that the pool and hot tub are now clothing-optional from 9 pm until closing. It would help me if you guys would utilize those areas in the nude. That will encourage others."

Well, this was a turn of events. How could we refuse?

"Thank you," he said. "If this experiment goes well, I'll expand the clothing-free opportunities. We'll see where this takes us."

Where indeed? We all -- including the two couples -- agreed to meet at the club next week at 9 pm. I, for one, can hardly wait.