The weather was gray and verging on cold, prompting her to suggest visiting the sauna before spring actually arrived. Not that spring's presence wasn't being felt, as life began its annual bursting out, brimming with enthusiasm.
We chose to visit the newest pool/sauna complex in our region. With the recent outdoors expansion, the outdoors sauna areas can be divided into the traditionally new style section, and the new traditional style section. Connected by an almost hidden path, using rough concrete.
Though getting to it is less than inviting, the new section is nicely rustic, particularly the rough hewn Karelian sauna house. We entered the warmed entrance area, a sort of enclosed porch, in a very Nordic sense, taking off our towels before going into the dry heat.
We saw only a couple of men, and one male/female pair. My wife chose an empty corner, striding quickly to the second bench row, putting her towel down.
The floor was uncomfortably hot underneath my fairly spoiled feet. The stone blocks were smooth, otherwise enjoyable to walk on after the roughness outside. My wife stretched out a level above me, as I settled onto the lowest level bench, our heads close. Her breasts were nicely displayed, her nipples only slightly rounded in the dry air. Her legs were up, slightly spread, providing a perfect view of her dark curled pussy fur.
'Do you like looking?' she asked.
'Of course .. your sexy bush always makes me hot.'
Which prompted a small sound of amusement before I heard her say 'We're in a sauna - of course it's hot.' After a bit, turning her head to look at me, she added 'I think its time to change position.'
She stood, moved her towel a bit, then reached over me for one of the wooden headrests, her glistening tits swaying above me, my eyes entranced. She shifted position to be able to let her fingers hook the headrest, putting a foot down and rising a bit, moving her pussy near my head. Innocently, of course - and it may well have been, as my wife rarely thinks that way. Though, considering our previous hushed conversation, the treat could well have been intentional.
She tolerates my visual interests, in part because she does not understand the attraction of nudity, while understanding it is not just a personal quirk. Not that she would easily admit that what attracts her is not nudity, but sex. According to an old housemate from my wife's university days, she would always watch the porn with intense interest when it played on the VCR, but all other times would deny its appeal, at least for herself.
Finishing the effort involved in setting the headrest in the corner, repositioning her towel to cover the blond wood, she laid down, now stretching out in the other direction. She put a foot down on my towel, giving me a wonderful view between her half spread legs. The other men in the sauna, whose view were not as close as mine, didn't seem to react to my wife's repositioning, at least when I initially scanned the benches.
The person who seemed to notice first was the woman in the opposite corner. She had been sitting with her legs up, facing her male compatriot, but a moment after my wife finished with settling down, she moved, legs now crossed, hands resting on her knees. She was essentially unshaved between her legs, something now apparent, along with her slightly opened labia.
Not wanting to stare, I returned my eyes to my wife's pussy, starting to add a note of wonderfully enticing scent to the air. Her head was turned to the couple, casually of course. Just as she casually moved her hand to her inner thigh while casually opening her legs, her foot now on my thigh.
The other woman's compatriot was also sitting cross legged, and after slowly scanning the space again, it was obvious that all of the single men had moved their heads, indulging themselves in a view of a naked woman in the sauna. This is not exactly a secret of why people enjoy being naked with others, though no one was exceeding good taste while indulging themselves.
I was unconcerned, as looking at both my wife or the other couple was fully within bounds. The fact that my wife's pussy was closer remained a major factor in anchoring my attention on her, something she seemed to know, as her other hand casually wended its way between her legs. That other people could see was not really a consideration, it seemed. Just making me hornier, as my cock began to stir.
Something I don't precisely appreciate in a public place, and not simply due to a an outdated sense of propriety. Unlike women, men can be easily identified as turned on, something that is not exactly appropriate in a public setting. When her toes moved along my thigh, just brushing my cock, I asked her to stop, please.
The view and her natural perfume, especially knowing my appreciation was perfectly acceptable, both in private and publicly, had already brought me to a certain edge. Of course, my wife knows this, and teases me about it. In several ways. However, she also tends to make sauna visits less embarrassing, as she has no problems getting my off before we visit. As had been the case today, as she got me off just a few hours before our arrival.
The heat was beginning to get to me. Several people had already left, and when the couple rose to leave, I suggested we do the same. We were both sweat soaked, meaning that our next stop would be the outdoor showers, on the other side of new area.
A stainless steel pool is centered, in a sense, as part of this new section, with the outdoors showers forming one side, and the sauna building forming the other. The pool is not exactly large, having a bench along the side where the steps with a railing were, and a couple of water jets on the opposite wall, but it fits a fair number of people without feeling crowded.
After showering and hanging our towels, we entered the pool.
Two couples were already in it, the one against the opposite side being the couple from the sauna, the other at the steps. Carefully walking down the steps, our view including the couple sitting crosslegged. There was no question the man was looking right at her shaved spread pussy. Other people in the pool could not see her so completely, though with a bit of thought, it was clear what their position meant in terms of shared intimacy. And their unconcern about anyone seeing it.
She was in her early 20s, and quite heavy, in an extremely sexy way. She was leaned back against the support provided by the steps, her largish breasts laying against her chest, nipples prominent. Her arms were underwater. Her partner had his hands on his knees, his arms providing a bit of an additional screen for anybody but the woman across from him seeing his cock - or the horny state it was likely in.
A mixed sauna often has this element with couples, something I understand. Something my wife is generally amused and quite unconcerned about. Providing me with numerous opportunities to indulge looking at her naked body, with a certain amount of accompanying lust, which needs to be kept adequately in check.
The other couple, that had been in the sauna with of us, were sunk to their shoulders, side by side.
We sat at the corner, at a diagonal, our legs stretched out, mine floating under hers. Though she has recently shaved under her arms, her legs remain soft and furry. Drifting in and out of contact, her hair was delightful to feel as we let the water support ourselves, bodies shifting just slightly, skin touching and separating.
Her nipples were darkly crinkled, her wavy bush sexy seen through the clear water. We would sometimes glance over at the other couple. They were now face to face, seemingly floating in the currents, only their heads above water. There was little to be seen, and only a minimum of quiet conversation to be heard.
