I Went Back to Rio’s

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I went back to Rio’s this week, the naturist sauna club, in Northwest London. I’d spent half a decade there, hanging out, getting laid, getting warm and then suddenly stopped five years ago when I met a guy who didn’t like me going there. I’d said, “OK, I won’t go back,” because I loved him and figured I’d had enough of being a swinger; it was time to settle down.

I’d thought about it often over the years, especially on the days when the weather was so cold and miserable, that it felt like my bones were freezing over. On those days, I missed Rio’s steam room and of being able to lie in there, often alone, for hours, until I was so warm, I could walk outside with my jacket half undone on a 5-degree day.

Other times, I thought about going back for the sex and the camaraderie. I wanted to be with other like-minded people, naked and free. Rio’s was a place I could always count on for a chat with a stranger and a fuck on the side… if I wanted it. I could have a steam, a sauna and go home. I always thought of it not so much as a swinging club but an erotic leisure centre. Even standing next to a naked man with a semi-hard on, showering, was a turn-on. How many other places could provide so much for the £8 entrance fee?

From time to time, I’d find myself in Kentish Town and I’d pass the place and I’d wonder whether it had changed. Would there still be a tin of McVities digestive biscuits at the bar? Could I still order a tuna sweet corn sandwich? I’d wonder they’d tarted it up, got a new steam room, whether there was still fake grass in the garden to lie upon. I’d reminisce in my head about the fun times I’d had, the laughs, the horny sex, and all the people I’d met.

For some long, it was my refuge. I’d pop my clothes and mobile phone in the yellow locker by the entrance and then forget about everything. It was like being dropped onto an alien planet where I could be and do just what I wanted and everyone was accepting. OK, maybe not the woman behind the bar, that always seemed to be wearing Marigolds, but all the rest didn’t seem to mind what did. For the few hours that I was there, I wasn’t anyone’s mother, or boss, or friend; I was just a naked middle-aged woman, usually amongst a sea of men.

Admittedly, the place was not for everyone. I tried to bring a girlfriend once and she wasn’t having any of it. “I get why you like it here,” she said, sitting in the steam room in a bikini while a guy opposite us leered at her. “But it’s not for me.”

In any case, now I’m single again, I figured, why not? I’d know soon enough, once I got inside, whether I really had moved on. I checked the weather report and it looked like being a glorious, hot day. I wanted to lie naked in a garden, soaking up the sun, and I couldn’t think of anywhere else in London where that was possible… besides Rios. Maybe I was looking for an excuse to go back too.

I checked Citymapper and it said I could be there in 40 minutes. A bus was leaving in 5 minutes. That was all the reason I needed. A small part of me was scared so I grabbed a bikini bottom before I left. In the past, I’d always gone completely naked because, after all, it was a naturist club but this time I didn’t feel so bold; I wanted some protection. And I’d taken one further precaution by enlisting someone to come with me, a local guy who was on a swinging site and seemed nice and attractive enough. I knew, if worse came to worse, we could ditch each other.

I went up to the door and paid the entrance fee, grateful that the woman taking my money was not the same one I remembered from my past. That woman always used to give me the up and down with her eyes as if to say, “I know what you get up to here.” Despite being five years since I’d last passed over that threshold, I half expected everything to be just as I’d left it.

I grabbed my towel, was buzzed through the door, noticing the new shiny, black mirrors in the changing area. Then I saw the familiar lockers with their key on a wide elastic strap. There was the same bin in the corner for our wet towels and the one, lone chair in the other. The rest was familiar too, although now in the garden there were rows of green plastic chairs where none had been years earlier, many of them broken. Some building supplies were tucked in a corner too like they always had been. Funny how some things never change.

I met my new friend and it turned out we had a lot in common, both being media folk and from North London. We were grateful when it turned out that our children, around the same ago, did not know each other. Conversation flowed easily. I went out and brought back a couple of beers from the shop across the street. A Hungarian guy came and sat down next to us and told us about the swinging club he used to run near Budapest. A guy opposite heard my American accent and asked my views on Trump, of course. Later, a man came round with some ice cream he had bought nearby and offered us each one. ‘What’s a hot day without ice cream?’ he said. My companion was smiling from ear to ear. “I can’t believe I’ve passed this place every day and never been inside.”

We struck up a conversation with a nice couple and, before too long, we were all playing together in one of the small side rooms. Sweat pouring off our bodies (the room was very small), we kissed and licked and fucked until the heat became unbearable. They were cute and fun. I hadn’t kissed a woman in a while; I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed it. How soft and small a woman’s mouth always felt compared to a man’s. Her boyfriend was well hung, horny and hard.

“I guess you’re back on the horse,” said my new friend. “Yes, I guess I am,” I said.

Something tells me I’ll be going back again soon.

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20 thoughts on

I Went Back to Rio’s

  • Nick Moore

    Hi i’ve been 4 times and seen nothing of this behaviour. Am i looking in the wrong place. Can you give me details as i’m back in London on Saturday and hoping to get some action

  • Darren

    I have always been to shy to go In but I will go when I’m off work next week, do guys have to be completely naked, I mean I’m cool showing off my shaven bits.

    • Tim

      I love it when i get a semi or a hard on in the shower and a woman is next to me.
      I just wish they would stare or say something.

      • Siobhan

        I would definitely approach you!

  • Sundip Patel

    This the most beautiful place where I used to enjoy small talk with sexy women and enjoy couples. I want to start going back again.

  • Danny

    no doubts the place has potential to be a really nice place, but for a “naturist” place too much shyness is tolerated – in which REAL naturist club you would be allowed to walk around in a swimsuit?

    In the same vein – probably just to get in a many people in as possible – a blind eye is turned to people openly smoking joints in the back garden, next to the sign saying that it’s not allowed. Until the neighbours had enough of the smell?

  • Dave Webb

    Great to have you back! Funny enough I gave it 5 years before returning.

  • Rekaut

    I love to go back there is any woman here want to have sex with me let we go together im 42 good looking man

  • Kevin & Michele

    We are a married couple and been there many times over the years, we’ve met some great guys and lovers my wife loves black guys so always plenty for her to go round.

  • D

    Hello Stranger! I haven’t been for two or three years but have been wondering lately…
    Maybe we’ll bump in to each other 🙂

    Blast from the past 😉


  • polat

    Am a bloke in my 50s… Do I go naked or wear a towel

  • James

    I haven’t been for a long time, but there used to be an older woman who did massages and she would let me lick her ass hole after the massage

  • Chris

    Hi, I’m a single guy who’s never been to one of these places before. I really would have liked to have tried Rio Sauna before now, but I guess those of you who can recall being first timers will know sometimes that’s easier said than done! 🙂

    I’m thinking of taking a visit there and just wondered if you could advise when it is a good day for a single chap to go, thanks! 🙂

    • Advantages of Age

      If you’re seeking fun with couples, Saturday late afternoon is your best bet.

  • Antonio Chambers

    Any couples or single ladies going to be at Rios tomorrow I haven’t been back to Rio’s since

  • Jerome Williams

    What’s the best time for couples and single ladies?

    • Advantages of Age

      Couples Saturday late afternoon, just before the couples night kicks off. Alternatively, you could try very late when it finishes!

  • Tall Black G*guy

    Ouch! with this Corona virus. I hope “WE WILL MEET AGAIN “.

    I love wondering around the showers, sauna and the back rooms to watch my Turkish boys!.

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