This is a follow-on to my story, A Man in the Women's Sauna. But it's a stand-alone story. You needn't have read the prior one.
I've previously written how I snuck my boyfriend Bill into the women's sauna at our health club. It was late at night and I thought we'd have it all to ourselves; it's usually empty at that hour. Bill and I settled onto the sauna's benches. We were nude, as is common in the club's saunas. As fate would have it, a woman, Sonia, walked in on us. And as fate would also have it, she didn't flinch at the sight of a nude man in the women's sauna. It resulted in a fun evening and a friendship with her.
Sonia wondered what reaction we'd get if we ladies casually went nude in the club, in a place where nudity wasn't "approved." We decided to try the hot tub -- a venue both sexes used wearing bathing suits. We would wear bathing suits too -- initially.
On a Tuesday night, Sonia, Bill and I donned bathing attire and settled into the churning waters of the large hot tub. Sonia and I wore bikinis. There were two couples already in the tub. As we later learned, one was married, the other boyfriend-girlfriend. They were in their 20s.
We greeted the other individuals with nods and 'hellos' and settled in. After a few minutes, Sonia and I exchanged glances, and as agreed, reached behind to unclasp our bikini tops. We tossed them to the floor and let our breasts float on the churning water. The married woman (her name was Debbie) eyed us. "Is that allowed?" she asked.
"It's normal where I come from. I'm German," replied Sonia. "It's liberating to give the breasts their freedom. Why don't you join us?"
"I've never done anything like that," Debbie said almost wistfully, and looked at her husband.
"Knock yourself out, sweetie," he said.
After a little thought, and hesitation, she removed her bikini top. Small but perfectly rounded and beautiful breasts with prominent nipples were revealed. Now three women lay against the side of the tub, their breasts peeking above the water. The men's eyes were glued to the bobbing breasts.
"It feels great," said Debbie. "And to do this in a public setting is exciting. Wow."
"Yes, it's liberating," I said. "The rush of the water on bare skin is different than when one is wearing fabric."
"In Europe, it's common that men and women are completely nude in pools and hot tubs," said Sonia. "It's not a big deal."
Sonia looked at the two men. "I don't want to shock my Americans companions. Would you object if I took off my bikini bottom?"
The single man looked at his partner.
"Why are you looking at me?" she said. "As long as you're only looking at other woman, I don't care."
Sonia looked at the married man. He just shrugged, noting his unconcern.
Sonia pulled on the sides of her bikini bottom, and it soon joined the top of the floor. The churning water obscured it somewhat, but her full bush of unshaven black pubic hair was evident beneath the surface.
"I'm in too," I said as I also removed my bikini bottom. I slightly opened my legs as I leaned against the wall, so my vulva, covered in neatly trimmed blonde hair, was visible. Somewhat exhibitionist, yes, but Sonia and I weren't trying for modesty. The guys looked, eyes wide at our brazen display.
Bill upped the ante for the men. He pulled off his bathing trunks. "What's good for the goose..." he said. "Or more accurately, what's good for the gander..."
Cute. We laughed. Eyes and peer pressure turned to the last woman fully in bathing attire, Janice, the single woman. The rest of us ladies were either topless or naked in the water. Janice wore a one piece, covering all significant body parts. She didn't move. But her boyfriend did. He stood up to remove his trunks, conspicuously flaunting his manly parts before he sat back down.
This act only made Janice's reluctance to take off her bathing suit more conspicuous. "I've never been naked in public," she said, almost in a whimper. "Maybe I'm a prude."
Debbie, who was topless, took charge. "Look, how often does one get to do something wild like this? I'll take off my bikini bottom and you take off your swimsuit. No one will look. I'll count to three. Deal?"
The "no one will look" was a joke, of course. At the count of three, the bikini bottom slid off, revealing a neatly shaven mound. With a sigh, Janice slide the shoulder straps of her swim suit off, and pulled the suit down her body. She turned and stood up to step out of it, giving us a look at the lovely curves of her rounded rear end. Her boyfriend drew her in for a hug, celebrating her courage. All seven of us were now nude. After a few seconds of looking -- that was inevitable -- we all settled into the warm water, allowing the freedom of the moment to enfold us. And after a few minutes, it became normal. We started talking to each other, comrades in an adventure. Debbie recounted how she and her husband had skinny dipped once in Martinique. Janice reminisced about a drunken sorority party she witnessed where losers in a tug of war had to serve drinks to the winners topless. Everyone had some nude adventure, or at least some adventure they had observed even if they were too chicken to participate. But today, we had tossed inhibitions aside.
Eyes turned to the last clothed man. 'When in Rome...' he said, as he slide off his trunks. His penis was so much longer than the other guys that I made an audible inhale of breath at the sight, which I quickly stifled. (Sorry, Bill.)
We were becoming friends. Our excited story-telling, however, was interrupted by the appearance of a middle aged woman in a bathing suit at the door to the hot tub area. She walked toward the tub, then stopped when she realized everyone in the tub was nude.
"Oh my," she said. "I'm new here. I didn't realize..."
