I’m not comfortable with people who always only see sex in everything and don’t seem to be able to enjoy something if there is no sex and possible swinging involved.

These kind of people go to an amusement park and come home rating it not for the thrill of the rides, but how many times they managed to put Tab A into Slot B in a hidden corner and how many other Tabs they got to enter Slot B.

There are two public pools around the city I live in. Both have a sauna area wit a large nude area.

One has a good reputation with swingers (lots of hidden corners, no employees overlooking the area, everyone present looking for sex - and everyone not looking for sex leaving the place again after 10 minutes)

The other tends more to the needs of elderly and/or sick people needing to relax, has guards looking out that said patients don’t drown. They will smile at the teenage couple having a snog in the small grotto in the area where you need a swimsuit, but will kick out adults who grope around in the nude area. Pretty much every one in the lifestyle will avoid it as they claim that the place is no fun.

On my lazy Sundays I tend to frequent the second one.

Funny as it sounds, but yesterday I had my third erotic encounter in said lame place.

It is different to have no expectations when you go to a club, where you still think that it is possible for something to happen, or have no expectation because the facts just tell you that nothing will happen.

These three really unexpected encounters in the “lame” sauna area have been way more exciting for me then the one visit to the other place, or playtimes at a club.

So there I was, in one of the sauna huts that is heated by a real fire, laying stretched out, as there are just a few people in as this older guy comes in. He sits down beside me, and as things happen, his cock gets just in my view to the hypnotic flickers of the fire.

I do some acrobatic exercises with my eyes to look at something else without having to actually move and see that the guy is checking out my backside. I look down again and see that his cock is getting hard, and the guy manages to move his hands so that the other people can’t see it, but I have still the perfect view to notice that he actually gets to discreetly stroke along his member with both his thumbs.

Watching a guy touch himself is one of my great turn ons so I can just feel my body jerk to horny-mode.

I start shifting around, teasing the guy with presenting my front view, a glimpse between my legs, the whole work, and indeed, he does get harder and shift still closer. If we would have been alone I would have reached out to touch him, invite him for play, but every time someone left the hut someone else just came in.

After about 15 minutes the guy managed to get so close to me, he could secretly fondle my tits for a bit, but then he got up and out, and I followed after a few more moments.

Now this hut has a small little entrance room where you could store bathrobes, shoes or other stuff, and he is still there getting in his sandals. We manage to be out of the view from anybody for a few seconds, and press up together. I got to stroke his hard on for a bit, he got to insert a finger inside my soaking wet channel, but then we spot someone who is about to enter the hut and break apart.

After that the guy more or less ran off, before I had the chance to tell that there are possibilities to get a bit more private on the premises, just not in the nude section.

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As for the past playtimes on the “lame” place.

The first time a meet a guy I knew from a club there.

He also rather goes to the lame place because he shares my view that not everything always needs to be about sex.

We talk for a bit and he explains that work has kept him away from swinging for a while, and he tells me that he has a hard time right now. A few weeks without getting closer to a woman and now here we were both naked but unable to touch. He goes on about how well he remembers how much fun it is to play with me, that he remembers all to well how tight I am and how wet I usually get, and that he would like to have a go with me right that moment.

So we spent about another 10 minutes in the nude area and just both get more excited by the invisible wall between us, then he drags me out of the nude area and into the dressing rooms.

There in the back is a room with a public tanning bed.

We manage to slip in unnoticed, and get the tanning bed to work (as this is locks the door automatically) and manage to get going on it without hurting our heads on the rather low top shell of it.

The other time I managed to be alone in one of the sauna huts with another guy, and we started to touch in there, and then move the action to one of the dressing carbines in the part of the dressing rooms that is hardly ever used - (the tanning bed was out of order, or I would have guided him there as well). Well, we could not really get it going good there as we had to avoid noises, but it got us over the first need, and we had more fun with each other once we left the bath and continued our playtime at his house.