Don't like any references to male only saunas? Then I suggest reading another story, regardless of how hot this first time bathhouse woman was.
After two encounters, anticipation of a third ensured my interest. Seeing she was no longer in the bar/smoking/public section on one of my circuits between hanging out in the small lounge section or steam bath, I started to wonder where she might be, checking various spaces. The sling room, with no place to put anything down or even a stool, remained completely empty. The number of visitors today had distinctly increased, no longer running into the same people as before.
Finally, I checked the video room, filled to overflowing, the reason obvious. Looking at her already being touched by two men provided all the necessary reason to keep watching to see what happened in front of an already large audience.
Standing near the entrance provided an excellent view, as did sitting down on my towel on the bench along the back of the glory hole cabins. Cabins where you could look through small windows if you stepped on the bench.
Glory holes as unused as the sling, at least today, though the joined cabin idea had been intriguing, until later noticing the windows. A good glory hole works due to anonymity, not exhibitionism, at least in my opinion. Not that a glory hole is truly anonymous, but looking through the hole is not only a wonderfully sleazy voyeuristic thrill, it shows interest to a stranger there to have sex with anyone on the other side.
Watching how she was being pleasured on her back like before in the dry sauna, with easily 9 men inside the room looking at her available body, one man fingering her clit and another playing with her breasts. Obviously her reluctance to have her tits played with had disappeared, reacting the same as before in the showers. The light level in this room was higher, nipples distinctly darker and more crinkled than before, reflecting how turned on she must be, surrounded by horny men. Most still wrapped in towels, oddly enough.
Noticing how she had used the two mats from the narrow benches to make a place to lay on her towel, an exceedingly clever idea in my opinion. One making her comfortable while also using the space to advantage for what she wanted. There was an older man sitting in a chair near the hallway wall, with an opening to the hallway cut off by a bamboo blind, framed on each side with a string of red LEDs. He had also been there watching in the shower and accompanying her both times when ordering. I had no real idea of his relation to her, though there did seem to be one.
Looking at the porn, it was a MMF segment not seen before, featuring the same female/male couple as beforehand, with a different third man involved. However, the porn was merely a detail compared to my real interest, that being a truly sexy undressed woman thoroughly willing to get off with strangers, in true bathhouse fashion. A woman whose shared cunt I had already touched, one currently displayed to an audience of strangers, undoubtedly available.
As I had told a bi friend years ago regarding a bathhouse, the first requirement to having group sex involves having a group. The woman today was not an exhibitionist exactly, considering how she had covered herself earlier when ordering. On the other hand, as she kept getting pleasured in session after session, she clearly became unconcerned about who could see her, such as remaining naked while eating. Now, her expression, the way her nipples looked, and the way her legs were fully spread all showed how totally turned on she was.
She was the sexiest slut I had ever encountered, beyond even fantasies of getting involved with a swinger. Having already played with her pussy in the last round, when a space appeared next to her as the first two men left for whatever reason, I took it, not even bringing my towel in the eagerness to be first. The desire to feel up her gorgeously tempting tits was primary, yet what followed was much more comprehensive than whatever imagined previously. Being so positioned meant that I could see her face the entire time.
Two younger men, seeming to know each other, sat down, one to the opposite side, the other between her legs. Rising to kneel, she offered her held right breast towards the man between her knees, actually needing to tell him where she wanted his mouth. Openly seeing a now utterly shameless woman like this was incredible, one lacking any inhibitions concerning what she wanted to be done or who saw. Words were not required for him to start sucking her other tit when offered in turn, providing an amazing view of her wet hardened nipple.
The second man joined in after her offering the left breast to him when the first man returned to the right one, without needing to ask. No one was speaking, making the sounds of her nipples being sucked and her contented sighs easy to hear. When the first man leaned away, the second man moved his mouth to her beautiful already sucked breast.
Seeing a woman having two strangers kiss her tits while she held them was erotic, especially the way her face revealed how horny this made her. Guiding another stranger's hand to her slit, much like in the shower, caused her to just sink deeper into the sensations created by two mouths. When she lay back, I began to caress and stroke her arm and hand, pleasantly surprised at how well we meshed palms and fingers as the other two men began playing too. Though I did not know her particular tastes, her skill was undeniable, while seeming to appreciate mine.
They spoke in another language among themselves, leading to one man taking out a bottle of baby oil from her plastic bag. Joining in easily after the oil had been poured, looking at both younger men, whose erect cocks she held, just like before in the sauna. The man across from me started spreading oil over her torso. The day's weather had been extraordinarily nice, and for whatever reason, the oil from the bottle was not cool to the touch. All three of us participated with her encouragement, using hands to spread the oil over her soon glistening naked body.
I did wait for the man across from me to begin to touch one of her tits, to absolutely make sure she did not mind. Hesitant or timid would not be the right way to describe my attitude, simply concerned about first ensuring she wanted whatever I might do. A not simple task in its way, having never met her, though by no means was I the only one to make the occasional mistake. Besides, I already knew from my left handed touching and what she said to other men then, she had no problem indicating what she liked strangers to do with her.
