I discovered the Turkish bath quite by accident while at work one day, I was out driving and I had gotten myself lost while looking for a new customer. I made a mental note of where it was and promised myself I would try it out the next time my work took me that way. A week later I was called upon to visit the customer again so I threw my sports bag in the car before I set off and made a beeline for the bathhouse as soon as I could get away. It was absolute bliss and it soon became a regular thing as I was often in the area I would try to make at least one visit per week if I could. I found it a great escape from the daily stress of the working week, I would lie in the sauna and steam rooms for ages before jumping into the freezing plunge pool and then lie out in the relaxation area before repeating the whole thing over and over again. As the weekday evening sessions were men only, I didn't have to bother with the discomfort of a soggy swimming costume, and the majority of the regulars didn't bother either, and the feeling of freedom from being nude only added to the terrific sense of escapism. I would always leave feeling totally refreshed, not just my body cleansed but my soul as well.
One particular week, events conspired to keep me away from the Turkish bath house and I sorely missed it, and when the weekend came I found myself alone with nothing to do as my wife was away visiting an old friend for the entire weekend, so on Sunday I decided to drive out to it and spend the entire afternoon there. On arrival I was greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist who remarked that she had never seen me here on the weekend before, I explained about the hellish week that I had had and that I needed my fix of steam. As she took my cash she said 'I hope you have a swimming costume then, it's the mixed session today so you need to cover up', I had a quick root through my sports bag and much to my relief I managed to dig an old pair of running shorts, clean but balled up in the bottom of the bag.
I went to the locker room and reluctantly changed into the shorts and went through into the wet area. It seemed quite strange to be there in the daytime and without the regular crowd to greet me, it was very quiet and at first I could see no evidence of any other patrons until I spied a couple of towels hanging outside one of the steam cabins. I showered and went into the sauna cabin and sat down with a squelch on the wooden bench, the shorts were very uncomfortable when wet, they were never meant for this kind of wear and I longed to slip them off. I sat back and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on relaxing rather than the discomfort. It was then that I realised I could hear muffled voices coming from the steam cabin next door, a man and a woman seemed to be having a disagreement about something. 'I don't know' said the female voice, 'You ask to come with me to try to find out why I like it here so much, and you've done nothing but moan since we got here,'
' you say the sauna's too hot and the plunge pool's too cold for you,' she said, 'a fine relaxing Sunday this turned out to be, if you don't like it in here, why don't you go through to the swimming pool for a while and I'll see you in the canteen in an hour or so.' She added. 'OK,' replied the male voice 'See you in an hour then.' and with that I heard the door swing open on the steam room cabin and I watched him, through the glass door in my sauna cabin, as he walked back to the locker room.
Moments later the steam room door creaked open again and the woman stepped out and grabbed her towel from the hook on the wall and padded her face with it before hanging it back up and disappearing from my field of view again. Soon I heard a large splash and a big 'aahhhh' as she jumped into the freezing plunge pool.
I sat back and closed my eyes, the sauna started to work it's magic and I soon began to feel quite relaxed as I breathed in the wood scented air, I could feel the stresses and strains of the past week ooze from my pores.
Something soon caught my attention though; I opened my eyes again to see the woman turn on one of the showers directly opposite the door of the sauna cabin. I could see her properly now; she was about 35 and very slim with quite severe looks but very pretty too. She was wearing a small black bikini that tied up in bows at each side of the bottoms and at the back of the top. She stood under the jets of water, and glanced quickly around too see if she had the place to herself, the relative darkness of the sauna made it difficult to see in through the glass door from the outside so she didn't see me sitting there. Then, with her back too me, her hands came up and pulled at the bow holding her bikini top in place and she removed it and threw it onto one of the wall hooks next to her towel.
Suddenly it felt twice as hot in there as I watched her showering. As the water cascaded over her body, I could see glimpses of the sides of her small, pert breasts as they bounced firmly when she rubbed her hands across her chest, massaging the warm water over herself. Then she reached down to her side as if to undo her bikini bottoms and I felt my heart skip but she seemed to decide against it though and left them on. I barely had time to catch my breath before she turned round completely and was facing the door to my sauna cabin, running her fingers through her hair with her head back and her eyes closed. Her breasts were magnificent, small but shapely and firm, topped off with large dark nipples that were a beautiful contrast to her pale skin.
