"Shall we try the dry sauna next?" Christine asked excitedly, after some time.
"Sure," Liana and I replied.
We made our way over to the dry sauna at the far end of the spa. I was expecting it to be fairly busy, but we strolled into an empty room aimlessly cycling heat for no one in particular. As if excited by our arrival, the heater crackled and came alive beneath a pile of igneous gray sauna rocks. I always found the minimalist design of a dry sauna to be particular appealing, with its stark wooden walls that smelled vaguely of cedar-- though I suspect they just sprayed a more ordinary wood with fragrance every morning.
We made our way to the corner of the room and laid out our towels next to one another, obscuring the hard, pinstriped wood with a soft surface layer that was kinder on our butts. Then we sat down and began to breathe deeply, circulating the warm, heavy air through our lungs.
Liana asked, "So are the people that come here regularly nudists, or what?"
I replied, "Not necessarily. Bathing nude is just part of traditional Korean culture. Finns too, I think. It's really a mix of people. Some are nudists, some are just accustomed to using the spa this way. I've also met some girls trying to overcome body image issues, so it's a lot of different types of people."
"Oh, that's cool."
"I think it's a great idea. Like, why would you want to wear clothes if you're going to sweat profusely? It doesn't make any sense," Christine chimed in.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Liana reasoned.
"Plus, your body needs to breathe. It's probably not good to trap all the heat in," I started to say, as if trying to further convince her.
The door opened again and a woman confidently strolled in; mature, boney, unshaven, except for the grayish stubble of her bare head. She was obviously accustomed to nudity and peered at me for a moment, hard enough to make me question whether I somehow knew her. Her eyes darted over to Christine and Liana, then back at me. Her expression didn't change, yet somehow I felt as if she was amused.
Was she somehow keenly aware of my straight-girl predicament? A well-experienced lesbian with a been-there-done-that attitude and dismissive of my naiveté? Her silent attentiveness to our conversation made me uneasy and self-conscious.
Christine continued, "Oh, did you see that they even have food outside?"
"Yeah," I replied, "we can get some bibimbap later." I found myself mildly distracted by the obviousness of the woman eavesdropping on our conversation.
"What's bi... bim..." asked Liana, struggling to make sense of an unrecognized word.
"It's like a Korean rice bowl basically, with different toppings," Christine explained.
Liana's eyes lit up. "Oh, yum!" What she lacked in awareness of food diversity she made up for in eagerness to try anything with even the most remote possibility of being tasty. I watched her body become tense with excitement. Any talk about food always seemed somehow erotic to me. I don't know how I got those wires crossed, but I sympathized with the way she seemed almost turned on by the idea of a simple bowl of warm rice and vegetables.
"I'll be right back, I gotta go pee," I said. Christine and Liana nodded as I rushed off.
I made my way back through the spa toward the locker rooms where the bathroom was. I ducked inside the shiny, black marble cave with just two stalls, finding the cool floor a refreshing break from the dry heat I'd just subjected myself to. I entered the first stall, closed the door, and sat down on the toilet. I did have to pee badly, but I found myself too aroused to relax the right muscles.
I paused nervously for a moment, trying to block certain thoughts from my mind, but it was no use. I peeked under the dividing wall between the stalls, confirming that I was alone, even though I knew that I was. I reached down and slipped my fingers between my legs, desperate to let off some steam. I shivered almost instantaneously when I felt how sensitive I was. Soon I could hear myself filling the stall with the erratic sound of liquid friction as my fingers zipped quickly back and forth over my protruding clit. I was messy in no time, as well as disgusted with myself for masturbating in a restroom.
Still, I couldn't help myself. My pussy was on fire. I was so dizzy that I closed my eyes and thought of my friends in the sauna, sitting there naked in that very moment. I thought of their bodies; every little detail that I had so far recorded out of pure fascination. Then suddenly I imagined them there with me, watching me touching myself. I imagined them wanting to join me, to enjoy the beautiful sensations of our bodies together. I wanted them to--
I heard the door open. Someone walked in and took the stall next to mine, and I panicked. I was a sloppy mess. My fingers were coated and I could smell my body's intense fragrance. After struggling for a minute or two, I finally managed to pee and rushed out of there. "What are you doing??" I asked myself as I briefly ducked into one of the shower stalls on my way back to my friends. I let the cool water run over my body and deactivate the slow burn of my internal fire, feeling guilty and confused. I cleaned myself thoroughly, desperate to remove all traces of my feverish pleasure.
When I returned to the dry sauna, I found Christine and Liana happily chatting away. A few other girls had entered, all conversing and making the room a suddenly lively and social place. Liana seemed to be relaxing finally. Due to my insecurities, I found myself hoping it wasn't my brief disappearance that calmed her nerves.
"Hey, how was it?" Christine joked.
"Oh my god, epic," I replied, exhaling deeply as I sat back down beside them. I noticed that they had quieted down. "What did I miss?" I added.
"Oh, nothing. Since you were gone we were just musing about what the sausage party must look like on the men's side," Christine said with her trademark smirk.
"Ah," I simply replied, not knowing what to do with that. However, as someone who hangs out with straight girls as much as I do, I'm well aware of the hazards, and the occasional mention of male anatomy doesn't phase me anymore. Bodies are bodies.
After a few minutes of continued conversation, the discussion drifted in a surprising direction, thanks to a playful couple in the corner. As if the world were playing a cruel joke on me, the three of us were forced to observe their kinky advances. One of them, a sexy, excitable redhead with fluffy curls, kept tickling her friend in suggestive ways, who soon reciprocated. They looked young, in love, and eager to tease each other.
I began to discreetly gauge Christine and Liana's reactions to the couple's naked affections. Both Christine and Liana seemed attentive and mildly curious. This surprised me. Christine noticed that we were all watching them and turned to smile in my direction.
"What?" I whispered, defensively.
"Nothing, just jealous," she said.
"No I'm not..."
"No, no, me. That looks like fun!" she joked. I rolled my eyes. "What, you don't think I would ever fool around with a girl?" Christine protested.
"Yeah, right..." I mumbled.
Christine turned and faced Liana. "Could you ever have sex with a girl?" she asked in a low voice.
Liana blushed. "I dunno..."
Christine admitted, "I'd try it once, just to see what it's like." Liana looked surprised, but then laughed nervously and nodded slightly.
Despite everything that I was hearing, I somehow surprised myself by not getting turned on by this. Instead, I got mildly irritated, as if they were teasing me for no good reason. It felt like they were knowingly being suggestive about something that was the pinnacle of every fantasy I've ever had, but without any intention of actually following through with it. I shook my head with disbelief and cast an aimless glance over at the heater.
Still, upon further reflection, a smile creeped across my face as I considered the possibility of us fooling around together...
"Is this getting you off?" Christine said, grinning as if this was her desired and intentional outcome. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't wipe the smile from my face. I felt like my body was defying me by blushing. Christine didn't deserve to see that. Not after h
ow she was behaving.
"It IS! You're totally--" she continued, suddenly becoming loud. Christine heard her own volume and returned to a whisper. "You're totally horny for us! I knew it!" She sat back, satisfied at having proved something she apparently had been seeking to establish.
Liana startled chuckling and looked at me with mild disbelief. Her mind seemed to be blown. I didn't blame her. Maybe she had never given serious thought to being with a woman. But oh god, how I secretly wanted to take her further, to show her what her body was really capable of, with someone who knew where to lead her. No, not simply because I'm a lesbian, but because I know HER so deeply. I knew all the ins and outs of her mind. If I only had the chance, I could make her vibrate and hum like a tuning fork, and then shatter all notions of what she thought an orgasm was and could be.
I wanted her, I wanted them both. Badly.
"Guys, you're killin' me here..." I muttered, opting to accept that she was right without directly admitting anything.
Christine didn't seem the least bit sympathetic to my reaction. She just appeared lost in thought for a moment, before coming out with another doozy. "I think I might be at least a little bit bi."
I burst out laughing. "A little bit bi..." I repeated, shaking my head. "You guys are ridiculous."
Christine snickered. "What? Just because I like me some hot sausage, am I not allowed a little taste of fur pie for dessert?"
Liana groaned, "Ugh. You guys..."
The three of us laughed for a bit. It was a good laugh. I laughed off all my frustration. Maybe without realizing it, deep down, I detected a glimmer of truth in what Christine was saying...
"Hey, can we talk about muff diving from the wet sauna, instead?" Liana joked.
"Sure. It's dark in there, so you might feel a little more comfortable experimenting with discretion there," I remarked, continuing the joke.
Christine added, "Yeah. Plus it's already pretty steamy in there."
We left the room, still laughing out loud with each other. I felt like I was high. For the first time, I felt neither embarrassed nor ashamed of the flourishing arousal I experienced for my friends.
We entered the wet sauna and a cloud of hot steam assaulted my body. It was dark and filled with slow moving curtains of thick vapor, like an opium den, but spiked instead with the refreshing scent of menthol and eucalyptus. There were shadowy bodies, some slumped over, some moving about imperceptibly through the haze. A old woman briefly emerged from a white cloud, her heavy breasts slinging droplets of water. I could hear her heaving breath as she lumbered by.
On my way to the benches, which I knew only from memory were straight ahead of me, I encountered a tall African-American woman, perfectly statuesque and criminally sublime in every way. Her arched back curved perfectly under the harsh focus of a single column of light, down to the smooth, round sphere of her firm ass. The dark skin of her muscular cheeks took on a silvery sheen that glistened with condensation and sweat. She gave me a sly look out of the corner of her eye as she ran her fingers through her long wet hair, which briefly whipped about until finally wrangled with a hair tie.
I wanted to come up behind her, pressing into her long back, then run my hands around her perfect body. I wanted to slip my digits down over her smooth mons, then begin to explore her slippery sex. She'd moan softly, falling into my embrace with a sudden vulnerability as I stroked her into submission. I'd taste her on my fingers and invite her to do the same. She'd tell me how badly she wanted me, and--
"Fuck, it's hot in here," groaned Christine, snapping me out of my fantasy.
"Excuse me," I mumbled, darting past the woman before me to join my friends. I quickly took a seat beside them. Christine and Liana were already drenched with sweat. Small beads of water bloomed on their neck and shoulders, then suddenly took flight and zipped down their chests, briefly pausing at the tip of their nipples before vanishing over the undersides of their breasts.
"My vag is all soggy now," Christine laughed, shifting back and forth on the hard stone bench, slick with water. She briefly glanced down at her crotch as her body made a squishing sound.
"Tell me about it," I thought to myself, knowing that I was soggy for quite a different reason. I had to look away to hide my sudden grin before it turned into a too-revealing laugh.
Within moments the soothing heat began to relax all three of us and we faded into the background of all the other lazy, drowsy bodies cast haphazardly about as if drugged by the steam. I gazed longingly at the heap of naked bodies, imagining it was my private harem at the end of a long night of shared lust. Now and then a sleepy arm rose and aimlessly languished in the air as if needing to vent an excess of body heat. A stray voice could be heard now and then, but quickly extinguished itself as whispers often do.
After some indeterminate period of time, the three of us drifted out of that place in a sleepy stupor, finding it briefly difficult to transition to the harsh lighting in the hallway. Christine threw her arms into the air and gave a wide stretch. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust her vulva forward, as if humping the air, then moved it in a smooth circular motion to get the kinks out of her lower back. My eyes never left her body. It was that goddamn fucking eighties workout tape all over again.
"I think I just lost a few pounds through sweat," she said.
"Me too-- but I actually needed to," laughed Liana.
Christine added, "I don't know if I feel really-really clean, or really-really gross." She looked down and observed the shiny coating of her supple, moistened boobs.
Normally when I go through a few rounds of the saunas, I have to cool off by quickly darting under the overhead cold shower in the hallway where we stood. My mind immediately went to a mischievous place. Christine was standing right under it...
"Hey--" I blurted out. "What do you call dangerous precipitation?"
"Huh?" replied Christine.
"It's a joke. What do you call dangerous precipitation?"
"What?"
"A rain of terrrror!" I cackled. Then I flung my hand toward the wall and smacked the button to switch on the shower.
All at once the huge silver disc over her head roared and dumped a steady flow of ice cold water straight down on top of her head. Liana and I watched as Christine seized up in the icy deluge, hunching her shoulders dramatically. Her jaw dropped open so much that I could see a trickle of water begin to pool on her tongue. As quickly as it surged forth, the shower abruptly ended. A spout of water squirted from Christine's mouth as it shut, comically accentuating her state of being shocked into silence.
Liana and I howled with laughter at the sight of poor Christine who looked like a drowned rat, her beautiful long curls aimlessly matted against her face. I'd never heard Liana laugh so hard. What's more, she seemed completely relaxed for the first time since we'd arrived. It was like she was a completely different person, unfazed by the aggressive movement of her breasts as she held her tummy while it swelled with laughter. I loved this newfound confidence.
"Oh wow," Christine finally said, wiping the hair out of her eyes. "All right. I'm gonna get you for that." She cast me a look of amused determination.
I realized I was not in any position to run, what with the slippery floor and all, and resigned myself to whatever fate there was in store for me. Christine lunged forward and tackled me with a great big bear hug. Before I could realize what she was doing, I felt myself being tugged back to her original position. Instinctively, I braced myself.
"Hit it!" Christine barked at Liana, who was all too ready to comply.
Liana gave the button on the wall a thwack just as I had done, and down came the rain. I felt an icy chill thunder down over both of us. However, the moment the shower ended and the stinging subsided, I found myself left with a sensation a thousand times more wonderful than the pain I'd just endured. Christine's naked body was pressed firmly against mine. Her large, firm breasts strained against my body. Her nipples, stiffened by the frigid temperature seemed to
hungrily kiss my flesh.
We remained that way, shivering together, body to body, our trembling nakedness somehow enthralled with one another's.
"Oh my god..." I mumbled, finally softening in her grasp. She chuckled and searched for my eyes to make sure I was okay.
"It's so cold!" she whimpered sympathetically.
Liana laughed and wandered over. She wrapped her arms around us and merged her own body into our embrace. I felt Liana's delicate skin move against my back, my buttocks nestling into her pelvis. She was unbelievably warm.
"If anyone touches that button again, I'll kill you both," she warned sarcastically.
We laughed and fed off each other's body heat for a moment longer, then separated. I already longed to feel their touch again. It was a passing pleasure, but one that I could feel still clinging to my body. I wanted to wear it forever, like a young girl who receives a kiss from her idol and never wants to wash again.
However, the universe could not spare me even five minutes with this sensation before another was suggested.
"What's next? Body scrub?" Christine asked.
"Of course," I groaned in my head, as Liana nodded eagerly and skipped toward the scrub and massage room.
A few women were there already, getting the full treatment. Upon seeing them, Christine and Liana's enthusiasm was immediately replaced with a bout of sudden intimidation and hesitation. One of the women lay face down flat on a table more or less in front of us while a masseuse worked her body enthusiastically. The old Korean woman scrubbed the back of her patron's thighs so harshly that her bare ass began to clap violently; her large cheeks comically slapping together like two heavy water balloons. I glanced over at my friends and found them both gawking at the same thing.
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