It was finally my turn to travel to Germany. Most of my business partners recounted personal tales of sexual adventures during their journeys. I had never been interested in Germany until I received specific information regarding their saunas. I had a particular interest in how males and females openly shared the same sauna. The lure of naked strangers sitting in a room intrigued me. In making the arrangements for my trip I took great care in reserving a hotel that had a sauna on the property.
I arrived in Germany in the late afternoon of a cold and damp day. Fortunately, I was able to get a few hours sleep on the plane. I was ready and willing to experience the sun setting over the German country side while attempting to capture the attention of a European woman. As I was unpacking, I could see the hotel's indoor pool. It appeared to be empty except for a couple who were in and out of my view. Suddenly at a double take, I noticed that the woman wasn't wearing the top to her bathing suit. That couldn't be, a woman swimming in a public pool with her breasts exposed!!! There had to be something wrong. There had to be some kind of catch. I checked again and yes, the pool was attached to my hotel. This was a strange occurrence to be sure. Being in a foreign country on my first night, I certainly didn't want to get into trouble. So, I closed the curtains, dropped to my knees and while peering over the window ledge curiously maintained surveillance of the couple. My heart was racing and my breath was short. I hadn't experienced anything like this since I was twelve starring at a woman through a high powered telescope as she was undressing across the courtyard of my apartment complex. The woman was approximately fifty and had a rather stunning body for her age. Except for the strangely absent top of her two piece bikini, all appeared normal. Although it was only ten minutes, my pounding heart made it feel like hours had passed.
Suddenly, another woman appeared. She was approximately twenty-five and had on a one piece bathing suit. She appeared to give a salutation to the couple as she casually passed. I had to find out what was going on. Could anyone just walk in on this brazen couple?
Despite my stomach telling me it was way past dinner time, I slipped on my bathing suit and quickly grabbed a hotel towel as I ran toward the door. As I was waiting for the elevator, I caught myself mumbling, "Damn, they'll all be gone by the time I get there." The elevator door opened and I followed the signs to the pool. I opened the door and only the couple was in sight. The pair were reclined on pool chairs and engaged in casual conversation. Yes, I could see from twenty feet away that those nipples were perky and out there for all to see. My pace slowed as I approached. With all my might, I calmed the excited, boyish glee, which I'm sure could easily be seen by the naked eye from the space shuttle as it orbited earth.
As I passed the couple, I gave them a greeting from my ten dollar English-German dictionary. "Guten Tag" (Good day) I stated as I passed.
They replied as if they understood me and were covered in starched uniforms.
I half expected to be yelled at in German and escorted out of the pool area. Surely one of us had to be wrong. Was the hotel staff aware of what was going on? I nonchalantly dropped my towel on a chair and jumped in the pool. I said to myself, "A couple of laps are all I'll do and get out." After all, I was only swimming to keep up the pretense. I got out of the pool and like a magnet drawn to metal, my eyes returned to those exposed nipples. In my expert opinion those breasts were well rounded, tanned and scored at least an 8 in my book. The nipples were as relaxed as she seemed to be. Suddenly, I realized I had to do something before her companion blackened one or both of my roaming eyes. I know...I'll head to the sauna. Remembering that was the most important part of the trip. I grabbed my towel and located what appeared to be the sauna cabin.
Like a typical American, I hung my towel and was entering the cabin with my bathing suit still dripping chlorinated water. As I opened the door, I caught a glimpse of a naked female stretched out across the center bench. I quickly, (no, what's faster than quickly) closed the door and took a breath. What that split second view blasted onto my retina appeared to be the other female I had seen from my room. She was lying on a towel, naked as the day she was born with her forearm across her eyes. I then looked for a sign indicating that the sauna was for women only. No such sign was located. Like a light bulb illuminating a dank room, the stories of co-ed saunas came to me. I stood frozen in time. Gambling that the stories were true, I removed my bathing suit and exchanged it for the towel. I took a deep breath and wondered if my ten dollar English-German dictionary would assist me during a German interrogation after I had been arrested for lewd behavior. I entered and carefully sat above the unsuspecting female. I took another deep breath; leaned back closed my eyes as I bared my goodies as if I was sporting freshly creased Dockers.
Peeking through the nervous slit in my eyelids, I could see sweat dripping off her flattened yet perky breasts. One leg was raised revealing her groomed female fur, which was barely visible from between her athletic thighs. I scanned her hour glass shape again and again as graphic sexual thoughts ran through my now overheating brain. Being a novice at absorbing the sauna's normal operating temperatures, I began to fidget. The noise I created on the wooden benches caused the young lady to rise up and look around. She projected a comment in her native language in my direction. Unfortunately, there were no pockets from, which I could pull my English-German dictionary. I smiled and related through voice and gestures that I didn't speak German. Well, it was my lucky day because the young lady was a part of the hotel staff and spoke just enough English to make my dreams come true.
She repeated her comment in English, "Is it hot enough for you?"
If she only knew how I really wanted to answer that question. I replied, "It's fine," as I intensely observed her body glistening from the sweat.
I found it hard to believe she couldn't see what felt like my insides trying to get on the outside. It was becoming "harder" for me to contain my excitement.
She stated, "I've been in there long enough and that was it for me."
I replied, "This was my first time and I plan to take it slow."
I discreetly peeked at her dangling breasts as she collected her towel. The next thing I saw was the damp, roundness of her backside as she exited the sauna. From my vantage point, I could see her stepping into the adjacent shower bay. I wrestled with the heat and my conscience trying to decide whether I should remain in the sauna or continue our inaugural chat. The heat from internal and external sources became too much. Without much finesse, I exited the sauna and dashed toward the showers. I made some glib remark as I entered the shower bay. This strange woman was massaging soap over her luscious body at the nozzle across from me. I just couldn't get my head around it. The two of us were across from each other as if we were longtime lovers. While pretending I had done this everyday of my life, I examined every inch of her body through the flowing soapy water.
She began asking me casual introductory questions. How long had I been in Germany? Did I like the hotel?
I smiled, poured on the charm and would have told her my bank account and pin numbers if she had asked. Something must have been going right for me because she turned off her water, loosely wrapped her towel around her and continued talking while wringing water from her hair. I completed my shower, grabbed my towel and we walked toward the dressing area together without a single gap in the conversation.
It was just my luck, the lockers and wooden benches were also in an open area. I couldn't very well put my cold, wet swim trunks back on so I grabbed another towel to throw around my shoulders. Luckily, it matched the one around waist. I couldn't very well have mismatched towels at such a critical point in our relationship. I provided a modest distance between us as we sat on the same bench. I struggled so hard at trying not to stare while also not wanting to appear shy. She began rubbing a wonderfully scented lotion onto her legs and arms as I was crumbling under the pressure. I was thinking, "This is over the top. I'm not supposed to be here." It was like going to see your favorite band in concert and getting to see them stroll around in their underwear backstage prior to the show. I couldn't stand it any longer. If I didn't get out of there, sooner or later she was either going to see the tent I was pitching under my towel or hear my stomach begging for food. Neither of them was palatable.
In desperation, I blurted out, "Would you join me for dinner?"
She paused for what seemed like two or three birthdays. I know in my sudden vision I saw myself wearing some kind of pointed hat. Finally, she agreed to meet at the restaurant down the street. The deal was set and I exited with great haste. As I was standing in the elevator, I couldn't tell if it was the anticipation or the breeze under my towel that was tightening the flesh and taking the curl out of the short hairs surrounding my testicles.
