My wife prefers visiting the sauna in the winter, while I prefer a nude lake in the summer, not that either experience overlaps that often. It was a bit of a compromise to go in late April, though the almost unbelievably wonderfully warm spring weather had already turned a bit cool and somewhat cloudy. My wife hasn't shaved her body anywhere since last winter, an extremely sexy state in my eyes, one she finds fairly simple to satisfy. Fashions have changed over the years, though at least at a 'normal' mixed sauna, shaving is neither common nor rare - at least in this region, which remains a bit traditional. And not during summer, completely understandably.
However, including my wife, the number of unshaved women no longer seems to be dropping, and the number of shaved pussies actually seems to be declining, though admittedly, this could be different in a month's time, when the true outdoor swimming season starts. The number of women with visible hair on the sides of their bathing suit crotch remains vanishingly small - which is OK, since it really turns me on to see. And there is never a reason my wife shouldn't get me hot - she doesn't care about shaving, seeing it mainly as a chore.
Still. getting turned on at a public place is a bit problematic in my eyes, including a family sauna. Not that naked adults aren't prohibited from enjoying intimacy without crossing the line into sex - a line which can be quite different in my eyes, distinct from those of my European wife.
Admittedly, even the idea of a mixed sauna (or mixed naked swimming nights several times a week at a public pool) remains a bit unusual in my eyes, making separating the basically non-sexual aspects of shared nudity from the occasions where sex is involved, as it will be among naked adults, a bit difficult.
This is much less a problem at the nudist lake I regularly visit, mainly because the number of adults is much smaller, leading to a lower likelihood of people simply going further than they may have originally intended. And the number of exhibitionists is not really that large - and they too generally recognize certain boundaries - and if not, they are politely asked to stop, as at a public sauna.
Though I assume a bit more tolerantly - no one is doing it as a part of their job description; though this situation has never arose in my dozen years visiting. Generally, nudists may not have a problem with sex, but the feeling that it has its place and rules is possibly even stronger than among the people who always wear clothing in anything they consider to be a public space.
But a public sauna in a city tends to attract a broader range of visitors than a small wooded lake in the country. A fact made plain as my wife and I entered the fairly public space beyond the entrance turnstile, intended for undressing and showering. Though not the first time we have visited here, she made a point about mentioning mentioned that it was expected to get naked and shower first. My reply was sarcastic, not being the first time I had ever heard that with her, if less sarcastic than in the past, considering how truly comfortable I have become in sauna settings.
She turned to face me, removed the straps of her wet bathing suit from her shoulders, making me turn to appreciate her crinkle nippled naked breasts as she pulled down the material, watching her hairy pussy quickly become visible. She stepped out of it, then handed it to me to hang on the wall where a few other bathing suits already hung.
My attitude, a simple acknowledgment of her being naked in public, was somewhat superficial. I had already started watching another nude woman a bit further on within the tiled complex, diagonally across from the entrance, in the space next to another sauna, along the corridor to the outdoor section.
By any reasonable measure, this entire area was a public space, though my wife and I were not really obviously so, alone as we were in an area intended for taking off clothes and showering. Yet the woman with her straight long hair and delightfully small and perky tits using a brush seemed completely unconcerned if anyone was watching. This became clearer as my attention focussed during a second, longer glance, she now having turned, her hands running over her hair, back arched.
Her appearance and motions were now distracting me from my naked wife showering, something that didn't concern my wife in the least. The shower space is designed to provide a bit of privacy (or at least keep the spray off passersby), so she wasn't really able to see me as I kept talking a bit, her back to me, delaying taking off my shorts to keep watching, no longer glancing but now greedily looking. Women are much sexier than men in general, and some women are very sexy, even when easily 3 or 4 yards away.
The recognition of just how truly sexy this woman was, in that intensely compact way some smaller women have, was in good part fueled by the knowledge that she must know just how public she was being - and didn't care, at the very least. Concentrating on her, it remained hard to tell whether she was 20 or 40, though the older range was my preference - in that case, innocence was not really an explanation, nor the slightest impediment to my enjoyment.
Still brushing her very lush and somewhat drier hair, I took off my bathing suit, hanging it on the hook next to my wife's one-piece, hanging by a strap. The delightful sensations centered at my cock were increasing, as it began to swell, stray currents of air adding their own sensations, making me reach down, discretely, to move things around, after having been pressed together by the wet fabric of my suit.
Hearing the click of the shampoo bottle, I turned to see my wife soaping her hair, providing a further opportunity to continue enjoying the sight of a naked, almost undoubtedly horny woman enjoying herself in a public space. This became a more reasonable thought as she turned, then bent down, her hair almost reaching the floor as she brushed it. Some people are simply not shy, and in her case, combined with her sexiness, this had already become a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend an afternoon with my naked wife.
Since I hadn't yet taken off my glasses to shower, the sight of her small and firm tits, only slightly rounded but very pointed, displayed in several different positions, emphasized the many sexy attractions of small breasts. She had already turned a couple of ways, truly enjoyable from my vantage point, bending at the waist and letting her long and thick hair fall straight as she brushed it again. When she turned her back, her nicely spread hips and fairly small ass were displayed, a pleasure to see as I squeezed my cock for just a second, my little finger sliding over my hairy balls. Bending down a third time, after a quarter turn, still combing her hair, though on the other side of her head, providing yet another silhouette, I couldn't help but see her pussy, with fairly spread labia. The view made obvious that she was definitely enjoying what she was doing, as was I, whether she knew it or not.
After a delightful interval of naked voyeur pleasure, though without her moving into another such explicit position to see if her pussy was as turned on as it had seemed before, I entered the shower, now paying pleasantly enhanced attention to my sexy, mid-40s wife, letting her see how turned on I was, without being rude in a public place.
A state that didn't stop increasing while watching her rinse her hair - she wasn't showing off particularly as she raised her arms to twist the water from her hair, armpits with darkened wet hair, in very public view. Not that it mattered considering its effect on me. Especially knowing that she would soon be shaving for the warmer part of the year, making this the last time to enjoy this particular sight for months, until the weather turned colder.
We finished showering and soaping - including cleaning each other's backs, of course, with just a bit of soapy attention being paid to other areas with hair. Leaving the shower, we briefly dried off, and walked over to the steam bath, neither of us using a towel to wrap ourselves, towels and robes being a poor idea in a steamroom.
The damp space inside was empty - if quite hot - but the glass door wasn't fogged in the least, and the light level wasn't really intimate. This dashed the chance to enjoy a repetition of one of my enduring memories from our last visit to this steambath.
At that time, sitting across from me, near the entrance to the almost completely curved space (the steam and heat essentially emanate from a central column in the middle of the torus like space), my wife settled in across from me, somewhat close so that even without my glasses, she was fully visible. She then put her feet on the bench, followed by sliding down a bit while spreading her legs. She also put her hands behind her neck, arching her back just a bit, showing off both her sexy breasts and tufts of dark hair, between her legs and under her arms. It was a primal pose, getting an equally primal response in turn.
Back then, two winters ago, I couldn't stop from getting half hard looking at her tantalizingly close pussy, staring right at her, unable to stop. She saw this and grinned, recognizing what she was doing to me again, putting her hands down under her thighs, then spreading her pussy lips open, letting me see where I have so delightfully fucked her over decades, a recognition prompting a chain of wonderfully tempting fantasies about doing the same again, right now, even as my hand reached my cock. The first time I ever enjoyed a jolt of true sexual connection in a steam room was with my wife, but a public sauna is not the same as a male only bathhouse.