2 comments/ 17338 views/ 1 favorites Enjoying Spring's Almost Arrival By: glory_first The weather was gray and verging on cold, prompting her to suggest visiting the sauna before spring actually arrived. Not that spring's presence wasn't being felt, as life began its annual bursting out, brimming with enthusiasm. We chose to visit the newest pool/sauna complex in our region. With the recent outdoors expansion, the outdoors sauna areas can be divided into the traditionally new style section, and the new traditional style section. Connected by an almost hidden path, using rough concrete. Though getting to it is less than inviting, the new section is nicely rustic, particularly the rough hewn Karelian sauna house. We entered the warmed entrance area, a sort of enclosed porch, in a very Nordic sense, taking off our towels before going into the dry heat. We saw only a couple of men, and one male/female pair. My wife chose an empty corner, striding quickly to the second bench row, putting her towel down. The floor was uncomfortably hot underneath my fairly spoiled feet. The stone blocks were smooth, otherwise enjoyable to walk on after the roughness outside. My wife stretched out a level above me, as I settled onto the lowest level bench, our heads close. Her breasts were nicely displayed, her nipples only slightly rounded in the dry air. Her legs were up, slightly spread, providing a perfect view of her dark curled pussy fur. 'Do you like looking?' she asked. 'Of course .. your sexy bush always makes me hot.' Which prompted a small sound of amusement before I heard her say 'We're in a sauna - of course it's hot.' After a bit, turning her head to look at me, she added 'I think its time to change position.' She stood, moved her towel a bit, then reached over me for one of the wooden headrests, her glistening tits swaying above me, my eyes entranced. She shifted position to be able to let her fingers hook the headrest, putting a foot down and rising a bit, moving her pussy near my head. Innocently, of course - and it may well have been, as my wife rarely thinks that way. Though, considering our previous hushed conversation, the treat could well have been intentional. She tolerates my visual interests, in part because she does not understand the attraction of nudity, while understanding it is not just a personal quirk. Not that she would easily admit that what attracts her is not nudity, but sex. According to an old housemate from my wife's university days, she would always watch the porn with intense interest when it played on the VCR, but all other times would deny its appeal, at least for herself. Finishing the effort involved in setting the headrest in the corner, repositioning her towel to cover the blond wood, she laid down, now stretching out in the other direction. She put a foot down on my towel, giving me a wonderful view between her half spread legs. The other men in the sauna, whose view were not as close as mine, didn't seem to react to my wife's repositioning, at least when I initially scanned the benches. The person who seemed to notice first was the woman in the opposite corner. She had been sitting with her legs up, facing her male compatriot, but a moment after my wife finished with settling down, she moved, legs now crossed, hands resting on her knees. She was essentially unshaved between her legs, something now apparent, along with her slightly opened labia. Not wanting to stare, I returned my eyes to my wife's pussy, starting to add a note of wonderfully enticing scent to the air. Her head was turned to the couple, casually of course. Just as she casually moved her hand to her inner thigh while casually opening her legs, her foot now on my thigh. The other woman's compatriot was also sitting cross legged, and after slowly scanning the space again, it was obvious that all of the single men had moved their heads, indulging themselves in a view of a naked woman in the sauna. This is not exactly a secret of why people enjoy being naked with others, though no one was exceeding good taste while indulging themselves. I was unconcerned, as looking at both my wife or the other couple was fully within bounds. The fact that my wife's pussy was closer remained a major factor in anchoring my attention on her, something she seemed to know, as her other hand casually wended its way between her legs. That other people could see was not really a consideration, it seemed. Just making me hornier, as my cock began to stir. Something I don't precisely appreciate in a public place, and not simply due to a an outdated sense of propriety. Unlike women, men can be easily identified as turned on, something that is not exactly appropriate in a public setting. When her toes moved along my thigh, just brushing my cock, I asked her to stop, please. The view and her natural perfume, especially knowing my appreciation was perfectly acceptable, both in private and publicly, had already brought me to a certain edge. Of course, my wife knows this, and teases me about it. In several ways. However, she also tends to make sauna visits less embarrassing, as she has no problems getting my off before we visit. As had been the case today, as she got me off just a few hours before our arrival. The heat was beginning to get to me. Several people had already left, and when the couple rose to leave, I suggested we do the same. We were both sweat soaked, meaning that our next stop would be the outdoor showers, on the other side of new area. A stainless steel pool is centered, in a sense, as part of this new section, with the outdoors showers forming one side, and the sauna building forming the other. The pool is not exactly large, having a bench along the side where the steps with a railing were, and a couple of water jets on the opposite wall, but it fits a fair number of people without feeling crowded. After showering and hanging our towels, we entered the pool. Two couples were already in it, the one against the opposite side being the couple from the sauna, the other at the steps. Carefully walking down the steps, our view including the couple sitting crosslegged. There was no question the man was looking right at her shaved spread pussy. Other people in the pool could not see her so completely, though with a bit of thought, it was clear what their position meant in terms of shared intimacy. And their unconcern about anyone seeing it. She was in her early 20s, and quite heavy, in an extremely sexy way. She was leaned back against the support provided by the steps, her largish breasts laying against her chest, nipples prominent. Her arms were underwater. Her partner had his hands on his knees, his arms providing a bit of an additional screen for anybody but the woman across from him seeing his cock - or the horny state it was likely in. A mixed sauna often has this element with couples, something I understand. Something my wife is generally amused and quite unconcerned about. Providing me with numerous opportunities to indulge looking at her naked body, with a certain amount of accompanying lust, which needs to be kept adequately in check. The other couple, that had been in the sauna with of us, were sunk to their shoulders, side by side. We sat at the corner, at a diagonal, our legs stretched out, mine floating under hers. Though she has recently shaved under her arms, her legs remain soft and furry. Drifting in and out of contact, her hair was delightful to feel as we let the water support ourselves, bodies shifting just slightly, skin touching and separating. Her nipples were darkly crinkled, her wavy bush sexy seen through the clear water. We would sometimes glance over at the other couple. They were now face to face, seemingly floating in the currents, only their heads above water. There was little to be seen, and only a minimum of quiet conversation to be heard. The opposite couple then moved apart, standing up in the not quite chest high water, walking to the stairs. The couple at the steps separated a bit, and followed them out, grabbing towels and bathrobes before going to the sauna house. It was my wife that brought up the question about what had been going on between the sunken couple, in an amused tone. My reply was that I really didn't know, and that this was not a subject to be explored here. 'But it is private - there is only the guy at the showers. He can't hear.' 'He could conceivably see - a bit embarrassing.' That is when I began to talk a bit about privacy, and a woman's advantage. I told her about our last visit here, sitting in the other outdoor pool, steam drifting, and the two women I'd seen. The first, possibly in her earlier 20s, had entered, somewhat nearby in the shallow laying section. She had longish wet brown hair, with nice nipples topping her nicely sized breasts. After a minute or so, she moved to a 3 yard distant stone column, topped with a water fountain. For the next several minutes, she simply appeared to enjoy twisting her naked body in the current, changing from sitting to laying to kneeling. The pool was essentially empty, as was the entire outdoor section. Another woman entered the pool, stretching herself pretty much in the same place as the first woman, though raised on her elbows, her breasts above the water, black hair still dry. She appeared to be in her mid-30s, an age I consider to be exceedingly attractive. A couple of people walked by and entered the sauna, at which point the first woman left. The second woman, seeing no one else around, moved through the water to the same place the other woman had been. She discretely positioned herself carefully on top of the pulsing water column, legs splayed, where she remained, barely moving, for several minutes. Since her head was facing out, positioned to see if anyone appeared, it was not really possible to see her expression, even if it was easy to speculate. As a few people began walking by to go to the adjoining 'sweat house,' the woman moved off the stone column. In both cases, a certain privacy had been necessary for them to enjoy the flowing water, but I also pointed out that no one could easily tell if they aroused by it. Which, in this case, was likely only one of the two women anyways. Talking like this in public is quite rare, at least with my wife. Normally, she tends to drop the subject, but at this point, she seemed at least a bit intrigued, especially as the pool was empty, and the jets had started. The man was finished drying off at the showers, and the other couple was easily five yards away, backs to us, walking away slowly. By now, the pumps that drive the pool's waterjets began to rumble. Moving to the opposite wall, I went from one side to the other, discovering only two nozzles, separated by a couple of yards. Each producing a decent amount of bubbles, without being excessive. It was not difficult to convince her to come to the now active jets, knowing she likes pulsing water just about as much as her toy. I pointed out that I had no plans to use a nozzle myself, nor would I interfere in any sense with whatever she decided to do with her own personal pulsing water jet. I agreed with her that men with their penises against a nozzle was 'ooky,' since unlike the two women from the last visit, men tend to be fairly blatant about what is going on. There is always a certain tension in a public mixed sauna between the sensual and sexual, but now that we seemingly had the pool to ourselves, the opportunity to do something she was obviously curious about presented itself. She had already put her hand out to feel the jet, then grinned just a bit, before fixing her expression. She tends to be a bit embarrassed by her own desires, seeing them as somehow very private. 'Just try it' I encouraged, looking around, seeing no one nearby, adding 'it's completely empty. And you are already naked anyways.' Flowing water is a sensual pleasure, that can easily become sexual. An effect that took about 15 seconds after she placed herself in front of the current. Putting her hands on the rounded metal wall, she angled her hips while settling down a bit as her spread legs went flush against the smooth stainless steel. Her breasts were hanging, and her nipples were at the waterline, erect, the waves lapping them teasingly, covering and exposing. Her initial expression of mild curiousity at how the jet felt against her pussy was quickly replaced by a very horny one as she let out a low grunt. Clearly, the jet's magic made her expression turn so dreamy, her eyelids fluttering as she said 'oh .. ooh.' I said, very lightly, 'Do you like that? Out here?' She just grunted again, her clit clearly centered in the nozzle's stream. She began to move just a bit, her teeth clenching, hands tightening, and it took very little time for her to have her first public orgasm, at least by one meaning of the term public. Watching her had made me erect, but I did nothing about it, simply staying close to the wall to conceal my state. I saw her get off again, with a low moan passing her lips, her eyes tightly closed, and knew that she had just added another style of cumming to her fairly small list of irresistible pleasures. Of course, she didn't stop, naked and orgasming in a public space, reduced to an essentially slutty hotness, something she generally denies she has. Until it appears, like now. An extended moment of pure animal satisfaction, wanting nothing but to have her pussy pleasured in the current, uncaring that she was in a public pool. She had already cum at least 5 times, each time obvious through her motions and expression. I love watching a woman cum, a pleasure my wife often provides. By this point, she took a minor pause, looking around. The other couple was returning, though easily 10 yards away. 'You can do it again, you know' I said. Since it was already something she wanted, it took no more encouragement for her to get off one more time. Which meant one more time of getting off in a series, her motions becoming even more obvious. She began to rise up and down a bit, angling her hips, and moving rhythmically against the wall, creating a pattern of waves. As the other couple approached, I saw the woman looking at my wife. Her expression was not readable, but it seemed as she could at least imagine what had been going on. Following her 3rd orgasm, my wife turned a bit furtive, thinking that she had just revealed some incredibly dark secret, moving away form the water stream's entrancing power. 'You know, I doubt that a couple minds what you were doing,' I said, 'especially considering how nice it is to cum that way. Well, as a woman - men cumming would just be unpleasant.' 'Don't talk,' was her only response, becoming embarrassed at what she had allowed herself to do. As long as she does not have to admit something, it didn't happen is her general perspective. But I noticed how she edged herself in front of the nozzle again, just before the rumble of the pumps died. At which point, she abruptly stated 'Let's go.' Leaving, it was clear she had not precisely recovered from getting off so good, her steps uneven and legs wobbly. Her expression was equally betraying, the relaxed appearance of a satisfied woman, pussy lips still visibly swelled. A sight that was also apparently noticed by the woman, who had the same view that I did, as she walked by behind us, to hang up her towel. My wife had turned at the top of the steps, waiting for me to rise out of the water, I glanced around, and saw a faint smile on the younger woman's face, while her partner kept his glance firmly to the side. My cock had settled enough that leaving the water would not be embarrassing, and my wife seemed quite impatient, as if leaving would remove any evidence of how she had just repeatedly cum in public. Enjoying Spring's Almost Arrival Ch. 02 Expression revealing just how powerfully her now perfectly positioned pussy was enjoying the pulsing water jet, becoming mindless as her fully captivated body surrendered itself. This was not the first time my wife had cum here, holding on to the stainless steel edge of the pool, face reflecting her helpless state. No longer able to care that it was public place, where anybody could see her masturbating. In part because her enjoyment was quite discrete, with little to see but her back, and the bubbling stream going through her legs. Though in notably larger part simply by being too horny to care about anything but how good cumming felt, overwhelmed by waves of pure lust. For at least the second time as I watched, legs slightly spread along the smooth metal side. She'd taken a short pause between the first session and second at the pool's side, thoroughly seduced by the jet's accessible pleasure. Her body rode the peaks of orgasm several times as I stared, cock swelling, leg and thigh compacted, hard nipple easily seen in the clear water. With her eyes tightly shut, utterly entranced in the streaming water, much more comfortable this time indulging herself. She was not quite pressing her cunt against the opening, but kept bobbing, using her curled legs and arms to move in the currents creating such intense pleasure between her naked legs. Exposed to anyone with even a hint of awareness of one of the more common ways women masturbate. Unlike during our first visit to the no longer so new part of the sauna complex, this time my cock was also enjoying its own personal stream of water. Taking a further step into the sort of public pleasure that my wife tends to decry, except when it concerns herself. She is thoroughly addicted to things like vibrators and water jets, which we both play with regularly, in private. Unlike now, both of us succumbing to the simple pleasure of a directed water stream in a public pool. Though unlike my utterly unaware wife, I kept paying some attention to our surroundings. Knowing that cumming outdoors like she did was undesirable for myself in a non-natural setting. Not that such considered awareness kept my hand from reaching down to my cock, moving it in the enticing current, getting swept along the same pulsing stream of sensation. Losing concerns about being so publicly horny, much as my wife had several minutes ago. We visit public mixed saunas several times a year, mainly rotating among three local ones, with the occasional longer distance diversion. However, her unstated preference is for the newest one in the city, especially its recent addition of a Finnish pine blockhouse sauna, with an accompanying divided stainless steel pool. On the warm side only, though the much smaller cold water basin has its own use in terms of helping a potential male erection subside quickly - or making erect female nipples appear in seconds. After the Finnish addition was completed 18 months ago or so, our first visit included enjoying the small cafe, eating paninis and drinking Russian porter beer, her loosely wrapped towel exposing one breast or the other as we ate and drank. On our next visit, I discovered how nice the jets in the stainless steel basin felt, introducing her to experience it for herself when no one was near. Knowing from long experience that as soon as she allowed herself to feel the sensations, she would be helpless. As delightfully turned out to be the case, with her ending up humping the jet in public, cumming repeatedly with the pulsing current between her legs. Breasts pressed against the side, feet moving her body up and down as she ground her skin against the warm smooth metal. During a following visit, the jets were not working. Which considering how many couples were in the pool every time we were, kept potential frustration low. Especially on my wife's part, as she loathes admitting just how slutty she can get, particularly when she does not have to undress at all. The warm pool is large enough for several couples to share it without getting too close, offering just enough of a hint of privacy for them to be more than occasionally affectionate. This is always part of the background tension of anywhere naked adults can be together, though it is easily enough handled through a basic sense of decorum - including overlooking (or paying far too much attention too) those people who stray beyond the boundaries. Both times we entered the pool after stretching out in the Finnish sauna, several couples were kissing - along the wall with its non-functioning jets, in the corners, and on the bench against the wall on the side where the steps were. We went to the middle of the wall opposite the cold basin, my eyes remaining more or less focused on my naked wife's body. Which did not help in keeping my cock from being on the all too tempting verge of getting harder. Another couple entered, both of them in their 30s, a woman with flat nipples on largish breasts and and wide hips, walking down the steps just a couple of yards away, in front of the man. I'd noticed them putting their towels and bathrobes on the rack along the edge of the ramp, in front of the stainless steps that led into the still heated water. Seeing how her breast rose as she hung her towel, naked after removing her bathrobe, showing her lush ass before turning, her black pubic trimmed into what is not quite poetically called a landing strip. They stepped gingerly into the clear water, woman first. Seeing that my wife was also looking, I turned my head, watching how her big breasts floated in the water as she reached the pool's bottom. Slightly smiling as she turned her head to watch her partner reach her, apparently enjoying the close up view of what seemed to be a good sized cock. They settled next to us, on my wife's right. Looking only at each other, and not the newcomers, it was not quite possible to ignore the reality that they had begun gently kissing and caressing. Much like my wife and I were stroking each other's gently pressed thighs. As time passed, the other couples left, finally leaving just us and the now restrainedly passionate couple next to my wife. Who I was looking at, providing adequate reason for my head to be turned in the direction of the pair close to her, looking at two very different women's breasts and nipples. My wife said it was time to leave the sauna for the day, a reasonable enough wish after more than 3 hours here. A desire that would also provide the naked couple privacy in the pool. We showered briefly, then collected our towels. I couldn't stop from glancing towards the remaining couple several times, knowing they were no longer paying much attention to anyone around them. Their lips were tightly pressed, her arms to each side of his head, holding on to the edge, trying her best to grind against him without making it obvious, no longer merely being affectionate with her partner. Her legs were outside of his, providing a bit of privacy from onlookers, though her rubbing was growing less subtle as time went on. We took the fairly broad, rough surfaced concrete ramp up to the original section (another addition is being built this winter). The ramp is quite long, turning at the top so as to create an L. At its bottom, the section wall tends to obstruct viewing those in the pool. But going upwards, past the half way point, an aerial perspective is created. In summer, the shrubs offer privacy, but in winter, without their leaves, the view down is quite unobstructed. Providing a surprisingly discrete place to observe the pool. A fact discovered while pausing to let my wife rewrap her towel, looking at her as she took it off completely, goosebumps on her skin in the chill air, nipples very erect. And behind my wife, the couple we'd left alone. Noticing my gaze, she turned a bit to see what had drawn my attention after her breasts and bush were covered. The pair was now kissing deeply, the woman's legs spread, breasts lightly pressing against his chest. The water was still clear, but ripples were spreading out as she moved diagonally - a combination of up and down and back forth. We saw how they broke their kiss, the woman's head moving back, her black hair fanning out in the warm water. Plainly and erotically grinding against the man, though the angle and their position made it impossible to see what was happening precisely. "They're fucking, aren't they?," I asked quietly. My wife looked downwards, and after a bit, agreed, before moving up the ramp in the chill air. I couldn't resist glancing back several times, still not quite positive whether this was the second time in my life seeing a man and woman fuck. My now swelling cock being quite convinced that the woman had been able to turn her partner into having a willing hard cock which was now deep in her horny cunt. That the ramp provides a discrete place to observe was not a concern of my wife's then, fully aware of how such a sight had drawn my attention as we left, causing me to pause several times. It was not a conscious concern now, particularly as unlike the couple, especially the woman whose tits and spread legs were in full view of anyone on the ramp, there was nothing to see of my wife except bare shoulders, and a stream of bubbles between her legs. Noting a woman with shortish brown hair in a loosely wrapped red bathrobe coming down the ramp, it appeared as if she was not precisely avoiding looking our way. Prompting me to move a bit to the side of the bubbling stream, both hands out of the water. My wife's expression and fairly subtle motions were unseeable to anyone but me at this point. Knowing from decades of experience of how she gets off, aware that she was completely lost in orgasming now. Low moans providing further evidence of what a total slut she'd become. The woman entered the Finnish sauna entrance area just as my wife regained a bit of awareness, no longer so thoroughly dominated by the pleasure she'd been unable to control. Well practiced over the decades we have been married in 'forcing' her to return to pleasuring herself, required to only provide the barest of excuses for her to continue cumming. My words removing any feeling of responsibility for acting so slutty, excused by following someone else's base wishes, not her own. Nonetheless, she does care about discretion, in the sense of not having anyone around when blissfully enjoying the pool's publicly available jets. Prompting me to truthfully reassure her that no one was around right now, so she could keep enjoying herself. Not feeling particularly guilty at skirting the situation, knowing that she'd have less concerns about a woman realizing what was going on. My wife has her twists - she is actually something of an exhibitionist, but to do something like this in front of a man would be too overt, unless she had an excuse. Like being married, providing a bit of diversion for her husband, as any married woman might. Something that another woman would fully understand, in her eyes. Soon, her eyes fluttered shut as a hand went down between her legs, holding on to the wall left hand only, low moans growing louder, opening her cunt lip to expose her clit. Turning almost still, body tensing as she started cumming again, legs pressed against the polished side of the pool, unaware of how obvious her moans' rhythm had become. I noticed the woman leaving the sauna, letting the door close, again not quite looking our way, walking very slowly. I did not follow her as she walked up the ramp, my attention soon focusing completely on my wife. Along with how good it felt when touching my cock again. Unconcerned even if the woman could see us, at least potentially. I knew that not cumming would be possible, particularly after making sure to have my wife make me cum playing with my nipple a couple of hours before our visit. As expected, the jets stopped, releasing us from their magic. My wife just hung limply off the edge for a bit, as I turned and put my arms straight into the adjacent cold water basin. She moved unsteadily past me when going up the steps, providing a nice view of her ass, with her still swelled labia quite visible. Unable to even grab her towel off the peg the first time she tried. Clearly, it had been another relaxing visit for her, making the probability of her getting off in public again much higher next time.