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PlanetDweller's Weekly Erotic Story Vignette ~ January 30,
2004
The Steam Club At Loud Elk Lodge (FF, Ff, FFf, FFF)
By
PlanetDweller
"Hi Charlene, busy night?" I handing her my five bucks across the
counter and she slipping my green border-colored "F" initial
emblazoned cardkey to me in return.
"Nah, just three or four couples in the couples in the couples
room, Bill and Tom and a couple of queeny tourists in the guys'
room, and just a lady and her daughter on your side so far."
"Hhhmmm."
"Yeah, hhhmmm. Let me give you your five bucks back, tonight's on
the house, it's not going to be worth your time tonight."
"That's okay, I really do need to take a sweat; had a hard day."
"The usual hundred guys hit on you today?" she handing me the
usual couple of sweetly smelling freshly laundered towels as I
hitched my slightly itching ski pants up a bit.
"Yeah, had two beginners' classes this morning and one this
afternoon. Eight or nine guys made passes at me, but no sweet
female types."
"Oh well."
"Yeah" I blowing her a mock kiss as I made my way through the
polished mahogany double doors that lead into the antechamber and
doors to the showers and lockers "join me later?"
"Can't, Pammy, sorry, Terry's wanting to go into Boone tonight,
over the CJ's."
"Have fun then."
"You too, good luck hunting."
Fortune had found me and I had found happiness in this little
enclave of Loud Elk Lodge just outside of Boone, North Carolina,
back a couple of years ago after finishing college but just
beginning my life. Bummed around Aspen and Vale a bit, Vale's
where Daddy and Mother had our little getaway place until their
divorce in '97 and is where I learned as a child to love the
mountains and snow and skiing. Never thought I'd wind up working
for less money than Daddy Dear used to pay our maid Consuela,
having to actually work for a living after he and Mother cut me
off financially after I came out as a lover of fine women and
wine and song the day of my graduation from UNC-Charlotte, but
that's the roads of life.
At least my path lead me to Loud Elk, one of the best-kept
secrets on the East Coast as far as facilities and quality of
slopes go. The hotel - 153 chalet-inspired rooms; the restaurant
and bar that can seat and serve 253; and the most famous, really
infamous part of the entire resort, "The Steam Club".
"The Steam Club" is actually a three large public Finnish-style
sauna rooms with a common entrance way and separate changing
rooms for the different kinds of clients. The largest is for
mixed male-female couples, which can hold about twenty couples
comfortably. Then there are the male and female segregated
saunas, single gender only, which can hold about twenty-five
individuals maximum.
Why "infamous"? Because it's a world-known "secret" that this is
one of the few public bathhouses left on the planet where,
according to unwritten house rules, "cruising" is permitted. The
electronic hotel-style cardkeys for single ladies can open up the
entrance doors to all three saunas; couples' cardkeys can open up
their sauna door and the one for the guys' room but not the for
the ladies, and the poor old guys can only access their own
single-sex, and yes tons of open sex goes in all the rooms,
that's why so many touristees come here whether they would ever
admit to it back home or not.
The cardkeys all are color-coded for silent signaling, like the
old lesbian "hankie code" of yore.
All have a large 3" tall or so letter on the front of the card,
"F" for single female, "M" for single male, and of course "C" for
a male-female couple.
The color of the border of each card indicates your "cruising
status"; red means "leave me the fuck alone, I just want to enjoy
the sauna", yellow means "maybe, possibly, if I like you, and
usually just a little petting or so unless we really click" and
green means "oh yeah, I'm ready and looking".
I clipped the green-bordered card to my sitting towel along with
the large safety-pinned key to my usual locker in the changing
area and hit the shower for a quick rinse off, as is required by
custom and house rules, my ski suit and halfboots and jacket and
bra and panties all being shoved into the metal cage as I shoved
myself under the pulsating showerhead before grabbing my towels
and hitting the access hallway to the rooms.
Peeking into the couples room there were the four couples that
Charlene had mentioned; two couples were obviously swapping
partners on one side of the room, the other two couples were
ignoring them as best they could from their respective benches as
far away as they could across the way. One couple who was
swapping had a very nice looking wifey-part going happily down on
the other woman; yeah, maybe, later.
Bill and Tom, my two favorite gay waiters who worked in the
restaurant and were part of the Loud Elk family, both being ten
year plus employees, were slobbering all over some tourista' as
the other guy present jacked himself off with a bored motion
sitting near them but not touching any of the three players.
It was nice being able to check the couples and guys out through
the high-temp-resistant security windows in their respective
entrance doors and nicer having "our" access window to our female
room being a one-way mirror where we could look out but no one
could look in.
The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that were the outside
wall to the sauna complex's hallway, well, I never get tired of
seeing the view of the demure valley just off the edge of the
hill that lodge complex was parked against and the lake at the
foot of it, the now-glistening starlight and deepening moon
twilight reflecting off of the lake's polished surface. I thought
about going outside to enjoy the perfect paradox of the heat of
the large hottub out on the outside deck to the dry chill of the
night, but, no, I really needed a good sweat and some good sex.
"Hi, I'm Pammy" making my introduction to the forty-ish lady and
her maybe thirteen or fourteen-year-old daughter leaning into her
almost half-asleep against her mother as they leaned forward on
the edge of the bench, staring at the rocks in the electric sauna
heater in the middle of the room as I sat down on a free bench
one over from them, close but not pushing their personal space.
No reply. Her tag, the mother's, was yellow, her daughter's tag
was red. Understandable.
"Would you mind if I throw a little cold' on the rocks? It's a
little too dry in here for me."
Neither made eye contact with me or acknowledged my asking as I
got up from my hot finely finished fir slatwood seat, sashaying
my tail just a little to hint at them. Nothing.
Dipping the gourd from the wooden water bucket, I threw a
couple of draughts onto the rocks atop the electric elements deep
inside the room's heater, clouds of fresh steam rising from the
lavastones like a seventh-grade science class volcano
demonstration project. Ahhh, better. Must have been new to
saunas, they, since anyone with experience would have never let
the room air cook-out that dry.
Putting the gourd back, the bundled birchwood-twig traditional
"vihta" was swished out and slapped around my back and chest, the
fine hard bumps and easy rough bark of the thin branches waking
my sore muscles up and pores of my skin open as I struck myself
firm but not hard enough to leave but the tinniest of red marks
on my breasts and buttocks and back and legs as my good-feeling
mild flogging continued for just another few seconds, I looking
right at my temporary fellow naked sauna room-mates as I
friendly-shook the birchbundle at them in a gesture of "would you
like to use the vihta, I'll bring it and the bucket over to you
if you do?"
Nothing, except her daughter straightening up a bit, no longer
leaning her head on her mother's shoulder, adjusting her towel
under her butt a bit. She was pretty. Still nothing.
I threw a couple of gourds' worth of water onto my bench to
cool it off a tad and spread my other towel the length of the
finegrained two by twos, the other towel rolled up for a pillow.
Sweat began to ooze from my pores as my day oozed from my mind.
Ahhhh. Nice. Why do guys have to be such jerks, don't they know
that women ski instructors get hit on more times in a typical day
than Rodney King? And why does it excite them even more when I
decline their advances and tell them truthfully that I'm a
lesbian? Guys. Go figure.
"Hi, I'm Rilla" a low estrogened baritone female voice rousing my
consciousness from my sleep - just as well, it felt like I was
overheating a bit and needed a quick cooloff, the sweat from my
asscrack running like a little creek down into my crotch as a
hand touched lightly my naked back.
"Hi, I'm Pam" scooting my frame up to sit as my new friend stood
relaxed in front of me, my hand shaking hers and she sitting
beside me as her daughter joined us beside her mother on the
other side away from me.
"And this is my daughter Minya" I reaching to shake her hand too.
I've been cruising this sauna for over two years now and it still
struck me as strange if not ironic that when meeting someone new
for the first time that you'll probably end up having nameless
hot sauna sex with within minutes you still begin by shaking
hands. Minya smiled at me as she shook my hand.
"Nice to meet you both."
"I see your 'green tag'. Are you interested? In me, I mean.
Minya's too young. She and I, only. But, uuuhhmmm?"
"Pam" I scooting next to her a little closer, lightly caressing
her left nipple with the back of my hand, checking out her
choochie as best I could, hairy, two-toned with a little grey.
"Pam; you and I?" she looking into my eyes as I closed mine and
kissed her lightly, she kissing me back a little more firmly, her
hand finding my right breast and giving it a polite grope.
"Yeah, that would be nice" our kiss stopping for a second, my
fingers lightly pinching both nipples "but I'm radiatoring' out,
let me go take a quick cold rinseoff and I'll be right back."
"You be back then?" Rilla opening her legs up a tad for me to see
her treasure better as I scooted out of the room for a moment.
"Yeah, just a couple of minutes, I'll be right back, promise."
The cold water of the shower felt good. My body trembled for a
few seconds. Yeah, I had definitely pushed my personal
thermometer a bit.
Couldn't help but check the other two rooms as I made my way
back down the architecturally spectacular
Suaer-Cone-Beddenfield-designed steam room addition to the grand
lodge, stopping to peek at the two swinging couples were still at
it, now just male and female couples swapping off, and my guys in
the guy room were all gone, one lone guy, some middle-aged dude
with a big potbelly and an aircast on his left leg, sweating the
pain away by himself in the guy-room, his little dinky-dink
almost cute, what I could see of it under his gut.
Rilla and Minya were lightly kissing and petting when I came
back into the lady's room. They made polite noises and eye
contact with me as I sat down on a corner bench a few feet away
to watch their show. I had been with maybe three or four other
mother-daughter combinations since becoming a regular, but all of
those had been on weekend-nights when it had been packed each
time, they getting off from showing and performing as much as
actually doing. This was the first time I had a mom-dau' combo
alone with me, some privacy.
Minya's perky little tits were cute, her light coating of pubic
hair as blondly Nordic as her golden hair that touched her
shoulders. She smiled at me as she and her mom kissed and petted
some more, her mother gently frigging her as she held her mother
tight to her and massaged her mother's back in a loving gesture
of true daughtership.
In the hushed gray of the reflective scone walllighting of the
room, Rilla started looking better and better, her face pleasant,
her breasts aged but not saggy, her legs and butt, firm.
Rilla pushed her daughter angled on the bench to the wall a tad
more, opening her legs for motherly cleansing of her progeny, her
tongue easy on Minya's clit, a finger slowly frigging her.
Placing my towel on the slightly unlevel floor next to them as
they lay atop the wide but not too wide sitting benches, I
watched but didn't touch, remembering Minya's redtag and her
mother's polite but firm admonition.
"Min', me, please" her mother laying flat on the bench as her
daughter straddled her face for a couple of minutes, Rilla
reaching up to cup her daughter's breasts as she did, Minya's
left knee not having much room to rest atop the benchtop, she
almost losing her balance before scooting back down to dive
between her mother's legs.
Don't know why, but I was getting bored. I mean, this was a real
mother and daughter going at each other, but I'm not turned on by
young girls or even teen-agers, not usually. It wasn't turning me
off, but it really wasn't turning me on, either.
I sat next to them to watch them go into a nice and textbook
sixty-nine, Minya atop her mother as they swapped vaginal spit
and tried to masturbate myself a little to hopefully get a little
excited, but nope. Oh, well.
"Rilla, it was nice meeting you and Minya, but I'm an employee
here and tomorrow's another work day for me, I need to go" me
working my face between Minya's downturned twat and her mother's
upturned face only millimeters apart from her daugher's cooze,
kissing Rilla nicely on the lips as I grabbed my towels to leave.
Rilla stopped and shooed her daughter off, stepping quick to
touch me on the shoulder before I reached the door.
"Was it something I say, didn't say, it is the way me and Minya
look, what is problem?" she looking at me disappointedly as her
hand rested on my shoulder, my own hand lightly resting atop it.
"No, Rilla, seriously, no" well, a little white lie never hurting
anyone, her face falling "it's just that I'm midcycle of my
period" well, sometimes a larger lie doesn't hurt either, my
stopping for this month being just a couple of days ago "and
you're a woman, you know how it is, I'm just in a funky mood
right now is all" my lips finding hers once more as my tongue
parted hers and hand cradled the back of her head and I let us
kiss nicely until she needed to come up for some air.
"You can do daughter if you like" her eyes becoming sadder still,
her hand reaching to my breast as we nuzzled close standing near
the door of my eventual exit "I just say that earlier because we
not know you" yeah, like she knew me any better now; desperation
has such a sad smell "Minya like you like I do, you want sex, we
want sex with you, okay?"
I kissed her forehead and then the tip of her nose while lightly
holding her hands in mine as we stood naked pressing into each
other as my white chick's pores flooded and flooded more sweat
out still in the wanting air of the wanting sauna room, our
breasts lightly against each others', my kiss finding her lips
lightly one last time.
"Thanks but no thanks, it's late, I'm overheating again, need
another shower to cool down, dammitall, I know you understand"
her face now sour pissed more than disappointed sweet as I
stagepushed her away from me and slipped out the door "it was
nice meeting both of you, maybe another night, then" she not
believing a single word of it of course.
Outside on the deck overlooking the "Valley Of Sin" and the
"Lake Of Decadence" nestled down inside its bosom the gently
burbling water of the hottub called to me, but as bored as I had
been by the tamest if not the lamest mother-daughter scene ever
witnessed in a western North Carolina ski resort public sauna and
bathhouse, I was still horny, dammit.
My hand rubbed the condensation from the doorglass to the
couples' room. The two swinging couples were still there, this
time being watched by three new couples who were eagerly doing
each other monogamously using their anonymous friends group sex
play for inspiration for things they'd probably never do at home
to each other like actually show each other some actual
affection. Both ladies of the swinging couples did look nice,
that one was hot.
"Hi I'm Pam" my cardkey opening their couples room door as my
head craned inside for a second without my body following just in
case I wanted to make a quick retreat "I'm a lesbian and I think
you two fine females are finely-fine, may I join you without your
husbands trying to pork me?" their voices of glee and gestures of
hand motioning affirming me into their lair.
Soon two mouths shared my tits, fingers were inside both my
holes, my mouth kissed the top of a Breck-smelling Fantastic
Sam's cut and style special as I twisted around to begin
sixty-nining with the non-Breck-smelling one as their husbands
jacked each other off on the bench cattycorner to us three and
her other friend soon shoved her tongue inside me too, licking my
perineum and pussylips as her friend concentrated on my clit and
I relaxed enough to begin to enjoy myself and soon had a couple
of little comes.
Two hours later back in their double room halfsuite we were all
now dressed and ready to clubbing in nearby Boone before the town
rolled up the sidewalks at one a.m. and they were showing me
photos of their kids and their lives back in Texas, like I really
cared. At least I had gotten my good sex for tonight, well,
decently good sex for the evening, which I what I had originally
cruised for and wanted and was all I really cared about, right
then.
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