I'm sitting on the sofa, daydreaming while petting the dog. And, in the way my mind works, a memory suddenly appears. It occurred in the last century, in the early 80s:
It all started with a simple comment during a conversation.
My wife and I had invited a couple over for supper and a casual evening of talk, TV, a movie, or whatever. Jack and Jill were close friends and we hung around together often.
After we finished eating, we cleaned up. Our friendship was strong and close enough that we would do the dishes together right after the meal instead of waiting until they were gone, a custom observed at either of our houses. We all even knew the proper cupboards to put the dishes away and which drawers to use when putting away the silverware. They weren't just company, they were very close to being family.
We adjourned to the living room to sit and talk. Jack and I each had a beer, while Jill and my wife Ann opted for wine. As we were talking, Jack made a simple comment, "I heard that a guy built a sauna in the basement of his business on top of a hill near Sauk City."
I replied, "Yeah, I've heard that too."
Jack then said, "I also heard that it's clothing optional."
"Hmmm," I replied. "That's interesting. This is a rural area and Sauk Prairie is a farming community. What's the gossip mill saying?"
"Well, as expected," Jack related. "The church people are obviously upset, but he isn't breaking any Federal, State, County, Township, or Zoning laws. So there's not much the holy rollers and prudes can do except express their righteous indignation.
"You know, Marty, you have a Scandinavian last name. Do you want to go and check it out some day?"
"It sounds very interesting to me," I said. "My Grandmother talked about using the sauna at least once a week before she came to America. The other half of my heritage is from northern Germany. My Great Grandfather talked about using a sauna when he was a kid."
My wife was giving me the 'Are you kidding me?' look. I returned her look with a 'Why not? It sounds like fun' look of my own.
I looked over at Jill to gauge her feelings on the matter. Her eyes were dancing with joyous anticipation. They complimented the Mona Lisa smile on her face.
A few words about Jill. She constantly flirts with me. Serious flirting. Very sexual flirting. Constant innuendo. If I go over to their house alone, and Jack isn't there, Jill will come into the room wearing just a bath towel. The towel will 'accidentally' come loose and fall to the floor. She will say 'oops' in a tone of voice that indicates that it was not accidental. She then slowly picks it up and puts it back on. She then smirks at the bulge in my jeans.
If Jack is home, she will wear a robe and flash me her nude body every chance she can get. So spending time with her in the sauna is a win-win situation for her. Not only will she be completely nude, I will be totally nude with her.
But she is only flirting. If I would call her on it by actually trying to have sex with her, it would damage our friendship. It will probably happen someday, but on her terms. I can't rush it.
Getting back to the sauna question, I said, "Let's do it!"
Jack countered with, "With or without swimming suits?"
I returned with, "My ancestors would roll over in their graves if I were to enter a sauna wearing anything more than a smile."
Jack said, "Well, it looks like we have two yes, without clothing, votes when I include mine."
I turn my head to Ann with a questioning look. "Are you in?" I ask.
She blushes and looks down at the floor. Quietly she said, "I just looked over at Jill and it's easy to tell that she loves the idea. It's three against one, so I guess I'm in."
I turned fully toward her and said, "While it's true that we usually use a majority vote to decide where we go and what we do, this is definitely a horse of a different color. I think that this should definitely be determined by a unanimous vote."
I look over to Jack and Jill. They both indicate their agreement.
I turn back to my wife and add, "None of us will hold it against you if you say no. If you really don't want to do this just say so. We will not force you into doing anything that you cannot bring yourself to do."
She is quiet for a while. I almost say something, but she then said, "I am uncomfortable about doing it. I know that I will be embarrassed. But there is something in the back of my head that's telling me to go for it. I am finding it oddly compelling. As long as everyone promises not to laugh when they see me naked."
Ann was what's commonly referred to as voluptuous, maybe sometimes full figured. Not fat, but a few extra pounds. Just enough to endow her with big boobs and curvy hips and thighs. But in the era of what Twiggy had started, she feels that she doesn't quite measure up. I kept telling her that I loved her just the way she is, but she hung on to her slight feeling of inadequacy. Thus her fear of being laughed at when nude.
Jack said, "No one's going to laugh at you, Ann. We'll be too busy drooling at your big boobs. We're free next Tuesday night. How does that work for you guys?"
I look at Ann and she asked, "So soon?" I nod my head. "Okay," she decided, "we're free. Next Tuesday night it is."
I look over at Jill. She has a set of small, perky tits. The events related in this story occurred more years ago than I care to admit. It was before a woman going out in public without a bra was commonplace.
Jill is a free spirit and this night she was braless and was wearing a very tight t-shirt. I could definitely see that she was very excited about going to the sauna. Her nipples were all but poking holes through the material covering them.
Jill's figure, while not boyish, is more petite. Small boobs as I said, perky butt, and while not hourglass, she has enough curves to obviously not be a boy. I guess she would be considered to have an athletic build, but definitely female.
Jill also has a habit of jiggling her leg when she's nervous or excited. The wine in her glass was coming very close to spilling out of the top because her leg was shaking so much. She saw where I was looking, glanced down, and made a conscious effort to stop the shakes.