Chapter 8
Camille called on Saturday afternoon to invite us to a party that night. A very special party. Of course, I accepted, got the details, and spent the balance of the day with excitement on the rise. Linda looked forward to it too, her afternoon spent picking out just the right dress, jewelry and fiddling with her hair.
Someone, Camille didn't say who, had rented a bath house for this evening's festivities. My mind raced with images of naked bodies cavorting in showers, in locker rooms, in whirlpools and in steam rooms. Then it hit me. I was going to be as naked as everyone else; my dick on display; my hidden charms gone public. My conservative nature returned.
"Linda," I said nervously, "are you sure we want to do this?"
"Cold feet? What are you worried about?"
"We're going to be naked in front of a bunch of strangers!"
"You're being silly," she said with a slight chuckle. "It's a party! People don't run around naked at a party. Finish dressing. It's almost time to leave."
"I hope you're right. I don't want you flashing your tits in public."
"Right, Todd. It's me you're worried about. You're afraid you won't stack up to the competition! You can't fool me!"
Linda put the final touches on her makeup and I searched for the cock ring. She was right, I was concerned that my wrinkled dick would be the smallest one there! I gathered everything up, snapped the ring in place, and played with myself until my skin ironed itself out a bit. I hoped my slightly lengthened condition remained once I tucked myself back in my pants.
"Ready?" Linda asked.
"I guess," I said, turning around. "Wow! You look terrific! You'll knock 'em dead. I'll have to fight them off you!"
"Thanks, but I doubt that."
We drove across town, my stomach turning cartwheels. I hadn't been this nervous since my first date! I parked the car, then kept playing with my crotch as we entered the building and walked up a long flight of stairs. We were greeted by a man behind a caged window. I had to smile when he slipped us two towels, two keys and a map of the place. Linda had dressed so elegantly for nothing. The man pointed us in the direction of the room where we were to change. Then he buzzed us through the door.
We walked into a huge room with row after row of standing lockers, narrow benches running between them. The room was populated by people in various stages of undress, men and women alike. I had never heard of a bath house being coeducational, but then this was a special party, and I was not exactly what you'd call worldly.
Each of our keys contained a number so we went off in search of our lockers. I noticed Linda spent a lot of time staring at the floor. While reading locker numbers, I let my eyes wander from body to body. My dick grew steadily in my pants and I had a new fear to deal with. I'd absolutely die if I had to walk around with my towel leading the way, a giant boner extremely difficult to conceal.
I found our lockers and, thankfully, the row was virtually empty. Only one couple, just down to their underwear, stood nearby. I smiled sheepishly as I opened the locker next to a rather buxom brunette, her back turned to me as she unclasped her bra. I couldn't help staring, the couple making it look so easy to shed their clothes in front of total strangers.
The towel raised around the woman's body before she removed her panties, the fabric cinched across her tits and falling to mid-thigh. The man, on the other hand, made no attempt to hide himself before stepping out of his shorts, his dick dangling, his hand diddling with his balls before covering himself with terry cloth. They slipped the elastic band attached to the keys over their wrists and left us.
"See how easy that was," I said to Linda, the statement made as much for my benefit as hers.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," Linda groaned.
"Now who has cold feet! We're here, let's give it a try. If we don't like it, either one of us, we can always leave. Deal?"
"Okay. Promise?"
"Promise. Now strip for me, baby! Let's find Camille and get this orgy started!" Linda probably saw right through my false confidence. I was talking a good game, but when push comes to shove....
"Ah, there you are!" Camille said, bursting upon the scene. "Get into your towels and meet me in the louge. It's down this hall and to the right. I have scads of people I want you to meet."
She turned and vanished as quickly as she had appeared. "You heard the lady," I said, taking off my jacket. We got undressed and into our towels, both of us careful not to flash our flesh to prying eyes. With just two of us, my dick remained relatively flaccid. But would it have the decency to stay that way in a next-to-naked crowd? I was about to find out.
Linda looked great in her towel, her tits keeping the draping fabric away from her body, the overlapping edge parting around her right leg as she moved. She had pulled the top edge so tightly around her that her cleavage formed a deep and dark cleft in the center of her chest, her mounds pushed together in bulging, rounded beauty.
We walked down the short hall which was surprisingly devoid of people. Voices rose up in front of us and the lounge appeared on our right. That's where all the people were, everyone seated or milling about in nothing but a towel. We spotted Camille and joined her table.
"Oh, Todd, you look so nervous!" Camille said as I took a seat and pushed the towel into my crotch to be sure I was covered. "Relax and enjoy the scenery. Everyone is here for pleasure and no one will force themselves upon you. That's one of the rules. Another is no alcohol. No one wants to fuck a lusty drunk.
Beyond that, you're free to do as you please."
I looked around the room, stared at the unending variety of body types and wondered if I could actually have casual sex with a woman not my wife. I turned to Linda, her eyes locked ont a healthy hunk across the room, his towel folded in half so it barely concealed his crotch. A pang of jealousy shot through me.
"Sorry, honey," Camille said, patting Linda's hand, "but I'm afriad David would be more intereted in Todd. He sure is pretty to look at, though!"
"You mean there are faggots here?" I asked in surprise.
"Of course! Whatever your sexual desire; you'll find it here. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just keep an open mind and let others do what they like. Now, let's not spend the evening sitting at this table! Come with me, Linda," Camille said, rising from her chair. She took Linda's hand and lifted her to her feet.
"Where are you going?" I asked. "You're not going to leave me alone!"
"For a while. Wander around, get to know the place. You're a big boy, Todd, you can take care of yourself. We'll catch up with you later."
Linda shrugged her shoulders as Camille led her away. Returning my focus to the lounge, I noticed David staring at me. It was time to move. I studied the map on the table. The place was a maze of hallways and both large and small rooms. A person could be lost in here for days! The best plan was to simply meander around, get myself oriented to my surroundings and make discoveries. I left the lounge.
Only a few stray folks walked the halls, each of us nodding as we passed. Music played overhead as I strolled by closed doors, an occasional muffled sound escaping into the dimly lit corridor. I remembered this area on the map, a section of small, private cubicles, each with a single bed, or so I discovered as I peered past an open door. I turned a corner and found a series of larger rooms, each with an arch instead of a door. The sounds of love saturated the warm and humid air.
I stopped at the first arch to check it out. A mattress lay on the floor with a foursome loudly having a go at each other. Three girls, one guy. He was stretched out on his back, his cock rising majestically between his open legs. One woman sucked on his knob while another licked his balls. The third had her pussy pressed to his face. The sucking and slurping noises were deafening.
Two arches down, the genders were exactly reversed; three guys, one woman. Her hands and receptive holes were each filled by a thrusting cock. Watching her lusty antics stirred desire in my lonesome dick. I quickly moved on before I reached full erection, before I embarrassed myself with my voyeuristic pleasure.
Splashing water sounded in front of me. I must have been near the showers. I turned another corner and entered an open area with a steam room, linen room, whirlpool, showers, a small and shallow pool and a sauna. This is where I'd begin. I hadn't relaxed in a steam room in a long time! Now I made a beeline for the door.
Hot, billowing steam assaulted my body as I stepped inside. A thick, white, blinding cloud enveloped me. I stumbled over a pair of feet, apologized for my clumsiness, and tried to find a place to sit. As my eyes slowly adjusted, I saw three wide tiers of tile spread out before me. I couldn't see more than a foot in front of my nose, but the space directly in front of me seemed to be empty. I plopped down on the first level and leaned against the second, my feet sliding forward in a stretching posture.
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with hot, humid air. I closed my eyes to enjoy the cleansing affects of the penetrating steam. Soft noises alerted me that there were several others in here with me. My eyes opened. The steam was slowly thinning, lessening before the next erupting blast. Shapes emerged in my vision. A couple was balling on the top tier, to my right, while some guy was sucking tit to my left.
The feet I had tripped over belonged to a man who sat on the floor, his hand jacking his rod while he ate out the pussy above him. Several others sat in various positions alone, scanning the room to see who else was there. They all had one thing in common. None of them wore their towel. I felt self-conscious as I sat among them, my towel cinched securely around my waist.
Steam shot out of narrow vents, cast us back into the center of the cloud. Blindness overtook me once more and I opened my towel, baring my flesh, safe in the kowledge that no one could see me. Later, when the steam began to thin again, I'd adjust my position to hide my nudity. Or that was the plan.
As I relaxed, drifting in the soothing heat, sweating from every pore, a hand attached itself to my dick. I stared into my crotch, saw the top of a head lower towards my upraised cock. I quickly checked the body to make sure it was female. It was.
She played with my soft cock until it rose up to meet her descending lips. Kissing my knob before taking me into her mouth, she laid her naked flesh out along the tiled tier, not offering me any of her body. I closed my eyes, stretched out my arms, and let this stranger have her way with me.
Veiled by the cloud, it was easy to forget that we weren't alone. But even in the clear and open, I'm sure it wouldn't have mattered, especially when she glided down my growing length. My mind and body swelled with pleasure, her lips groping along my dick to reach my leather cock ring. She slipped my head into her throat before pulling up and off, totally off, one hand grasping my nuts while the other rocked my stick back and forth. She didn't stay away long, returning to swallow my throbbing erection.
The heat of the steam combined with the heat of her mouth, set my cum bubbling in my balls. Sweat streamed over my body as she tenderly stroked me with clasping lips. I missed the tongue action that Linda usually provided when she sucked my cock, but this mouth had its own unique charms. Now she was taking my swollen prong down her throat just the way I liked it. Climax was assured even without her tongue.
Her hand worked my skin up to reach her lowering mouth, keeping her from fully reaching to my base. No matter. The stretching of the skin in my groin more than compensated, my hips rising slightly each time she tugged at my flesh. Her other hand left my nuts and raced along the inside of my thigh, squeezed and dug at my tensed leg. As the heat around us lessened, as the steam thinned, she quickened her pace, flew up and down my sturdy pole. The increase in her sucking activity started me panting, my lungs aching, making me wish we were in less humid air. The gradual decrease in temperature opened my eyes.
I looked around the room, could see clearly from one side to the other. I met staring eyes. Others were watching this woman suck on my straw, could see my cock in all its erect detail. They watched my balls bob beneath her stroking mouth. I felt my face flush and it wasn't from the heat of the room. There was nothing I could do. There was no way to hide the activity in my open crotch. I quickly closed my eyes to shut out the faced that glared at my naked manhood, that lustily witnessed the sucking of my cock.
The woman never slowed down. She seemed oblivious to the crowd around us. I was thankful for that. Had she stopped her wonderful moves, I'm sure my dick would have instantly deflated beneath the hungry stares of our lusty audience. As it was, I pounded and throbbed within the glories of her blow job.
The new blast of moisture-laden air made it very difficult to breath. I don't know how this woman survived, the heat rising from my ecstatic crotch had to be fierce. But it didn't seem to faze her. She slowed down a bit, but not really enough to alter the steady rise of my climax. The closer it came, the more I pumped my hips, driving my dick deeper into her diving mouth. The nearness of my cum erased the images of the people who shared our steam, my mind drifting in the pleasure of deep-throating sex.
Her hand left my pulsing prong, her lips reaching down to my base, my cockhead leaping further down her wonderfully tight throat. She held me there, twisting over my delirious dick. My ass raised from the towel, my cock relishing the sensitivity racing through my swollen length. My body trembled as my climax surged to my tip.
She slipped my beating head back into her open cave and I gave up my semen, shot it into her drinking mouth. My mouth clamped shut to keep my grunts internal, to keep me from letting the entire room know that I was cumming. That heightened my pleasure, my prick shaking violently with each rushing gob of thick and creamy cum. My hips stabbed at her mouth, my muscles tightening with each spewing shot to send my semen to the back of her cavern.
At my dick's final firing, her hand returned to my shaft, gathered the skin at my base and pushed it up to her retreating lips. She slid up my staff until just my head was held within her, my flesh wrinkled against her mouth. She forcefully squeezed around my girth, her tongue licking my cockhole to get the last of my juices.
My mouth opened to release my breathy sighs, the stimulation too divine to go unannounced. With all my cum collected, both hand and mouth abandoned my dick.
I opened my eyes and leaned forward to thank her, but she had disappeared into the cloud. She had gotten what she wanted and expected nothing else.
The steam was once more dissipating and I wrapped the towel around my throbbing hard-on, hiding my excited state. My body was drenched from head to foot, my flesh sheathed in thick rivulets of streaming sweat. The steam became oppressive and I left the room.
My body shivered as I hit cooler air. I marched straight to the showers to rinse away my perspiration. I now regretted having worn the cock ring, my dick as hard as a rock, my towel sticking out in front of me. I swallowed my modesty and removed the towel, hanging it on a peg. Then I stepped into the shower room. I was not alone.
Several other naked bodies stood beneath jetting water. I wondered if one of the women could be the one who had just gone down on my dick. I selected a shower head away from the others, turned my back to them to hide my hard-on. Then I adjusted the flowing stream to cool (and hopefully softening) temperature.
I stood beneath the bombarding water and tried not to think about my surroundings. Half a hard-on is mental, and if I thought about the naked bodies around me, it would never go away.
The coolness of the shower did its job, my dick starting to go limp. But it just wasn't meant to be. A pair of hands soaped my back, reached down to play with my butt. Blood instantly rushed back into my missile to stand it up tall and proud.
The hand pried between my legs and I found myself parting my thighs to facilitate its entrance. I didn't turn around, because I was too embarrassed about my turgid condition. I gasped when the hand latched onto my nuts and squeezed, my balls tender from my recent climax. The pressure eased and the hand fondled me playfully, lifted and bounced my sac against a wet and slippery palm. The arm pressed against my crack, slid along my hairy channel to guide the hand onto my sturdy shaft. The body stepped closer and tits flattened onto my back, her other hand coming around to massage my stomach, to soap the soaked hair around my navel.
She groped and fondled me, my hands joining her on my heated body. We both played around in the hair on my chest, in the hair surrounding my prick. She took her hand out from between my legs, brought it around my hip to get a better grip on my dick. She didn't take it, chose instead to brush across it, bat it now and again, tease it rather than stroke it.
I didn't know what to do for her, my hands unable to get at her tits or her pussy. Her body was held tightly to mine. She seemed to extract her pleasure from the closeness of our kissing skin, her cunt rubbing up and down my globes as her hands massaged and caressed my torso. I played my ass against her box, got into the rhythm of stroking flesh with flesh.
I gave up any thought of stilling my erection, lapsed into the enjoyment of the rubbing stimulation. My body tingled from a myriad of sensations; the water splashing down upon us, her tits rolling against my back, her bush tickling my butt, her hands roving over my front and occasionally hitting my dick.
With no warning whatsoever, she pulled away from me, leaving me in a terribly excited state. I watched her leave the showers, was surprised to see her size. She was a big woman, heavy set, her large ass rolling as she walked. She gave me a new perspective on "fat", made me think that love with a woman of extra weight might not be a bad idea after all.
I stood with a raging erection and doubted that it would ever again soften. At least not while I remained at this party. A broad smile overtook me when a man walked in with a healthy hard-on swaggering in his crotch. I was not alone and proceeded with my shower, no longer trying to hide the pounding pole between my legs.
I looked around and noted that the other men were also in various stages of erection, none of them giving the slightest indication that it bothered them. My body relaxed and I actually started to get into showing myself off, letting others see that I had something to be proud of. I felt I had taken a giant step forward in my sexual progress, that there was nothing wrong with nudity, and that an erection was quite normal, considering the situation.
I left the shower with a much healthier attitude, actually walked over to the linen room without trying to cover myself. I got a dry towel and acted as though were totally alone. I felt fresh, invigorated, and wrapped the towel around my waist to go off in search of Linda. I couldn't wait to tell her my good news!