Different places have different attitudes towards public nudity, and I have the fortune to live in a place where it is quite accepted. Nude beaches and mixed nude saunas are common, with a variety of people visiting them. Such places are easy to grow accustomed to for a man, since in comparison to women, men's reaction to being surrounded by naked people can become a bit too obvious. But any man who hasn't already figured out how to discreetly hide an erection is probably not the best visitor to such places.
Particularly as hiding is not as important as not getting visibly aroused in the first place. Nakedness is simply not wearing clothes, nothing else. It may take a bit of time to grow used to that idea, especially when looking at several naked people, noticing the enticing differences and similarities. Something that never grows boring, after more than two decades of visiting such places.
Public saunas, as one would expect, are more controlled than a nude beach. Adults know how temptation can grow, and how it is something to politely be avoided when surrounded by strangers in a public place. Even if giving in to temptation is also something most adults are intimately familiar with, especially when opportunity arises. This tension always exists, yet understanding that it does is what distinguishes normal visitors from the those that tend to make others uncomfortable.
Being naked among other people does not lead to an orgy, a fact that nudists are even more aware of than non-nudists. On the other hand, going with a partner does extend the acceptable boundaries at least a bit. Going alone to a sauna or nude beach is not the same as going with someone. Not that looking isn't always enjoyable, it is simply that in such settings a certain element of restraint is expected. Balanced by a certain element of acceptance. Everyone is an adult, sharing the same awareness that naked bodies draw attention.
This balance is important to everyone being comfortable, as people much prefer being around other people who are not uncomfortable. Not just with nudity, but with the idea that nudity does not mean sex. At the very minimum, not with them. Saunas are not really places to meet other people, they are places where people are naked together in a shared space.
With a partner, the situation can be considerably more fluid. My first visit to a mixed sauna remains a lovely memory of how delightful that distinction is. I had already been to several nude beaches by that point, meaning public nudity was no longer unfamiliar. First with a friend from work who introduced me to the local nude lake she had been swimming at since she was 15, and then with my wife in France for a two week vacation across from a nude beach. Being naked outdoors is a sensual pleasure by itself, something that turns out to be true in the winter time too.
Being in January, with a light snow falling, that first sauna visit was not crowded. Meaning that the initial surprise did not involve other people around. Even a moment's thought should have made clear that there would only be a single dressing area, without any privacy. Watching her undress led to a distinctly voyeuristic tingle on my part, something she noticed from how my cock had swelled as she removed her bra and panties.
Naked, we left the dressing area to the public showers, where she put a bit of her exhibitionist side on display. It did help that no one was around as she fondled her breasts in front of me, nipples gloriously erect. When her hands went between her legs, the sight of her spreading her pussy lips in front of me was incredibly arousing.
She had already been here a couple of times, which is why she knew that on a birthday, the sauna was free for the person celebrating their birthday and a guest. She also knew what a turn on it was to display herself in such wonderfully slutty fashion, aware that I could not stop staring at her hot pink cunt, even in a public place like this.
Moving on before making any physical contact, my towel being held strategically, hers on her shoulder, leaving a breast and her bush exposed to view. Watching her walk naked up the staircase to the upper level a couple of steps behind her was another surprisingly voyeuristic thrill. Particularly as in this case, I could enjoy as I wished, seeing her slit exposed as she climbed the stairs. There were a few people in towels or bathrobes upstairs, helping me get my cock and imagination under better control.
We went into the circular steam bath, a smooth curving bench running along the entire wall, with a large bubbling heater in the center. Entering a moment before me, it took another moment in the steamy dimness to see where she was sitting, directly opposite the door, with the central heater blocking her from the immediate view of anyone entering.
As my eyes adapted to the low light, the sight was entrancing. Reclining a bit, emphasizing her uncovered breasts with already erect nipples. Seeing she had my complete attention, she lifted her foot onto the bench, providing a classic beaver shot. As I kept staring, she moved her leg further, then reached down to spread her labia. It seemed best not to move closer, though of course I could not stop gazing at her open pussy.
Unlike her, I was not blocked from view if someone entered, a thought that kept diminishing in importance as my cock grew. However, before growing too stiff, I closed my thighs around the shaft, solving the immediate problem. Along with providing enough cover to keep looking at her exposed cunt, now being teasingly fingered a bit, a distracted smile on her face. She always had a certain exhibitionistic side, and today, it was being given an opportunity to shine.
The damp heat was more than I was accustomed to, but she left first, otherwise there would never have been any chance of my cock shrinking. As soon as it did enough to let me leave, I opened the steamy glass door and stepped out into the coolly refreshing air. Then seeing a number of naked people next to the small shower area between the steam bath and another sauna, where people were still leaving. Asking why, my wife explained that every half hour, different sauna rooms have different infusions or treatments.
Scented water is poured over the rocks normally, and something like salt, ice, or honey can be spread over the skin after leaving the sauna. She pointed to a schedule hanging on the wall, being disappointed to see that there not any honey sessions scheduled, remembering how incredibly soft and smooth her skin had felt the second time she came home from the sauna. Memories that included just how wonderfully horny she seemed to be too as I ran my hands over her entire body.
