My wife, Carol and I live in a multistory condominium near the center of a major city. We were raised as good Catholics but we've drifted away since we've been married. If I was forced to identify theological positions that influenced us it would have to be the Church's positions on premarital sex and birth control. We consciously violated both hundreds of times before we were married and we continue to enjoy sexual activity without the intention of reproduction. We also share our fantasies about sex outside of our marriage although neither of us, to my knowledge, has ever acted on our imagined activities although the fantasies overcharge our libidos.
Our building consists of ten floors and two sub-basements and houses thirty large condominium apartments. The ground floor consists of a large lobby with a security desk, a bank branch and the elevator bank. The second level is a public area dedicated to commercial space and includes services that might be required by the residents such as spa, nail salon, hairdresser, dry cleaner and several take out style restaurants. There is one full-service restaurant with white table cloths, candles, flowers and excellent, if over-priced, food. This level can be accessed via connecting bridges to neighboring buildings.
Floors three through nine, have four apartments each and floor ten houses two penthouse style residences. The lowest sublevel contains thirty storage areas for use by the residents. The first sublevel is a resident only fitness center with a twenty-five meter, four-lane lap pool, various exercise equipment with pairs of treadmills, ellipticals and bicycles and a weightlifting exercise area. The rest of the space consists of a large shower room with three showers on each side wall without privacy partitions and an equally large sauna, with two rows of cedar seating on two walls and a large, heated stones pit with water for steam on another wall.
There are four elevators. One elevator services only the lobby level and the second floor mini mall. Two other elevators access only floors two through nine and the sub-basements. They require resident identifying card key or wrist band access to operate. The final elevator accesses only the tenth floor, the second floor, the lobby and the sub-basements and operates only with card keys of the penthouse residents.
The fitness center on the first sub-level is a coed facility, even the pool, sauna and showers. That requires appropriate clothing when using the area. Bathing suits are the usual attire in the pool, sauna and shower. Residents who use the exercise equipment usually wear shorts and shirts and rarely shower before leaving.
Carol and I are frequent visitors to the in-house gym. I'm usually there three of four evenings each week while Carol primarily uses the equipment in the afternoons. Over the years I've noticed that few women are present in the gym in the evening. I haven't seen a woman there in over a year. Carol confirms my observation, revealing that women primarily attend the afternoons.
It is not surprising, therefore, that in the evenings the men have become overly casual in their dress. The men swim, sauna and shower in the nude although they are never far from a towel should a woman appear. Carol also confirms the casual habits of the women although they only appear nude in the sauna or shower, preferring to swim with at least a suit bottom.
My usual routine is to swim laps, spend thirty or forty minutes in the sauna before showering and heading back to the apartment. The limited access provided by the elevator usually means I travel from the sixth floor to the sub-basement and back with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
On a Thursday evening several months ago, I was in the sauna sweating after doing laps in the pool. I was lounging on the top tier of the sauna in the rear with my back against the wall and my eyes closed when the door to the sauna opened. I looked briefly, quickly threw my towel over my hips when I realized the person entering was a woman and returned to my state of repose.
She closed the door and sat on the lower level on the side wall with her towel around her neck. Curious, I peeked at her. She was wearing a small, two-piece outfit. Not quite a string bikini but close enough. The full shape of her breasts was easy to see and the bottom of the suit small enough to assume she either trimmed or shaved her pubic area to wear it.
We sat in silence for several minutes, politely ignoring each other. She stood up and walked over to the heated rocks leaving her towel on the seat. She struggled for a moment trying to solve the operation of the equipment. "Do you know how to operate this?" she asked.
I looked up, tightened my towel around my waist and climbed down next to her. I showed her how to add water to the heated rocks and headed back to my perch on the second level. "Thanks," she said when she returned to her seat.
The conversational inertia having been breached, she asked, "Is this place clothing optional?"
I wasn't surprised by her speaking but at the nature of her first statement. If she wanted to go without clothing, who was I to dissuade her? "Not to my knowledge," I answered. "Although I'm not aware of any regulations either way. Why do you ask?"
"You appear to be naked," she simply stated.
"You're very observant," I admitted.
"I assume the towel is so you don't offend anyone," she continued.
"You're two for two," I said.
"Would you be offended if I took off my bra?" she asked.
How would any male answer that question? "No," I said.
She removed her top and relaxed her breasts with her hands. I politely looked away.
"You can look," she said. "I don't mind."
I looked at her, trying to maintain eye contact. "I haven't seen you before," I said. "Are you new?"
"My husband and I just moved in," she confirmed. "By the way, I'm Maria."
"Hi Maria. I'm Joe. Welcome to the neighborhood," I said.
"Thank you," Maria responded.
Our conversation continued pleasantly for the next many minutes. I was amazed how quickly I became comfortable talking to a woman with her breasts exposed. I learned that her husband, Antonio and she had moved in on the fourth floor after he had accepted a position with a downtown bank and she was actively looking for a position herself. I shared that Carol and I had been residents on the sixth floor for almost two years and that we would be happy to help them settle in if either of them had any questions. Eventually, Maria stood up, picked up her bra and towel and started for the door.
"Will you be here again tomorrow?" she asked.
Friday wasn't one of my usual days in the gym but her question seemed more like an invitation than a serious inquiry. "Probably," I said.
"See you then," she said as she left the sauna.
Back in our apartment, I shared the strange Maria encounter with Carol. "Really?" asked Carol. "She just exposed herself like that?"
"Yeah," I reconfirmed. "She was very casual about it."
"What do you think her purpose was?" asked Carol.
"I don't know," I admitted. "I don't think she was trolling for sex. It was more like it was normal for her."
"And she's going to be there again tomorrow?" Carol asked.
"That's my guess," I agreed.
"You should be there," suggested Carol.
"I don't know," I said.
"Why not?" questioned Carol. "It's your chance to find out her intention and it's similar to the fantasies we've shared."
"Getting laid by a strange woman in a sauna?" I asked. "I don't remember a fantasy like that."
"The getting laid part, not the sauna part," explained Carol.
"That's why I wouldn't go," I stated.
"Would it bother you?" asked Carol.
"If she wanted to have sex?" I asked.
"I wasn't suggesting a shared milkshake at Dairy Queen," said Carol.
"Yeah, it would bother me," I said.
"Why?"
"Because I'm married to you," I said.
"What if it wouldn't bother me?" asked Carol.
"I can't believe you said that," I commented.
"Would you feel differently if you were single?" Carol asked.
"Single is single. Married is married. The rules are different," I insisted.
"They don't have to be," insisted Carol.
"If things were reversed," I posited. "Would you have sex with someone else?"
"I might. I'd have to be drawn to him for some reason," said Carol. "Handsome or another attribute."
"You mean a large cock?" I asked.
"That's a possibility," Carol admitted. "How attractive are Maria's boobs?"
"Attractive enough," I said.
"Then go for it," Carol said.
"Would you?" I asked.
"We've discussed it frequently," Carol said. "You're close to actually playing out a fantasy. Take it. I would."
"Is that what we're doing? Discussing it?" I asked.
