*Sorry it's been so long since I posted... hope y'all enjoy this offering... pretty tame, lots of build up, somewhat true, somewhat idealized.*
Sweat. I could feel it pouring out of my body, the heat a second skin enveloping me. I leisurely ran my hand along my bare chest, savoring the slickness, the wetness. Alone in the sauna, I wiped my sweat down my stomach, caressing my balls and cock, sliding along my legs. I took a drink of water, splashed a little on the rocks, waiting for the new rush of heat to wash over me.
My Friday ritual, begun several months ago, had gone far in reducing my level of stress caused by incessant and grueling deadlines. Six o'clock at the end of each week, I pulled into the parking lot at the clothing-optional sauna. I paid my money, got my towel and headed to the lockers. The redwood walls and hothouse plants switched my brain away from gray cubicles and fluorescent lighting. The light smell of jasmine or mint would waft gently through the air, a welcome change from the deodorant and tension-filled scents of my office.
Removing my shoes, socks, pants, shirt, boxers, I felt my skin tingle with being released to the warm air. Closing my locker, I mentally began loosening the knots throughout my body. I wrap my towel around my waist and walk to one of the many showers, seeing no one. Any crowd would not arrive until later I had discovered, giving me the time I needed to unwind. I'm not unsociable but what I wanted was to quiet my own mind before listening to the rambling thoughts of others.
I eased into the shower, more a mist than a rain, letting work sweat and tension swirl down the drain. I look down and chuckle at the red marks left by boxers and socks from being in them too long. At thirty-sex I was no longer the svelte lion I had been in my twenties but neither was I overweight or out of shape. Prosperous, my friends, had called it. A little thickening through the waist but still toned and firm, a solid 180 pounds on my nearly six foot frame.
Still no one in the halls as I pondered which sauna to use. Both were nice but the smaller one was my favorite, if a bit funky at times. Occasionally some other sauna goers, specifically some gregarious Russian-born men, would throw beer onto the sauna rocks, giving it a not unpleasant smell but not always the freshest either. To my relief the small sauna was clean, hot and odor-free aside from the delicious smell warm wood gives off. I spread my towel on the lowest bench and sat to begin the slow process of unwinding.
As always I felt a little fidgety at first, too used to doing something more than sitting to feel truly comfortable. I began to massage my legs, my neck, my arms, more to have something to do than for any real benefit. Slowly I could feel myself relax into the silence and stillness, my brain quieting its thousand shouts for attention. The sweat began to flow, a week's worth of toxins easing their way from my body.
Running the sweat along my skin is such a sensuous thing, such an act of self-attention. I love the way it makes my smooth body so slick, so much so that I now kept my chest and balls hair-free. I had gone completely smooth for a while but found the maintenance of shaving my cock to be a little beyond my attention span. Some day I am sure I will go completely shaved, as smooth as any young boy but for now this is comfortable.
Time is hard to judge in the sauna but I would estimate that half an hour had gone by when the door opened, letting in a bracing jolt of cooler air and a woman about my age, completely wrapped in a towel, from chest to knees on a frame that looked slim and couldn't have been more than a few inches over five feet. She stopped for a second at the sight of me and I wondered briefly if she would turn-around and go to the other sauna. Some of the women who go to the sauna are more hesitant about showing themselves, especially around other men. My lesbian friend Sheila, whom I met at the sauna, says she doesn't mind being naked in front of men, but does a man have to be so out there with his penis? She says if she had wanted to see those she would have stayed straight. But I digress.
The newcomer decided to come in after all and sat across from me on the opposite bench, not looking at me but at the wall to my left. She kept the towel around her and sat fairly primly on the bench, back to the wall, legs stretched on the bench in front of her. I politely smiled a hello and then closed my eyes and went back to enjoying the heat.
A minute or two went by and I could hear her shuffling about. I looked over and saw she was shedding her inhibitions a littler, as well as her towel. She laid it down on the bench and then laid on top of it, face down. She was very tan, with no tan lines that I could see. Something about her dark hair and eyes and caramel skin tone suggested a heritage of Mediterranean or South American ancestry. She obviously worked out but not to excess, firmness without over-definition.
I will not say I did not enjoy the view. I love women and I can think of nothing more lovely than a woman's naked body. But I said nothing, giving her respect and privacy.
