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From: Planet Dweller <planet_dweller@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {RP}  The Steam Club At Loud Elk Lodge (FF, Ff, FFf, FFF)
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Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2004 07:10:02 -0500
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   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 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 door 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 tiniest 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 go 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 is
what I had originally cruised for and wanted and was all I really cared
about, right then.

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   Many sincere thanks to my editor, Norr711, for his invaluable
contribution in making my stories more readable for you, the reader, whom
we both strive to please!

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