First time in Sinsheim with O and S
Ok, Olga and Sasha, I'll call them sometimes O and S more to avoid typing their names each times. They don't care much about anonymity and honestly, I guess 1 in 5 Ukrainian ladies are called Olga and 1 in 5 men are called Oleksandr (the right English transliteration) - hence Sasha.
But it would (again!) be a long, boring post and I don't think members want any more of these. My morning coffees (yes, two of them) would get cold before I remember to drink them, I would likely be late to work, why bother. And even if I did decide to write that story, my second dilemma dilemma is: should I also mention the more naughty parts of visiting Sinsheim or should I claim that it is a fully naturist environment populated by young asexuate angels who visit it for its health benefits?
Flora, dearest Flora. Or even in the guise of the infamous fembot... you know that the listeners, readers, members (i put plural here in the hope that more than one readers, listeners, readers... reads the post... )... um lost my way, oh yup... would love to hear your exploits whether a little naughty, a lot naughty or just the nudist elements! So fill your boots (olden Londonder expression), knock yourself out (another) and write away to your hearts content.
Awaiting with baited breath.
Ok, let's type up the whole story. Olga and Sasha - If you remember, Olga had a medical scare (chest pain) and I had to interpret for the doctor and Olga was interested in German spas.
We went to Sinsheim on a Sunday, the three of us, as D was away on a business trip. I prefer to go there on Sundays, even though it's more crowded (or because of this?). But the highway is not busy and I can drive fast. Plus, there is not much else tondo here on Sundays.
It is always interesting to see how people act when they are naked socially for the first time. Especially the undressing part is usually the most difficult for them. Some spas, like Sinsheim and Friedrichsbad, do have secluded changing "boxes" even though you are in a strictly nudist context. But when I take newbies, I always insist on changing together, in the open. I lead by example, dropping the few garments I am wearing quite fast, to help them relax. And I can usually see the hesitation. They turn their back. They always wear undies and they let them on until the last moment. Sometimes they even try to put their robes on before taking the undies off (I'll have none of that).
Vierordtbad, surprisingly, doesn't have any changing booths and it's only clothing optional (some people do keep their swimsuits). Not sure how they change though, as the small enclosures are completely open, coed and often also used by someone else. Do the textiles strip naked in font of other people then put on their swimsuits? Or do they use some wrapping techniques? I don't know, they are very few and I never changed in the same "pocket" with one.
Another interesting rule in Vierordtbad (yes, I do read the rules although normally only after I have visited the facility) is that you can walk around naked (yes, it is specifically marked) but if you wear a swimsuit you need to wrap yourself in a towel or a robe. Of course, if you are not nude you are only allowed to use the pools and other facilities, not the saunas.
Anyway. Back to Sinsheim. I have of course the VIP permanent black "wristwatches" (two of them) which do not attribute a special locker, you can choose any in the first "pocket" of around 50 lockers near the bath (or last as you come in). So I could only take one of them with me - and that was of course Olga. I was smiling inside thinking of all the tricks she will use to be as little exposed as possible - there was another guy changing in the "pocket" and of course all those who pass by on the corridor do look a bit.
So we chose two lockers, I put my bag on the shelf, took out my towel, robe and slippers from the bag and turned to her and... She was already naked like a worm! It was a warm day (we've had a very nice, sunny spring up to now, although yesterday it changed) and she had been wearing only one garment, a pink knee-length dress which she had popped up immediately. I undressed fast, put the robe on while she was still naked, asking me whether we absolutely needed to cover ourselves. I said I don't know, but people do cover. She reluctantly wrapped herself in her (quite small) towel - she had not brought a robe.
Getting in the corridor we saw Sasha getting out of a changing booth, wearing a big blue robe and with lots of clothing on his arms, all red in the face. We laughed at him, told him he shouldn't be so cautious with his jewels, nobody will steal them.
We went straight to the pool. I saw that my favourite bed was free so I threw my stuff on a shelf and dashed down the stairs to occupy it before a couple, who seemed to have the same intention, could reach it. You usually have to wait for maybe ten minutes before a bed is freed, this was pure luck, it is my favourite, the last in the row and half hidden by a big plant (it used to be a palm tree, but they cut it off for some reason).
Turning towards my friends, I saw Olga naked and relaxed, tying her hair in a pony tail, no hurry whatsoever, while Sasha was still hesitating in his robe. Olga has nice, straight dark hair, but it must be dyed, her skin is whiter than mine and her nipples are the same shade of pink as mine. I also wore pitch black hair in my youth (but a lot longer, it was covering almost all my butt), in fact I posted some nude pics as a brunette with (very) long hair. I first turned towards very light blonde, now I've been back at my natural colour for about five years.
Olga has a splendid body, slim and gracious, with small B cups and a natural elegance in her moves. Ok, maybe not entirely "natural" if this means innate, just like me she danced a lot in her youth. She is 34, still at the peak of her beauty. She was fully shaved (if you remember, when I saw her naked for the first time she wore a thick black (yes black, some blondes have dark pubes!) landing strip and she is quite generously endowed in this respect.
I couldn't see it from there, but I knew that she also has very visible pink petals, which I think is sexy and attractive for guys. I'm a banal Barbie down there, like 50% of women, but I am not jealous, it is probably quite uncomfortable in some situations, such as when riding a bike. I am very sensitive in those parts and I cringe at the mere thought, but I guess if you are blessed with bigger inner lips they get desensitised - just like the glans of circumcised guys. D often wears it "uncovered" when nude but tells me that he can't wear it like this with jeans, the friction is too much for him.
Wonder what you guys think about visible rose ladies' petals - sexy, attractive, or not? Also, if you are uncut, are you as sensitive down there as D or is he an exception?
All of a sudden, Sasha dropped his robe and ran down the stairs, covering his pride and joy with his hand. Olga followed, descending those stairs with elegance, like Vivien Leigh in Gone with the Wind. She had a radiant smile and sighed with pleasure - most people do that when they get engulfed by that warm, mineral water.
Most taller women like me and some guys also lower themselves to be covered up to the shoulders. Some ladies with bigger breasts cheat a bit - boobs float so at the right height nipples will be out and they will look incredibly perky. Olga definitely didn't need water support but she proudly moved around with a straight back and nipples (and most part of breasts) out.
She knew about the secret way to use those beds (not all that secret, many, even though not most, ladies use it like this). Not sure whether I should write about this on a nudist site but look. Those beds are something else. You go belly down, move an inch to find the right position for one of those jets to hit the right spot, pretend to be relaxing, squeeze the green marble bordure of the pool and wow. You take off in seconds rather than in minutes. A jet session takes around ten minutes and I can enjoy it 3 or 4 times. The only bad part is that often I have to go into a controlled crash landing because the sensation is so strong that I can't continue to pretend that I'm just relaxing and I'm about to cry my heart out.
There are rules against sexual acts in Sinsheim and some security guys who sometimes patrol around the outside part of the pool - the most likely place where they can happen. The water jets of those beds don't cover you enough to do something really naughty, but what can be wrong with a girl enjoying those belly down? The issue appears more in the air bubbles outside, which do hide your body entirely and, especially after dark, a nasty big-bellied security guy goes around telling couples that they should not stay embraced. That's silly. It's a party place. With two swim-up bars and after a couple of cocktails surely you want to be held by your partner in your arms.
So yes, there are naughty things you can do in Sinsheim although you may get kicked out or even banned if you get caught. The beds are one of the things I always do and I still hold my VIP card. But about all these things maybe another time.
Look. Despite my teasing and poking I am not a nymphomaniac. My sensuality is very strong but also very tame: always there when I need it, never (strongly) there when I don't. I basically never touch myself, except online (when D is away and wants to see me, thanks for the offer but no, I won't cam with you). I have a couple of instruments, which D offered me and which I never use by myself. But those beds are something else. First, they are so much more powerful than any other device I tried (admittedly, not many). Second, I never use them alone, I always have someone with me, usually D - I guess I like the "human touch"... And third, probably doing this in public and pretending that nothing happens and fearing that I might get caught adds to the excitement.
Olga climbed into Sasha"s arms, (which is something I always do with D, claiming that the only reason I go belly down is because I want to be in his arms) - those strong spots are far les enjoyable on your breasts to tell you the truth. I was near them in the same double bed. It took me a bit more time than usual but we both took off at the same time, squeezing each other's hand. I had to stop it before time, it was unbearably intense.
Olga turned around and Sasha started to rub her back while I waited for a second take off, which I got quite quickly, in a couple of minutes maybe, while Olga was caressing my butt.
Then I turned around and, remembering that I had complained of a stiff shoulder from the gym, Olga proposed to switch places so that Sasha can give me too a back massage. He got (again) red in the face and protested something. I knew why but said it's ok, I just need a back rub, I will not imagine things. We changed places and sure enough, I felt his erection on my lower back but I kinda expected this, D also gets erect when I orgasm in his arms. But his hands were nice and he is a good massagist so it felt good. D also is a good (certified) massagist and gives me back rubs when the jets are off - sometimes also when they are on.
After a while, we decided to go outside (the pool extends outside), the weather was fabulous. S was still erect. Yes, you can see through that clear water all the way to the bottom, but it's usually ok for guys - flaccid cocks float so they will always be horizontal or slightly upwards. You need to know the size when flaccid to really understand whether the guy is erect or just big.
We went to the seated bubble places. Those bubbles are a bit too strong to my taste, they often splash your face or even get into your nose, but you can definitely see nothing under the water. So I always sit between two of those plates the bubbles come from. By the face of S, I knew O was giving him hand pleasure and I think she went to the end. Of course I also do that, I guess most couples do it, but I never go to the happy end with D. It's not a big deal, that thermal water is continuously renewed (I think they say they pump up ten million liters a day), but if your man needs it, there are places where you can do it in hygienic conditions. The toilets near the hammam of course, they are spacious enough and always spot clean. Or even, if you feel a bit more adventurous, the showers in the men's bathroom at the entrance - your man makes a sign when there is nobody inside and you can sneak in one of the showers. They don't have doors, but the granite walls are such that you can't see inside and if you leave a pair of shoes out and turn the shower on you can do things to release your man's tension. Then again you will need to wait for the moment when you can securely sneak out.
But enough with the naughty stuff. I noted that Sasha was very shy while Olga was very proud of her chest (and rightfully so) but a bit insecure about the bottom part so I helped them to relax. I "forgot" my sunglasses in my robe each time we went to the pool and sent Sasha to fetch them - with the condition that he cannot cover his family jewels with his hand (yes, he was doing that). When we went outside to get a bit of tan (the weather was perfect and very warm), I didn't let him cover his bits with the towel. When we decided to take a dip in the cold-water pool 50 m away, I didn't let him take the robe or the towel, we walked there without. He did relax a bit towards the end.
Olga had no robe and didn't use much her towel (relatively small, it would not have covered entirely my torso), which she mostly held wrapped around her hips. In the restaurant, when we ordered lunch she raised it to cover her chest, but when we went outside to eat she let it fall on her lap again. But I realised that the catwalk-style she was using when walking and descending the stairs was her way to not show that she was quite generously made down there. She covered her lower part when we relaxed a bit on the inside lounges (which is normal, most women, me included, do this) and kept her knees glued together when sunbathing.
I convinced her to open up a bit and remain in a natural position, where the sun can also caress the inner thighs. I even convinced them both to use the infrared beds near the corridor leading to the saunas and restaurant - kind of useless when the weather is so nice, Ibut fine. You are very exposed, the first bed, which was taken by O, is within a hand's reach from the corridor. I asked her to open them a bit (a bit more, please!) and she relaxed seeing that people clearly liked what they saw - guys do look longer when they think that your eyes are closed and even have a bit of a smile; a couple of them even walked up and down a few times and I think Olga's position was the main reason for that.
Even Sasha started to relax a bit under those infrared lamps. I was the third in the row, so not all that exposed - in fact I never use those beds, I don't really like them but they are a useful training tool for newcomers.
We used the big sauna (there are a good dozen of them, but the Koi sauna is seemingly the largest in the world) once during the Aufguss, when it was full, had lunch, went back to enjoy the pool, then another sauna, after showering we went to the hammam where we rubbed each other with mint-smelling salt, we relaxed a bit on the lounges while sipping a drink and off we went.
They both enjoyed the experience - especially Olga. We actually went to Friedrichsbad together with D the next Sunday. Olga is a nudist at heart, clearly, she fully enjoys it. A week later she posed for me. But those are different stories, this one is already too long.
Sounds like it was quite a good time for all & I'm glad everyone enjoyed it. Have they made plans for a return visit or possibly another trip with you and D? Anyway, it was an experience for all and a good read. Enjoyed the post like always ...
Good morning from the desert of Arizona were its hard to find water flowing. Lol
Glad to hear they were relaxing and enjoying themselves. Yeah first timers are usually so nervous about being free. Its not that hard to make your man happy in public.
Marie just read something about the natural water. There microbes in the water, most of the time they are totally harmless to humans, but if they get in your lungs its a different story. Funny that she just read it.
I happen to be going to Palm Springs California this week. Visiting my sister and on the road home I might stop at the hot springs for the night. But I dont think I will have that much fun. But I can hope ! Lol
Erratum. I didn't believe it first, but Olga is a real brunette, despite her very light-coloured skin and nipples. She wanted to turn blonde but I told her my experience and hope I have discouraged her - the contrast between her milky skin and pitch-dark hair may look a bit unnatural but it is remarkable and very attractive. D also thought so. But it seems that the main reason for her to turn blonde is that her hubby Sasha likes blondes. Oh well, I guess it was also why I turned back into blonde 5-6 years ago but I was blonde to begin with. And I told her the truth: after going through all the trouble of becoming a blonde without losing half of her hair, her hubby will start liking brunettes. Men.
I can almost hear the obvious exasperation in your voice, Flora!! As you noted ... "after going through all the trouble of becoming a blonde without losing half of her hair, her hubby will start liking brunettes. Men." LOL to the max. But, you've got to remember that the opposite is also true as we men note ladies' changing likes, not quite weekly, but sometimes certainly excessively frequently. Or so it often seems. It's 'OK' and part of the deal, too. And I know all you lovely ladies have to keep us on our toes ... please continue to do so. Then we men can surreptitiously smile ... all while hiding and enjoying the moment.
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