Mixed Bathhouse Ch. 19

Literotica really needs a bi-sexual tag.

This actually describes two visits separated by a week, but enough overlaps to make it more efficient to simply describe them as part one and part two.

Part One

During my last visit to the mixed sauna involving Ava, Patrick had talked about how she liked to play at a sauna with various pools in which discretion was definitely required, but also where much skin contact in water was possible. I had checked into the place the next day, its rules, and finding out the subway route. A rule which certainly pleased me was that nudity was mandatory inside, though of course bathrobes and towels were allowed (and rented, for that matter).

So when Patrick called Wednesday morning, saying that they would be there, I immediately agreed to meet them. Monday's visit made this occasion much more appealing, being somewhat less likely to get hard with her in public, and definitely less likely to cum.

Packing a bag instead of the backpack to accommodate a bathrobe, finishing fairly quickly to catch the train. Finding the subway stop en route was easy, allowing me to take a break at the main station to smoke a joint in the park, the same spot used when visiting the other sauna they visited regularly. Getting stoned is just one of several things that are part of how I enjoy group sex with women. It is not so true of group sex with men. I met Ava on the same day the law changed, and have only been back to my local bathhouse a couple of times in the past two and a half years.

The sauna's sweeping mirrored entrance was adjacent to the hallway that opened into a foyer for a tall glass covered building. The sauna entrance was typical for a city run public sauna, though perhaps a bit more ornate. Oddly, the dressing areas for men and women were separate, the men's turning out to be a bit of a maze, in part because multiple doors leading to different areas without much logic - the shower area was closer to the exit than the locker room, for example.

Putting on the bath robe and holding my sauna towel, I began wandering around. The various paths and entrances were quite confusing, not that the weed helped. After exploring for 45 minutes or so, I noticed them eating. Talking about the sauna, the heat became ever more noticeable, something Ava noticed. Telling her this robe was normally worn in the winter at a sauna, it was a surprise how hot wearing it turned out to be today.

Done eating after I had put away the bath robe, Ava went to the smoking room with her coffee. We soon began to massage each other, not stopping when two men in possibly their mid-30s entered, each with a glass of beer. Massaging her naked oiled body, I could see through the glass roof. Meaning that quite possibly people from the adjacent tower could look down. A thought that did not bother any of us, but something unusual to consider. This facility was not a sex club by any full measure, but it was definitely designed for adults.

Pretty much the only other time doing something like this involved my bi friend's apartment on the 5th floor, feeling her up, topless in a long jeans skirt, sitting in front of large window that looked out towards another apartment building maybe 25 yards away. Admittedly, as we started kissing while sharing a joint, the natural flow of pleasure took over, without any consideration of who could see. Only a day later did she comment about how openly we had played, mainly in the sense of having done something that was totally unplanned.

A younger man with a beer entered. Putting his beer down on a low table, he got a light for his cigarette from Ava, and sat across from her. She told him he was simply too young for her to be interested in, not that she cared about chatting naked with him as he stroked his cock. I kept playing with her, but he was not allowed to, though he made a couple of rebuffed attempts before taking her seriously. This seemed to be a new pattern, one first seen just a couple of days ago.

Going back downstairs, Ava split off to put away her bag in the women's locker room. Walking by the largish indoor pool at the lowest level, we showered then went into another pool that was half indoor and half outdoor. Ava stopped under a small footbridge, wanting to be held, pulling my body against hers when drawing even to where she was standing against the wall. Beginning to touch my cock with her warm body against mine, she whispered about needing to be careful.

Moving so my body was against the wall and hers floating against mine, we soon started discretely sliding against each other. Her floating tits were amazing to see, as was the way her ass felt as I held it. Someone walked over the bridge without changing stride, a slight interruption before continuing to seduce each other further. My shaft was sliding along her slit, her hands on my shoulders. Combined with the way my spread fingers gripped her ass cheeks resulted in a rhythm that slowly grew faster, looking at each other as the sensations kept leading us on.

She looked around, seeing a female attendant at a sauna a level above us. She stopped moving, telling me quietly I needed to stop too. She then explained about the attendant, leading to me being thankful that the way we had stopped meant my cock began shrinking to polite proportions. This was the sort of almost explicit sexual fun in a public pool that my ex-wife had never offered.

Though oddly, there were quibbles about how nice this pool was compared to my past experiences with three other women. The first limitation today, clear from the start, was no fucking. The second was how this was a public place, but the way we were humping, starting to make waves literally, was not only not really allowed but also increasingly noticeable, even being as quiet as possible, mouths on each other's neck.

The final one was that fresh water outdoors under the sun (once under the moon) simply felt more natural, something somehow better. Much like the fact that being nude from the start was better than dealing with bathing suits of any variety. Making it simple to leverage our bodies in the water, getting easily turned on from the start. Being wanted by a woman as much as I wanted her is something not experienced for far too long, knowing why we had met today as the explicit grinding and humping started.

Holding an almost weightless body, pulling her against my shaft and watching her floating tits, kissing her ear as she held my shoulders, mutually floating in a familiar sea of lust. Though not fucking, this was part of sex in water, skin contact and wetness an intriguing contrast. Particularly how my cock ridge was sliding right at the top of her slit, shaft pressing between her soft warm lips, hands on her ass controlling the motion between us. Her eyes closed as her low moaning grew more obviously turned on, much like my own sounds.

Such pleasure is extraordinary, though needing an element of trust that things would not go beyond a certain point. Considering how my erect cock was against her welcoming pussy, we had gone further than allowed in terms of sexual contact in public. Of course, the reason we were here was for exactly what we were doing together in a new place.

Following that delightful introduction to Ava's body in water, we walked back to the locker area so Ava could get her cigarettes. Looking around, I noticed a naked woman, seen earlier fairly close up at a shower, in the lowest large pool apparently jacking off a man. Pointing it out, Ava said she recognized the woman, tone suggesting she did not like competition.

Ava prefers having the simultaneous attention of multiple men, and when other women are around, there are simply less available men. Not that she minds sharing when the audience is large enough, as happened in a previous extraordinary sauna visit. First having a woman masturbate and be shared by different men next to her in front of an audience, and then in the second session inviting her to fuck next to her.

Going outside at the very rear outdoor section, Ava sat naked in the sun, smiling before remarking how nice being outside is nude. Something I tend to forget, since the local nudist lake has been a regular summer destination for decades. Meaning that enjoying a gorgeous summer day nude, including swimming, is not a rarity for me.

A quite large whirlpool was outside, with a small pool above it, intended as the cold plunge after a sauna session. A couple of men and a couple were in the bubbling water. Ava began touching my cock as we sat in the bubbling currents, making it swell. My hand floated discretely over her nipples as she began to stroke my shaft. Reaching down to touch her slit, taking my time before a finger tip started going inside her soft tight cunt. There are two very different types of wetness when playing with a woman in water, a boundary that feels wonderful to explore. This was the first time touching a woman's turned on pussy in water in over 20 years, something my ex wife never allowed at any time.

Another couple was nearby, facing each other, easily imagining they were also touching like this, his foot pressing against her pussy. A part of my mind realized it was not that likely, aware the way Ava and I were touching made such thoughts irresistible. Looking at her again, expression almost blank, eyes closed, surrendering to how my finger kept going deeper into her welcoming fuck hole, grip loosening on my cock pulsing in the water currents.

When the couple left, I watched her go up the steps and walk away, seeing how her partner's cock was not hard. Mine was, because finger fucking a woman in water is something amazing to experience. Our legs and sides were pressing together, skin and water interplaying, indulging ourselves in naked adult fun.

After a long interval, we left the whirlpool, walking the entire length of the sauna to return to the smoking room. She lit a cigarette, saying she would be going into the sauna, then probably leaving. It turned out that the sauna she meant was on this floor and in this section. Oiling her again, though not getting too sexual, as she felt that caution was best.

When we left, Patrick said he could take us both to the subway stop. Leaving together, she was braless in an elastic top sun dress. Going to the parking garage, paying, then entering the actual garage, she pulled the top down, exposing her lovely dark nipples as we walked, providing a sexy sight of a woman who enjoyed my looking at her, whether topless or when cumming playing with herself.

Driving, fondling her exposed tits, not really observed by anyone as I kept some attention on the surroundings. Starting to get hard as she responded, then thinking this was a bit too much squeezing when she moved forward, as if not wanting this. My stopping and leaning back made her sigh in disappointment. I returned to feeling her up, experiencing another form of anonymous sexual play. Not an exhibitionist thrill in my case, but being potentially public was not a negative for openly playing with a woman as hot as Ava.

Being in the back seat, playing with a women in the front seat, including briefly touching and seeing the lacy black thong at her hip and along her inner thigh, meant not having to pay attention to driving. I had only played in a moving car twice, one time getting head from my first girlfriend on a fairly empty four lanes going north (the details you remember from such things), the second time fingering the wife who introduced me to vibrators for over a half hour as she drove, making her cum at least twice, a fairly dangerous game in retrospect.

Something interesting occurs to me writing now, in how this car fun was neither a fantasy nor something somehow unfamiliar. Definitely unexpected, just another of those surprises that makes Ava so incredibly attractive in an openly sexual way.

We shared the subway ride home, saying good byes at the main station. During the ride, I said that today was fantastic, with her putting a finger to my lips to quiet me. I did not return to the topic precisely, pointing out that saying something was fantastic was not the same as revealing it in public.

Part Two

I had planned to go to the mixed bathhouse the following Tuesday, but things did not work out in terms of confirming Ava would be there. On Wednesday, Patrick returned my call from Tuesday, maybe 10 minutes before needing to leave to catch the train to meet them in the afternoon.

Though not at the sex sauna about to close permanently at the end of July, but instead returning to the same place as last week. Leading to me saying I would definitely be there, urgently reviewing what needed to be packed today. No poppers or bathrobe, as neither would be used. It took little time to be ready to return to the pleasures of Ava's naked body against mine in water, especially after enjoying a joint an hour or so before arriving, just like last week.

The pace of encounters had picked up in delightful fashion, 3 times in 9 days, hours of intimate contact with a naked woman that was explicitly sexual. There had always been a certain belief that a bi man was simply a gay man who was pretending. Thinking about how I had been having sex for a while, bi really did mean having sex with men or women, whoever was most available at the time.

Or more specifically for months, one available woman who had sex like a male bathhouse slut, something entrancingly appealing from the start. Making me wonder if part of being bi as a man involved how much more sex one could have have among naked men in a bathhouse, as compared to denying being gay. Ava is exceptional, though not the only turned on woman I have played with at the sauna. What makes Ava different is how regularly we enjoy each other's bodies, looking forward to spending time together.

Like today, where even though I knew the layout better, still taking more than a half hour to discover them eating in the same place as last week, even having checked that space several times. Along with the smoking room, which had two different ways to enter. Getting more familiar with the space was a plus, and after talking with them for a few minutes as they ate, went to the large bottom level pool. It was not too deep, with a few different features, such as a couple of small waterfalls and a couple of jets with different intensity, including one you could swim against.

Seeing they were done eating, we all went to the smoking room, with the same style of oil massage replaying to our mutual satisfaction. We then showered and went to the indoor/outdoor pool, though with the number of people around, we could not really do anything too indecent. At least in terms of physical contact, though seeing her bounce her tits in the water was nice, as was the way she stretched out with opened legs along a shallow area intended for lounging, providing a wonderful view she knew I could not resist staring at.

Seeing a large outdoor sauna a level higher about to have one of its regular infusions, we moved our towels and entered. And just like the last time in this sauna, I had to leave early, as the amount of steam from the large hot stone bed was simply too much to handle.

This is not meant as an excuse for leaving early exactly, but provides a reason. In equally hot but physically larger saunas, the infusion consisted of one bucket of water. The infusion here, in a smaller space with a bigger heating surface, involved two buckets, plus ice. Ava's tolerance is higher than mine, but the towel whipped blasts of hot air were quite painful after the second bucket was finished. Showering, and enjoying the offered fresh citrus, Ava went to the rear outdoor section to smoke.

Where a smallish group was chatting near us, and a couple a bit further away. The man was somewhat more intimate than completely respectable, though nowhere near the sort of intimacy that Ava cheerfully provided. Nonetheless, stroking Ava's leg and thigh while watching a woman having her tits touched was nice. Even nicer was seeing Ava's opened pussy when a stranger's hand would move away from another stranger's breast.

Today, the bar was open, with Ava drinking a bitter lemon while smoking, a familiar routine after being in a hot sauna. We were considerably more restrained than in the mixed bathhouse, but sensual touching is something we both appreciate.

Following them into a section I had not previously explored, possibly because it had been closed last week, as was true with at least two of the indoor saunas. Going deeper into this 'Turkish' section, we ended up entering a smallish whirlpool where two men roughly our age were already sitting. This whirlpool did not really have bubbles, though swirling currents made seeing a clear picture difficult.

The way the pair were sitting together, along with the motion of their arms, made it fairly obvious they were jacking each other off. Ava sat somewhat close to the man on her right, while I settled in to her left. It did not take long before her hand found my cock in the fairly turbulent water, leading me to stroke her slit under the warm water. Unsurprisingly, Ava start touching the other man's cock, seeming to displace the hand of the man on the outside.

Her touch was exquisite, causing me to sink into the wonderful mixture of her motions and that of the moving water. As this continued, orgasm approached, so I put my hand over hers, to slow the motion. She basically ignored my intent, keeping the delightful stroking rhythm going, while understanding the basic message. Keeping me entranced as I let her turn me into her willing toy.

I was doing much the same to her with my finger sliding inside welcoming wetness as my palm pressed against her pubis, though she did not have to worry about cumming in the water. The man next to her left somewhat abruptly, being quickly replaced by a man in his 30s. Of course Ava started playing with his cock, and after a couple of minutes, he began fondling her breast, followed by sliding a hand along her thigh. This was barely visible under water, though enough to be certain what was going on.

His tentative touching around her pussy led me to withdraw my finger so he could explore. At roughly the same time, the man furthest from Ava stood up, cock hard. I briefly thought about going down on him, but his attitude looking at Ava appeared somehow entitled, as if having an erect cock meant she should suck him. Which was funny considering she basically never sucks cock.

He could not know that, but each time he stood back up, he seemed more insistent, until finally leaving. I had remained close to cumming in Ava's expert grasp during the entire time, as she paid little attention to him. As so often the case with sex in my life, the second time was even better than the first, floating in bliss as a naked woman sat next to me. Finger fucking her with another man, sliding his finger into her yielding tunnel against mine, feeling how the soft skin pressed and pulsed as she jacked both of us.

One advantage of this whirlpool was the fairly long sight line between the external entrance and the whirlpool's steps. Making it easy to see when a female attendant entered the space, still needing to take a few steps before getting any view of what might be happening in the water.

Which was nothing as soon as she appeared, though words were exchanged between the two women. After the attendant left, Ava blamed the original man sitting next to her that had left first, if I understood her correctly. Basically accusing him of being gay and not wanting a woman interrupting his fun. However, in the smoking room later, her opinion was that the second man was the one that tattled, which made more sense both in timing and motivation. Something she recognized, pointing out she only had two hands, and what did he expect? Especially since he did nothing regarding her, which is sadly typical of a certain sort of man.

The day finished with more baby oil massaging in a sauna near the smoking area, but it was not really relaxed, Ava being vigilant. The heat was too much for me to endure, but today she left earlier than typical.

Both odd and quite intriguing is first seeing a woman nude before hours of intimate fun, then seeing her dressed. Ava's taste in clothing is even better than the first woman I knew to be a swinger, who often dressed in revealing fashion. Today, I saw she was wearing a light pattern dress with thin straps, wondering how or whether she would expose her breasts in the parking garage. As always, my concerns were unfounded.

Entering the parking garage, she rolled the dress over her luscious large tits, exposing a red see through pair of bikini style panties. The dress remained up while getting into the car, and driving away. Like last time, no one seemed to notice as I played with her exposed breasts, to her extended satisfaction.

Though I have been invited to meet them several other times over the past couple of months, my schedule has not allowed another opportunity to enjoy the many pleasures of this sauna. I am distinctly looking forward to winter time, with the snow falling. Something that cannot be planned, of course.