I drove home, pondering the events of the morning, wondering if I should tell my lover, Andrew, what had happened.
Every morning, I woke early, donning my bathing suit and a long denim dress, heading to the gym for an invigorating workout. My reward is a long soak in the hot tub and then sitting in the steam room, feeling my pores refine as I just relax. When I leave the hot tub, I generally remove my suit and wrap in a towel for the steam room. After my steam, I just pull my dress on over my nude body and head home. I like the feeling of walking nearly naked through the gym and into the parking lot. Sometimes, I even go shopping, constantly aware of my lack of underclothing as I mix with the townspeople.
Andrew was home the other day when I came back. As I removed my dress, his eyes widened at the sight of me, totally naked. He followed me into the shower, lathering my skin, then making rough love to me against the wall. He kept saying he was very excited by the thought of me being out in public like this. I loved it!
Today began like any other. I was dressed and gone while he was still in bed, hoping to get my exercise in early, because I had a busy day planned. I swam, did exercises and joined the aerobic ladies for about thirty minutes. Then, climbing from the pool, I shiveringly raced to the hot tub, quickly lowering myself into the heated, bubbly water. As the water jets hit my body, I felt myself begin to tingle, thinking of Andy's mouth or hands touching me there. It was a quiet time at the gym, no one entered the dressing room while I soaked. Then, as was my habit, I dropped my suit and wrapped in a fluffy pink towel. I went into the steam room, pulling the lever to release more heat into the room. Sitting on the warm concrete bench, relaxing in the quiet room, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the hot wall. Then the door opened. A tall, shapely woman walked in, someone I had never seen before. She was wrapped in a pink towel also but, because of her height, it barely covered her.
Out of the entire empty room, she chose to sit near me. One level down, with her shoulder brushing my thigh, she settled in to "get steamed". Her towel pulled lower, nearly exposing her full breasts. I couldn't stop looking at her, wondering what Andy would think of this development. He had, like most men, told me his fantasy about a third lover in our bed. He loved the idea of another woman, making love to me and then to him. I had promised him I would think about it, but had never been able to make a commitment to it. Now, I had this woman, who seemed to be about to expose herself to me.
I couldn't help looking, watching, as the sweat beads gathered on her full orbs, as they trickled down under the towel. She remained immobile, sitting beside me, her eyes closed. Slowly, she lifted her right arm and draped it over my bare knee, just resting against me. She leaned back against the bench, resting her head on the same level I was sitting. Her eyes were closed, she licked her lips sensuously. Her legs fell open. The towel, which was adequate for me, seemed to have shrunken about 3 sizes on her. It went from just her nipples to barely cover her hips. I could see her dark brown bush peering out from the edge of the pinkness. Her right hand still rested on my knee, but her left hand was sliding slowly up her own damp thigh. From my position, I could see her hand disappear under the towel edge. I could also hear her very deep sigh.
Tearing my eyes from her, I looked at the door, suddenly aware of the very public venue she had chosen. The aerobic ladies would be finished soon and they always came to steam and shower. I wasn't sure what her plan was, what she wanted from me. As if reading my mind, she suddenly made a move, sliding that hand up, finding the tender flesh of my inner thigh. Her hand was incredibly soft and smooth, cool on my heated skin. I felt my legs relaxing, spreading open.
I have never had any sexual contact with another female. I never thought I would like it, but now, as this woman moved to my private place, I found myself silently encouraging her. I had heard that women were different, they were softer and slower and knew where to touch and how. Now, in this quiet steam room, I was about to find out exactly what another woman was like, how she would touch me. I kept thinking of Andrew, how he would react to this story, how it would excite him.
As my mind wandered, the woman unexpectedly stood. She stepped between my knees, spreading them even further. I felt her towel rubbing against my inner thighs, then felt soft flesh instead. She had dropped her towel, exposing her impressive breasts to me, nearly at face level. She cupped them in her hands, leaning forward, offering them to me. It took me very little time to decide. I opened my mouth and accepted her gift of a soft, pink nipple. I had barely closed my mouth over it when it hardened and tightened. Suddenly, the softness was replaced by a tautness, tiny bumps everywhere around it. I was surprised at the rubbery texture, the responsiveness of it. I closed my eyes and latched on more securely, pulling the entire circle of flesh into my mouth. Her hands reached into my hair, keeping me close to her, her hips swayed against my thighs. I could hear her moans, which excited me incredibly.
Her finger moved to my mouth, quickly breaking my hold, and she turned her body enough to offer me the other breast. I loved this! The way her body responded made me feel powerful and totally in control. I lost all concern about being seen or caught. Her body had a different scent that was extremely sexy. The absolute smoothness and softness tantalized me. Her fingers left my hair and began running over my bare shoulders, her touch unbelievably sensuous.
