The new club was high-end, very upscale, and "cutting edge". What that meant, besides the first-class equipment, designer dΓ©cor, and high-priced membership, was that the locker rooms were really a locker room, and the spa, Jacuzzi, sauna, pool, and restrooms were all co-ed as well. It was a bit disconcerting to be peeing in a urinal, and suddenly have a couple ladies walk right in and use the facilities. But, in spite of that, the membership role had exploded, and the place was packed- everyone wanted to be seen there, or to be recognized as belonging to that uber-cool club.
I couldn't have cared less about it being "cool". It was simply the closest place for me to go to work out, so I had joined. It was a bit pricier than I really wanted to pay, but the equipment was first-class. If I skipped the $14.00 martinis in the lounge, it actually wasn't that bad a deal. As it turned out, I was one of the few who showed up regularly to actually work out there; most seemed to prance around in designer duds, and sip the previously mentioned martinis.
At any rate, after an especially tough session, I was a bit stiff and decided to sweat a bit in the sauna. I had heard that it was quite nice, and if anything like the rest of the place, I was confident that it would be excellent. I changed out of my sweat shirt and shorts, wrapped a towel around my waist, and headed into the sauna.
It was quite nice: instead of the normal wood paneling and benches, it was all teak and mahogany, the paneling done with inlays of various colored woods, and with indirect lighting, and a really good sound system. The heat was on, and as I sat down, I immediately felt a sheen of sweat over me. It was luxurious! I leaned back against the upper bench, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the smooth jazz pumping in through the sound system. I could feel all the pores of my skin opening, and I was sweating profusely. Aaaaaaahhhhhh... pure bliss.
I could feel the whoosh of cold air as the door opened, and she stepped inside. She had thick, long hair that was a deep, rich burgundy, and it was pulled back in a huge ponytail. The club towels just weren't as big as they should have been, and she had attempted to wrap one around herself. As she lifted the hem to cover her breasts, the lower hem rose to leave her bottom decidedly un-covered. As she quickly adjusted the lower hem downward to address her naked bottom, her breasts popped out the top. At first I thought that the club had purchased smaller towels to save a buck, but then it dawned on me- this was another planned part of this club, smaller towels that would allow members to flash each other, while still feigning modesty, and blaming the size of the towels.
She looked up and spotted me sitting there, then looked down at her naked breasts, then back at me- then just burst out laughing! I had to admit it; that was pretty funny! And instead of being embarrassed or upset, she was making the most of it, enjoying the humor of the situation. So, with that, she unwrapped the towel, spread it on the bench nearby, and sat right down. "Hi!" she said, "I'm Jesse."
"Nice to meet you, Jesse." I told her my name.
"Sorry about the klutzy show. I couldn't decide what to cover, and then realized, I was too late. You had already seen all there was to see." She smiled then, one of those stunning, dazzling smiles. She was a beauty. I asked her if she wanted me to add some water on the rocks, and she nodded yes, so I stood up, and walked over to the center of the sauna, and added a couple dips of water to the heated stones. They sizzled instantly, and we both could feel the new steam. I leaned back as before, and closed my eyes. She stretched, and moaned. I opened my eyes to see her rubbing her shoulder, and grimacing.
"What's up with your shoulder?" I asked.
"It's been really sore the past few days. I think I overdid it on the weights."
"Yeah, I know the feeling. Most of the time the Jacuzzi helps, or a good massage. And, lots of times, just relaxing in the heat in here helps." She cocked her head up at me and asked if I were offering her a massage. I hadn't, but figured, why not? "Sure. Scoot over here." I said. She hopped up, grabbed her towel, placed it on the bench in front of me, and sat right down. I reached up and began to knead her shoulders and lower neck. She moaned softly, and almost started to purr.
I didn't need any massage oil, as both of our bodies were covered in sweat. My hands moved over her neck and upper back, as I gently squeezed her muscles. As she began to relax, I was able to dig in a bit deeper, and I knew that I was really helping her. She leaned back into me, and as the benches were fairly narrow, her back was up against my cock. The only thing between us was my towel, which was still wrapped around my waist. She didn't seem to notice, so I just continued to rub her shoulders. But, as I rubbed, she would lift and stretch her back and shoulders, and would bump up against me. I looked down over her shoulder, and could see both of her gorgeous tits, her nipples distended, and small droplets of sweat running down her chest. I thought how great it would be to lick those droplets off of her breasts, and as I sat there daydreaming, I began to get hard. Here I thought I was actually being pretty cool, and all of a sudden, I'm sporting a major hard-on.