The Steam Club At Loud Elk Lodge "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. "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? "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 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.