After a short change of clothes, we met outside and gave ourselves a kiss before heading for the first bath. We both opted for a towel to wear, even if there were robes available. The view of your nude shoulders was already enough skin to send tingles down my shaft, which I had a hard time concealing from under my towel.
You said you wanted to try out a dry sauna first, just to relax and get the feel of things. On our way there, it was hard not to notice the naked people around us. They say it's never polite to stare so we didn't really look and analyzed what they were doing. Also a lot of them had their back against us, sitting in large wooden chairs. Our eyes landed on a couple seating on a bench by the fire, where the woman was cuddling her man, while rubbing his dick against his belly. By the way they smiled at us, I didn't think they minded too much being stared at. A little awkward, but I sure wanted to get the same treatment from you at that moment. Your tits, which were just at a tug away, made a decadent cleavage from under your tight towel, and surprisingly, you were swaying your hips confidently amid the crowd, beckoning me with your ass. Babe, I'd follow those buns through storms and deserts .
And so we walked into the first sauna . The atmosphere was transcendant: dimmed lighting, new age soundtrack and the heat source was throwing morphing shapes on the walls. There were only three people in here, as I expected. I figured that sort of place was meant for more active mingling than just the peace and quiet you get in the saunas.
We took a seat in the farthest corner of the room. You leaned against me in such a way that you could face the other people, in hopes to get some action. There was a couple in their 40's and another single guy by himself, all covered up. The man was rubbing his wife's shoulders calmly, making wide and slow circles, taking care to go past her collarbones and fiddle with the hem of her towel. The younger guy watched intently, rubbing his chin, also fiddling with the hem of his towel. It looked like their little game had been building up for some time since you could see a bulge distending the towel of the young man. He felt encouraged to stare from the frequent looks the husband gave him. We almost felt unnoticed, and whatever would happen was going to be a game between them three. You closed your eyes, grabbed my arm and hugged it against your chest, happy. We were biding our time. I just let myself drift off, trying to distinguish your body heat from the ambient warmth.
We eventually walked out after we decided we sweat enough for the moment. The woman in there had pulled down her towel, giving a clear view of her breasts to her observer, and all the latter did was to move in closer to them, fidget in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with his boner. We held off the idea of an ice bath for now, and headed over to a steam sauna instead. Again, the atmosphere was heavy with heat, almost incapacitating. A faint green neon light was setting an eerie glow in the dense fog, which made it a little more stimulating than in the dry sauna.
We seated not too far from two ladies and another young couple that were still within viewing range. Then I noticed there must be other people across the opaque fog, since I heard harsh breathing and wet slapping sounds.
'They must be fucking.' You whispered in my ear.
'Geez, you think?' I snorted back.
The couple seemed like they could get a better look at whoever made those sounds, since they were staring in that direction. They were whispering in each other's ears, probably flirting and cracking dirty jokes. The girl had gotten comfortable already and lowered her towel on her lap, exposing a pair of fairly attractive breasts to everyone, clearly enjoying what she could see and we couldn't. Her boyfriend had started to get busy with her: he would caress her wet skin, fondle her breasts, play in her hair and give her kisses on the shoulder, while still being able to get a good look at the couple fucking in front of them.
Still not too sure if the two other ladies closer to us were simply friends, or maybe lovers, you caught their gaze, which made them smile back to us. They seemed more passive, but most likely curious, and probably also enjoying the porno soundtrack going on right now, reverberating against the wet, dripping walls.
Suddenly, you stood up and sat down on my lap to whisper in my ear again:
'Those people fucking over there are turning me on. When are we going to have our go at this?'
'Soon, honey, soon, I'm all hard just thinking about it. Mmmh, come here, I want to taste you.'
I drew you closer and held my breath as I dove in your mouth for the hottest and wettest french kiss. It was just divine, silky. With the dense humidity, I was breathing you in much more, absorbing your essence. I love how you always alternate between full tongue and delicately touching my lips with yours. It feels like a tempestuous and sultry tango, a sort of struggle for who gets the lead. We were indeed swaying back and forth in a waltz and our hands held each other tight. I was caressing your ass and rubbing your inner thigh while you were sucking on my tongue. The condensation made your lips all the juicier. Dear god, your taste was inebriating! You were making me long for you.
