Mike thought he must have misheard the girl. Did she really say that?
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Yes," the girl repeated, "in the sauna, you must stay naked."
Mike swallowed.
"No trunks or even a towel?"
"No," the girl replied in that accent, brushing her long blonde hair behind her left ear, "you may sit on your towel, but you won't want to keep it wrapped around you anyway - it's too hot!"
Her hands disappeared under the counter to pull out a thick, fluffy yellow towel and a locker key.
"Enjoy!" she said, smiling and dazzling him with those blue eyes. Mike tried to act like it was an everyday occurrence; being told by a beautiful Swedish blonde-haired, blue-eyed 20-something girl that he had to walk around not wearing a stitch in the Canary Island sauna he had was visiting on a work assignment. Thoughts of his local central London fitness centre and its Stalin-esque: "Swimming costumes MUST be worn at ALL TIMES!" signs made him feel like he was a long way from the dreary, stuffy capital, which, he had to admit, pleased him no-end.
"Oh, one other thing," she continued, "there is a women-only sauna and also there is a mixed sauna for men, but there are signs, don't worry."
Although he had heard her perfectly, he struggled to comprehend what she had said. Did she really mean that this is a mixed, nude sauna, he asked himself. The very notion made his heart beat that bit faster and gave him a flash of sheer lust deep within his balls, making his cock tingle.
"Ok. Thank you," he said, smiling at the girl and taking his towel and key as coolly as he knew how. He walked through the male locker room door to the left of reception.
Naked mixed (mixed!!) sauna, he thought to himself, amused and aroused, as he sat down and untied his running shoes. He pulled them off, also peeling away his sweaty sports socks, getting a waft of his warm, sweaty foot aroma as he did. The floor tiles of the locker room felt sensational under the soles and toes of his muscular bare feet, which ached from his long run on the gym treadmill. He placed his towel on one of the short, wooden benches next to the lockers, looking up in time to nod to a bronzed, muscular male who had just come out of the shower and was drying himself off. Mike pulled his sweaty running top over his head and stowed it in one of the lockers. He untied the waistband of his black shorts and slid them down his strong legs. He tossed the damp, ripe shorts along with his shirt, running shoes, sweaty socks and room key in the locker. As he picked up his towel, he glanced over at the tanned, fit guy who was now sitting on his bench vigorously drying his sun-kissed Mediterranean feet. Mike's cock twitched again. He had a raging foot-fetish for both male and female feet, and watching this fit young Spanish guy (he assumed the guy was Spanish, due to the tan and dark hair) spread his long, smooth toes for the blue towel sent a spasm of carnal desire straight to Mike's excitable dick. The guy suddenly looked up, but Mike was already bare-footing his way over towards the showers, towel in hand.
The hot shower felt so good after the hard, hot 90 minutes in the gym. He had arrived on the island yesterday to review the hotel for a travel brochure, and so had to make the most of his trip and gather plenty material for the article. He took a large glug of the clear, sweet-smelling shower gel in the palm of his hand and soaped himself from head to toe. Thoughts of the Swedish receptionist swirled in his mind. He remembered thinking how toned, tanned and firm she looked as she stood speaking to him in that tight, white t-shirt that accentuated the curves of her pert young tits. He had looked back over his shoulder on his way to the male locker room and, to his delight, was able to see that she was wearing blue flip flops on her beautiful naked Swedish feet. He stroked his soapy, rock-hard dick as the hot water lashed down over him, imagining those succulent, sweet, Swedish toes of hers crammed into his mouth, her other foot eagerly wanking him, her toes adeptly splayed to accommodate the girth of his cock, feeling his warm pre-cum lubricating her delicious toe cleavage as she foot-fucked him. He imagined the orgasm he would have, his sperm erupting from his cock, coating those beautiful toes of hers, showing his utter adoration of her glorious bare feet with spurt after spurt of his hot cum.
The sound of the locker room door opening and closing interrupted him just as he was about to climax. He glanced out from behind the shower curtain and noted the tanned guy had left, but another man was now undressing.
Mike's reverie had been interrupted, so he decided to keep his orgasm for later. He rinsed himself off, pulling back his foreskin as far as it would go and washing away the soap around his swollen cock head. He turned off the shower and reached for the towel that the Swedish girl had given him, which hung on the wall opposite the shower. He wrapped the towel around his waist, quickly checking to make sure that his erection had subsided sufficiently and that there wasn't an obvious, residual hard-on threatening to burst through the towel.
He stepped out onto the blue non-slip mat just in time for the other guy to nod in his direction before getting into the shower. Thankful at not getting caught by this guy a few moments earlier, cock in hand, masturbating, he quickly exited the locker room through the door on the left marked 'sauna'.
The main area was bright, humid and had an atmosphere of deep relaxation. There were sun loungers on his side of the room and also across from him, outside the door from the ladies locker room. Relaxing pan-pipe music was playing softly from hidden speakers and at the top of three tiled steps in the lower right corner of the room there was a bubbling, whirling hottub occupied by a flushed-looking guy and girl. To his left, he saw more showers in a recessed, mood-lit part of the room and, further up, two wood and glass rooms which were the saunas themselves. He noted the sauna on the right had a female sign, the other had both a male and female symbol to the left of its heavy glass door. Two men quietly chatted on sun loungers in an alcove to his left, nodding to Mike as he entered the room.
As Mike lowered himself down onto one of the sun loungers, the hottub couple stood up in the swirling, bubbling water and climbed out, giggling at some private joke. He hadn't been able to see it a moment ago due to the fact that they were sitting down, but both the guy and the girl were completely naked. The girl led the way down the few short steps from the hottub. The warm midday sunshine which streamed in through the tinted windows at the far right of the room made the girl's shaved pussy glisten, wet and hot from the jacuzzi. Her boyfriend followed her closely, water still dripping from the tip of his uncut cock while she looked back at him, smiling and giggling. They wrapped large beach towels around themselves then reclined on a couple of sun loungers near the ladies sauna.
Mike had been in hotels abroad before with places like this, but this was the first time he had ever experienced an environment where men and women could freely be naked together like this. It was such a turn-on, this level of indecency, if that's what it was, and just as Mike was about to de-towel and strut naked into the mixed nude sauna, a woman exited the ladies sauna, towel in hand, and began to walk towards the sun lounger directly opposite him.
She must have been 27 or 28, Mike thought to himself, and she was utterly stunning. She was in the region of 5ft 10" and had long, dirty blonde hair which was tied back, exposing her soft neck and shoulders. Her nipples were hard from the change in temperature between the sauna and the main area, and she smiled over at Mike as she walked towards her sun lounger. His eyes lingered over her breasts, moving south towards that divine little landing strip of blonde bush which she wore so well, perfectly trimmed to a fine point, in line with her clit which, Mike imagined, must have been red hot after her time in the sauna. His eyes slid down those perfect long legs of hers and his heart thudded within his chest.
She had the most gorgeous feet; a size six, maybe a seven, with strong, defined toes which she had painted a glorious electric blue. He watched as those toes moved and spread on the floor as she walked, the firm, smooth balls of her feet making a deliciously naked slapping sound against the stone floor with every step she took. She sat down on the lounger directly opposite Mike and, smiling over at him, swung her legs around so that the soles of her bare feet were now facing him.
Mike drank in every detail of the sight of those breathtakingly beautiful bare soles of hers. She had glorious, high arches and smooth-as-silk wrinkled soles. Her heels and ankles looked strong and fit; the sweet pinkness of her skin glistened either side along the length of each foot, from the base of her toes right up to the tips of her heels, in perfect alignment with the curves of her fine ankles.
She lay back on the sun lounger, her right arm up by her head, as Mike continued to study her bare feet. He suddenly realised he had one hand under the towel around his waist and he was stroking himself. He glanced left and right but no-one was paying any heed; the two guys were still quietly chatting in the alcove and the young naked couple looked as if they were asleep on their sun loungers. Mike continued to masturbate, his eyes locked on the girl's bare feet. He wondered if she had ever had those toes of hers sucked before. Did she watch, open mouthed and sighing as her boyfriend fucked her succulent toe cleavage with his tongue, his hand tightly wrapped around her ankle, all five toes deep within his mouth at once. Did he make her gasp by tickling those wrinkled bare soles with the tip of his hard cock before stretching her toes apart and forcing the head of his prick between them, lubricating between her sweet toes with his saliva and pre-cum. He wondered if her boyfriend insisted on continuing to suck her toes while he fucked her, withdrawing his swollen cock at the crucial moment and unloading jet after jet of hot, white cum all over those toes and soles.
Mike had opened his towel and was now fully jerking himself off to the girl's feet. His own bare feet were in his line of vision and he imagined playing footsie with this blonde stranger, their toes interlocking with each other, the sensation of her beautifully smooth soles against his hairy leg. He imagined she suddenly slid closer to him, her feet now either side of his head as he reclined, her hand around his cock, slowly wanking him off. He pictured turning his head and allowing the ball of her left foot to occupy his mouth while the toes of her right foot grabbed at his nose and cheek. Would she slap his face with those delectable feet as she firmly stroked his hard dick, he wondered. Would she clasp his eager cock between those naked soles, lean forward and suck his cock until it erupted sperm into her mouth?
