A Kinky Secluded Sauna

All of the characters in this story are entirely fictional, as is the narrative. It's an idea that's developed gradually through many iterations in my mind for my own diversion. Although everything portrayed is plainly consensual, readers should note that it does involve rape fantasy. Characters play out that fantasy in a safe environment with people they trust, as it should be when any violence is role played. I've bracketed the part of the story where that play occurs using

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so it's easy to skip. But if that's still something that troubles you, this story could be triggering. Mind your self care. All that said, I hope you find this story as enjoyable a fantasy as I have.

I sat naked on the single bench in the men's locker room. It was a tiny locker room with only eight lockers, the bench, a shower, a sink, and a toilet stall. The temperature was just right, though I knew it was much colder in the hallway... that would likely have an effect that on my male anatomy.

I was neither small nor large in that department. Pretty average, really, as in most physical attributes; about 5'11", I worked out and was fit (though, I was inconsistent, and nobody would mistake me for a football player). I later learned that I had "great hands and forearms," and that I was "deliciously hairy." I don't think I'm that hairy, but if that's pleasing, it's fine by me. And, of course, I could grow a great beard (though, all I had at the moment was the stubble of not shaving for a few days).

But I was about to enter a sauna, nude, with three gorgeous women from my grad department, and I worried that would affect me and make them uncomfortable. Maybe I should quickly rub one out before I went? Crude, but better to be flaccid, right? On the other hand, would it be weird if I didn't have a semi-erection? Would it be obvious I'd jerked off just beforehand? Speaking of making things awkward...

No quickie beforehand, I decided. I'd just have to keep it under control and not totally humiliate myself. That was definitely not a kink of mine. But there was a kink being orchestrated. Ming was its architect. She had it bad for me, though I was the only person not to know it. We were meme-buddies -- we were the resident meme quoters in the geology grad program -- and I felt like she had always kept me at arm's length, romantically, leaning into our "buddy" kind of relationship.

Ming was quite tall for a woman -- about 5'9", I surmised. Very pretty, very fit. She kept herself in excellent physical condition ever since being on the rowing team as an undergrad. I definitely thought she was beautiful, but, again, the way she acted towards me made me think of her platonically.

The woman I was attracted to, but who was unattainable, was Caitlin. She was cute-attractive. Her face was soft and pretty, and with her glasses on... Hoo boy. We all wore glasses, but hers made her look like a petite nerd girl, and that kicked something off in me. She was about 5'5", I guessed; breasts that fit her frame just so; brown hair typically pulled back in a ponytail. And she had a boisterous attitude that made me enjoy every moment with her. She had a girlfriend, though.

That was fine. Mine was a crush that wasn't meant to be, but I could still enjoy her company. Her girlfriend, also in our department, was Lara. Lara was slightly shorter than Caitlin -- maybe 5'3" or 5'4" -- but she seemed tiny. She was nearly flat-chested and she usually didn't wear a bra, so her nipples were often poking the fabric of her shirts. Her hair was curly almost-black, cut short. Meeting Lara had made me understand what people meant when they said someone had eyes that sparkled.

The four of us were from the U.S., but on a mineral expedition in the Northwest Territories in Canada, accompanying our professor, who we all called Bill. Bill wasn't staying with us, though. He was staying at a proper hotel in town. That had been an option for us, too. It was Ming who had found this set of rentable cabins near one of the trails, and had convinced him to let us all stay there. He wasn't going to say no. This place was almost half the price per night, even after accounting for an extra rental car. The price was even cheaper than usual because it was the off-season. The rooms were... rustic. No wi-fi, no TV... you get it. And they only cleaned the cabins between visitors. Ming convinced us, her fellow grad students, using promises of later wake-up hours because Bill had to come our way, anyway, about half an hour drive.

The cabins each had two rooms, accessible from the outside. Caitlin and Lara shared a room... of course. And Ming and I shared another in a different cabin. I didn't think anything of sharing a room with her, at the time. And, frankly, the first few nights returning from our treks, we were all so exhausted from hiking that Ming and I slept in our clothes. But on the fourth day, Bill was going to be delivering a remote lecture for which he needed the internet access of his hotel. We told him we were fine for the day and we'd do our own exploration around the place; Maybe do a little geocaching.

Unbeknownst to any of us, save Ming, our accommodations also had this sauna -- a nude sauna -- which, being the off-season, we had all to ourselves. It was down a dirt road, a bit, and out of sight until you were almost right on top of it. Ming expressed surprise, and wanted to investigate. Yes, Ming, it's a nude sauna. No towels beyond the locker room. Aren't you shocked? And wouldn't this be a fun evening activity after our dillying around the site? Would it make things awkward for anybody?

Right. Would it be awkward? Hmmm... This was a callback to an earlier conversation, and it made me I realize Ming had planned the whole thing. On the flight up, she and I had been seated next to each other and she'd said some things that I hadn't parsed properly at the time.

"You're into Caitlin, aren't you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Where did this come from?" I asked.

She smiled a sly smile. "Oh, Jonas

('YO-nas')

. Silly boy. You don't have to be coy with me."

I chuckled. "Fine. Yeah, I have a bit of a crush. Please keep it to yourself, though. I don't want things to get weird. Besides, she's a lesbian, so what does it matter?"

"She's bi," said Ming, matter-of-factly.

"All the same," I laughed, shaking my head, "she's got a Lara." And they were good together -- really cared about each other -- so I wasn't going to mess with that.

Ming bit her lip and leaned in, her shoulder-length black hair swinging forward. "You think Lara would share her?"

"With you?" I joked.

"Don't be smart," she chided. "Do you think she'd let the two of you see each other naked?" She had a great grin plastered across her face.

I snorted. "What?!" The sound of the airplane had drowned out most of our conversation to all but us, but that "what" turned a couple of heads. Ming was always candid, but this was particularly unfiltered, even for her. Unfiltered... Why was this even a thought?

"Not so loud, chucklehead." She waited a moment. "If you were given the opportunity to see her naked, would you take it?"

"Ming..."

"I just want to know."

I sighed. "I think it would make things awkward. I don't want that. That's the last thing I want. I'm satisfied with our relationship as it is." Presently, I added, more quietly, "Where is this coming from?"

But she shrugged and suddenly shifted the conversation to special effects in movies, and how nobody made "wet puppet" horror movies, anymore. Ah, Ming. Pretty sure she was on the spectrum. Well... that's really par for the course in grad school, honestly. Most of us masked a bit more effectively, but I think we all would've preferred to be taking a train (if you catch my drift). Nevertheless, it was a particularly abrupt shifting of gears.

Back to present. I heard the door to the outside open and muffled voices. It was Caitlin and Lara entering the hallway outside the locker room. They were a few minutes behind Ming and me. The door shut with a clack, and I heard them enter the women's locker room.

Okay, Jonas. I'm not going to jerk off. Ehhh, don't make things awkward, though. Let's just do it. I'd agreed to it. Every bit of it felt so sexual, though. And I now knew this was a product of Ming's machinations -- Though, I didn't know just how deep the rabbit hole went.

I stood and immediately felt like my genitals were giving away the game. I looked down. I was a little bigger than usual -- still pointing at the ground. Nothing obvious. I felt like my feelings were very much on display, but it was my imagination. I tried very hard not to think about Caitlin, nude.

With my loins girded, so to speak, I strode to the door and opened it to the empty hallway. A woosh of cold air hit me. That would help, I thought wryly. The gendered locker rooms were opposite each other in the middle of the hall, and at the two ends were the exit to the building... and the sauna, itself.

I walked down the hall for what felt like a mile. Nothing embarrassing to worry about, yet. Caitlin was still undressing. It would be a little weird with Ming. I wouldn't mind that view, so much. But I thought I could keep it under control with her.

When I made it to the door, I looked down at my penis again. About the same, in spite of the cold air. YOLO. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The sauna had two levels, for sitting, that went around the outside. It was small. Very wooden, except for the stone floor. And hot.

And there was Ming. She sat on the second level directly opposite the door so she was the first thing you'd see when you opened it. Her legs were crossed, hiding her private parts, and the leg on top was swinging back and forth, restlessly. Her hands were planted firmly on the seat on either side of her, and she made no effort to cover her breasts. And what breasts they were. Plump and perky, with tiny brown nipples quickly hardening in the cold air.

"Close the door, you oaf," she said.

I stepped in and closed the door. She looked me up and down -- especially down. She smirked at the sight of my penis. When, finally, her gaze left my lower half, she met my eyes. And she smiled another sly smile. I felt a twitch.

"Oh, Jonas. I guess now I've seen the whole you," she almost whispered, the smile still on her lips and in her eyes. But then her visage changed. Like a barrier was coming down.

I was about to move to a seat, when she suddenly uncrossed her legs, shifted forward, and spread her knees wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her vulva. She had shaved her pubic hair, leaving a smooth mound above a tight labia, barely open, even as she presented herself.

The look on her face was earnest in a way I hadn't seen before. I was perplexed. Just as quietly as before, she said, "Now you see me," almost a plea for validation. I was in shock, seeing her most intimate places. But I raised my eyes to meet hers and smiled back, mirroring her earnestness. I didn't know what else to do, but this moment felt special. Sexual, definitely, but also... I don't know.

"Now I've seen the whole you," I quietly replied. She smiled an almost relieved smile at this, and continued to meet my gaze for a time. But she didn't close her legs. She must have gathered up all her courage for this moment, revealing herself both literally and metaphorically.

My erection had begun to rise, and when she looked down, she saw it -- rapt in fascination at the change in size and angle. For my part, looking down her body, I observed the muscles in her thighs, all flexed as she displayed herself to me. Flanking her vagina, they were exerted, lifting her bottom slightly and rotating her pelvis forward to give me a complete view. The rowing exercises had done their work. The sweat and condensation glistened on her venus mound.

I'd had sex with a couple of women and I'd seen pictures, of course, but they were different. This moment was accompanied by a vulnerability I'd never received from anyone. Ming had let down her guard as she showed me. And what she showed me was exponentially more beautiful than what I'd seen before, in large part owing to the dropping of her facade. Her bald vulva was alluring on its own. But I probably would have thought so, no matter what she had done with her pubic hair. This was a shared a moment of exposure, and the display she was giving me was... for me. A gift.

She must have felt the same, looking at my increasingly attentive member. I made no effort to cover. And at a more visceral level, my mind was racing, sexually. What would it be like to go down on her? What would it be like to taste her, down there, while she pulled my head in with her hands, and squeezed it with those muscular thighs?

As an undergrad, I'd been brave enough to go down on one of my girlfriends, and was rewarded with delights I couldn't have imagined. As I'd worked, she began grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in, tighter. I remembered her odor, the feeling of my face in her bush, and her wonderful flavor.

Snap out of it, I thought. My penis was hard and nearly perpendicular to the floor, by now. I needed to sit so its rigidity wouldn't be so obvious to the other women. Lara, for sure, wouldn't appreciate it. I moved left and climbed up to the second tier and sat. I looked over at Ming, and she smiled at me, legs splayed. My erection was leveled just above my legs, but from a distance, it would look like it lay flat if didn't lean back. Good. Well, if Lara and Caitlin thought I was flaccid, I would certainly appear gifted.

Ming lowered her bottom and shifted back, though she didn't cross her legs, again. A moment later, I heard voices on the other side of the door and Ming and I both turned to look. The door opened and Caitlin came through, followed immediately by Lara. They held hands as they entered.

Lara was, as it seemed with her shirt on, almost totally flat chested. She had tiny pink nipples perched low on the gentlest of mounds. Down below, she had a hairy, thick, curly, black pussy that was plainly visible, even in profile. She looked petite and delicate. Such small breasts, though. They honestly piqued my curiosity. Well, never mind.

My attention was redirected firmly on Caitlin. Her breasts were similar to Ming's, although on the two women's frames, they looked different. Gorgeous, I thought. She had a blouse with a low, swooping neckline that she sometimes wore that teased. But now it was all bare and I sat, stunned, at the slight bounce they gave as she stepped in. Her nipples were larger than Ming's, though not very large. A bit bigger than half-dollars. They poked outward like little red nubs, presumably because of the cold air in the hallway.

Caitlin had curves, too. She was fit, but she also enjoyed the occasional ice cream. Her bottom was pleasingly shaped and jiggled, slightly, as she walked. I couldn't see the front of her pubic area from my angle, and I didn't want to gawk -- I'd accept to see what she decided I should see. But I made out a hint of brown hair in profile. So beautiful.

The two women stood looking at Ming. Her legs remained uncrossed and a little wide, and for these two, her candid pose must have been a surprise. For her part, Ming motioned with her eyes in my direction, and the two women looked over. Caitlin's eyes settled on my mid-section. Looking up at me, she gave a small, slightly amused smile. Lara took notice of me, but her eyes quickly returned to Ming.

Ming, it seemed, suddenly realized what she was doing, and she shifted back further and closed her legs. Slightly flustered, she said, "A little something for everybody, I guess." She looked over at Caitlin, whose eyes had returned to my member.

"Certainly, not an unwelcome something," said Lara, giggling.

Caitlin turned to meet Lara's gaze, and they smiled at each other. The two climbed up to the right, opposite me. Caitlin's beautiful, heart-shaped posterior was in full view as she climbed, and I struggled not to get more physically excited. As she sat, she turned around and crossed her legs in a smooth motion, keeping her intimate parts hidden. The top of her pubic hair was visible, though, above her thighs. It was brown and whispy, and when she leaned back against the wall, a little more became visible. I tried hard not to stare.

Lara didn't cross her legs, but I guessed she didn't feel like she had to. The sight of her vagina was obscured by her curly bush. She had natural cover. On the other hand, it was an impressive bush in itself.

Looking back at Ming, I saw she was watching my gaze and grinning from ear to ear. "Is it hot in here?" she asked.

We all laughed, softening the mood a little.

"In all seriousness," she said, "this is really neat. I wonder why they hide it down here, away from the cabins."

I shrugged, trying not to stare at any of these beautiful women's bodies, and remaining collected. "It might keep parents from having to answer too many questions."

"Definitely," said Caitlin. "There isn't even a lock on the outer door."

Lara smiled. "This is cool. Or...," we all smiled, "neat. Yeah. I've been to a nude sauna before. In Finland. It wasn't quite the same as this."

Caitlin asked, "How so?"

"Well, for one thing, this is a bit more cramped. For another, there are no sticks to hit ourselves with."

Ming burst out laughing. "What?!"

Caitlin and I gave Lara amused, but also confused looks.

"Okay, you're not supposed to hit hard. Just gentle taps. It keeps you warm."

I asked, "Warm? In the... sauna?" Ming and I exchanged glances. Her smile was priceless.

Lara looked up at the ceiling and resigned herself. "Alright. It's not even really a story, so I shouldn't have said anything. But I'll try to make it a story. I took a year off after undergrad, and did a European tour with a group of friends. And when you're in Finland, you're supposed to do one of these saunas. Skipping them would be like going to Amsterdam and not sampling the cannabis."

General amused agreement.

"So, I'm with this group -- all guys, incidentally." We laughed, and Caitlin put her arm around Lara's shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

"This is sounding an awful lot like a story," I said.

Lara moved her head from side to side, as she studied the ceiling in recollection. "Okay, a little story."

"So you went with guys so you could experience the sauna purely for its intrinsic value," I volunteered.

Lara gave me a serious look, and said, dryly, "If, by its intrinsic value, you mean sitting among a bunch of sausages while everyone looks around nervously wondering if this makes them gay..."

Ming snorted. "Buttered sausage." She looked over at me and we both laughed.

Lara and Caitlin executed a synchronous eye-roll, but they were also clearly amused. "You are way too online," Lara said. She shook her head and continued, "Well, we had picked up this Finnish guy -- a student at who-knows-where -- and he told us he'd show us the ropes." She took a breath. "And by ropes, I mean sticks. Or... whisks, or something. I don't remember exactly what they call them. Whisks, I think."

"Okay, and that's where the self flagellation comes in," offered Caitlin.

"Right," said Lara, giving her a knowing look. "So you have a bunch of straight guys trying flick themselves just the right amount, and looking, oh, so uncomfortable. Except the Finnish guy. He's smiling and chatting and... just, generally Mr. Congenial as he flicks himself."

Caitlin said, "You really get the sense of how much cultural norms play a role in interpreting nudity."

"Definitely," said Lara. Then she hastened to add, "I do think that part of the appeal is the view, though, when you're with the right company. You see what you see and if you like it, you're going to file it away in your mind. It's just, I think our guide was able to enjoy it even with just one tiny-titted woman and a whole bunch of dudes, and the American guys I was with were... well, it was more difficult. In the U.S., I'd guess there aren't a lot of occasions where straight guys see other guys' dicks. I mean, ya know... I don't know... Jonas can correct me if I'm mistaken, but..."