Yesterday's visited bathhouse had opened at 1pm, 2 hours earlier than the local one. That bathhouse's opening hours tend to keep me from visiting too often, though recently, the number of visits has grown to average about two a week. Apparently, the bathhouse is a fine way to appreciate that spring time boost in sexual energy.
Still, visiting here was coupled with a bit of hesitation after last week's non-incident at the whirlpool. After being buzzed in, I was greeted heartily by the owner, with an easy smile - I've been a regular visitor for years by now. There may be a concerted effort at a certain public face of just being a male only sauna, with private 'relaxation' spaces and a public TV lounge, but we all know what the baths being such a nice destination to spend a couple of hours.
Drinking my beer, we talked a bit about the new work transforming the former steambath at the middle level. He said the schedule was unknown, as he was the one that did all the masonry here. Very high quality work it is, to say the least, at least in comparison to various public saunas in the region. My compliments and comparisons seemed to please him, which was the intention. After having travelled to several other bathhouses, my opinion is based on a fair bit of knowledge.
Going upstairs, I did a hit of rush in an empty booth - a simple choice, as everywhere upstairs was empty, even though it was around 3:30pm.
Going directly to the bottom level, I let the shower's water run over me for a bit before stepping over to the whirlpool, which had three men in it. Two of whom left, one after the other, in a short time. The central fountain was bubbling vigorously, forcing me to sit higher by putting my right leg under my ass cheeks, my right hand on the bench for stability.
The distorting effect of the swirling water did not hide his leg's motion, it just made it difficult to know where to meet it with my foot. It took little time for me to begin to slide along his leg, shifting position a bit to reach the inside of his thigh. We both began the enjoyable process of moving closer, increasing the amount of pleasure provided through skin contact. Clearly, both of us were aware of just how much pleasure could be generated among naked horny strangers in the whirlpool. Particularly when they take their time, following a familiar path.
My hand had reached my cock, just as his had, both of starting to get hard while touching and being touched, looking between each other's legs, our bodies beginning to entwine. Obviously, we both had experience in turning on other men, a recognition leading to even more anticipation of what could happen in the still empty whirlpool.
By the time the central fountain subsided, we had both touched the other's cock, each knowing just how good that felt in doing and having it done. He stretched out, beginning to float, my outstretched leg supporting him as he gripped my horny cock loosely. We were both rigid, indulging in the gentle currents moving us, my face turned to his crotch, letting at his sexy rod. Sex in the water is more about the sensation of skin and lightness and currents than straightforward contact.
