Spa Part 1

When I open the door and look into the completely overfilled sauna, I think briefly, turn around again.

One sits beside the other on all three steps.

Grim, full-bodied and delicate, seem to look through the dense vapor. The heat strikes me in the face, and with it the cough of the sweat of greasy beerballs and strongly hairy upper body creeps into my nose.

I still enter silently and sit down on the really last free spot on the right side on the lowest level.
A heavily overweight pushes his bulging vest for it heavily to the side, between him and the wall for me.

Space. My friendly thank you, with an equally heavy growl, which I try to understand as a “request”.

Sure, I could have imagined, Friday evening the sauna here was crunchy full.

It would have been more relaxing and nicer at the beginning of the week. I regret it today.

On quieter days, the probability was much higher, that something delicious would get lost in the sauna.

Surely I am not the one who gently strikes the body of pretty, naked women. No, not me!

But in the semi-dark sauna, it was often possible to explore a few individual regions of the region.
Again and again young women came into the Herrensauna. Today’s young women are much more courageous and freed with their nakedness than was still the case with my generation. Young, slender and well-proportioned bodies, relaxed in the heat and decorated with beads of sweat, often fostered my imagination day and week.

I’m suddenly torn out of my thoughts as two guys behind me are quite excited about their cars debating. They seem to be so convinced of their Audi or BMW that they forget to adjust their volume to fit in a sauna. Anyway, it’s way too loud, a few boys on the top level are talking about a football match. I leaned my back against the wall in the hope that one or the other would run out of time and the sauna would be emptied.

Sometimes this could happen quite quickly, but nothing happens, all remain. The heavy breathing of the fat sleep seems to make the clock go slower.

Suddenly the door opens suddenly. I see women’s feet with pink-lacquered ten-nails and long, slender legs, which enter in a targeted direction. The door is closed. For a short while, I will take a closer look at her step, but as I can see the exactly straightened, narrow strip of hair over the Venus, I rely entirely on the security of the foggy, dimly lit room, enjoying the sight to the fullest.
A leg now angles them a bit and braces her hands in the waist to which I can recognize long, slim fingers with also pink-colored nails.

The fat dog rises awkwardly, and in the sudden silence of the room, his moaning groans almost imploringly.

I do not dare to lift my eyes further than this mysterious belly button, embedded in a slender belly of a fictional topathlet, despite my longing for the upper part of this promising body and face.
Why had he let himself into the Schnapsidee, with his conical brothers out of the big city into the Upper Bavarian mountains and excellently a visit to a village church? Now it was too late for reproaches. Squeezed together, they sat on a wobbly wooden bench in front of a beer trolley table and were stunned by loud brass music, tobacco smoke and beer dripping. There was no escaping, he had to join the cronies, keep as fast as he could at the table and speak to his radar, laughing at the others, who, of course, paid homage to the freshly tapped Starkbier. On the other side of the table, soon after their arrival, a group of young ladies had taken their seats, all in the more or less free-spirited Dirndl and in the best mood. At least a glimpse of the light, he thought, and began to look at the dark and loud singing women. They were all middle-aged and seemed to come from the local dialect. The strong arms made an activity close to agriculture. This was also borne out by the deep-brown decolletes, which, owing to the tight lacing of the tops, partly threw numerous fine folds.

Somehow they exchanged in a music pause; The men presented themselves as a cone club from Munich and the ladies ostensibly as local country women. But then the marching band began again with a deafening din and brought the visitors of the festivals to their feet with boisterous marches and popular drum melodies. In between, the obligatory “up and down again and again” sounded, and hundreds of bodies rose to their command, and fell upon the groaning benches. Not infrequently the unaccustomed stormy movements shifted the ladies’ dirndl, so that occasionally a strip of white skin emerged between the red-brown decolletes and the bodice; Indeed, sometimes even a dark areola seemed to indicate itself, which, after the end of the piece of music, was, of course, immediately put to shame.

The chapel heated more and more and animated to the rising, later even to the climbing of the benches. So now manly figures, mature men, on shaky benches, clung to each other’s hands, trying to maintain their equilibrium. When, for the first time, the woman, who was exactly the opposite of him, stretched her arms to him, he simply let himself be carried away. He felt her strong hands and clearly the dull, rough skin. Strange that he, the cultivated city man, did not stare at this, but on the contrary fascinated in a special way. This touch gave him strength, diligence, and energy, and drew him in a strange way to this woman, who was surely standing with both legs in life. Besides, he felt more by chance that she did not wear a ring just like him.

The sentimental mood and sympathetic sympathy immediately made him agree to his habit when, at the next waltz, he expressed the desire to dance and laughed at him unmistakably. He was somewhat skeptical when she took him by the hand and moved to the dance floor below the musicians’ gallery; After all, he had no practice. But she showed herself very sensitive and moved her rather full-bodied body easily and elegantly to the music, led the partner to a large extent and took his initial inhibitions. Actually, she was a pretty preppy person in her pale blue, fine patterned dirndlrock, the dark blue bodice and the white blouse, which brought out her natural skin. Her black-brown eyes gleamed, and her shoulder-length black hair curled her curly face curly. When she approached him with slow music and streaked his cheek, he smelled the fresh scent of shampoo and subtle perfume.

In the meantime, she had given up the classical dance, placed both arms on his shoulders, and simply pulled him up. His right hand lay loosely on her back, and her left hand on her waist. Through the bodice he felt her soft skin and the curves of her hips. She also did not hesitate to be so close to him that her belly touched his pelvis. When had he felt such a closeness for the last time? He could have kept it forever and could continue for an indefinite time. But then the brass band paused; He slowly separated from her and bowed slightly. She picked up this gesture, laughing, and put a knick on her side. Then they stood in front of each other and he had trouble waking up from his dream world.

But she abruptly brought him back to reality, whispering to him that she must be somewhere urgent and urgent, but she felt uncomfortable to go to the toilets by night alone, over the dingy amusement park. He wondered, though, that she did not ask her friends as usual, but immediately agreed that he would accompany her, in all honors, of course; And she laughed ardently and drew him hastily to the exit. They did not talk much on the way between stalls and fairground attractions; Because first of all they were still quite out of breath, secondly the matter did not tolerate a delay. He assured him he was going to wait near the door, but she had already disappeared into the flat building.

After consulting the men’s department, he had to walk a few minutes at a reasonable distance from the entrance to the damentoilet, but shared this fate with several of the visitors who were waiting for their companions. It was well known to him that the ladies needed a certain amount of time to revise their appearance. Probably however the toilets were designed simply for the rush to advanced hour not spacious enough. The men had it much easier, he thought, who could just stand in front of a tiled wall in a row. After the door had opened ten times for other visitors, his companion finally appeared, freshly dressed, with radiant laughter and wrapped in the perfume of her perfume.