Sauna

There’s something about saunas. Many people turn them up to maximum and sit there visibly uncomfortable, behaving like people who are trying to eat the hottest curry available even though they’re loathing every mouthful. 

But that’s not the point of a sauna. Oh you need them hot, certainly, but there’s a sweet spot. A temperature hot enough to make you sweat, but not so hot you feel you’re burning. In that zone, you find yourself just slowly sinking into a warm oozing puddle of thoughts that can take you who knows where? 

Some use a sauna in a towel, some a bikini or swimming costume, others, like me, do so naked. We have ultra-thick sauna towels to sit on which provide a comfortable resting spot, and also absorb sweat and whatever else from me. 

But today, I wasn’t alone. Dani had asked to come in with me. We weren’t engaged in conversation. She was sitting diagonally opposite to me, her back against the corner and one foot raised and on the seat, that leg’s knee flopped casually aside onto the wall. Her other foot on the floor and that knee also slightly aside. And yes, obviously….this gave me a perfect view of her sex. 

I was in an almost mirror-image position. As I said we weren’t chatting. We had both sunk into that velvety place of yumminess where thoughts drift past like leaves on a light breeze. Thoughts both divine and profane, elevated and vulgar, they came and went. 

I opened my eyes and looked at the vision of perfection opposite me, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I could so easilly have licked every fine droplet from her gorgeous  body and not counted the time as wasted. 

Then….oh my…..then it happened. A small, milky-white drop of pearlescence emerged from her hole and hung there for a moment before slipping down, and disappearing between her bum cheeks. My nose had, of course, noted her scent in the air of the sauna some time earlier, but this….oh, this was perfection added to perfection! 

She didn’t open her eyes, not utter a sound. Her right hand lazily drifted to her clit and softly as fresh falling snow, she began to masturbate. I simply can’t describe it…you had to be there. A small touch of her clit…which morphed into slow circles….which in turn became a more firm lateral manipulation, until her face crumpled into exquisite agony as she came. A single jet of squirt stained her towel and slowly the orgasm set her down where it had found her and without troubling her to full consciousness, she simply dozed on. 

What a beautiful thing to have witnessed….how exquisite….how privileged. That she should feel so comfortable, so at home with me that she could do this, and relax in such a complete way. 

Well, of course I had to as well. I’m only human after all. But I wasn’t going to sully the moment by trying to involve Dani in it. She knows well enough now that if she wishes to, she is always welcome. 

My body soon let me know that it needed penetration. Two fingers of my right hand slipped effortlessly into me and curled around to find the smooth pad of my g-spot. The familiar feelings of sexual excitement and urgency to pee stabbed through me, and I waited for Miss Brain to supply some mentally stimulating imagery. In the end, all she did was to suggest that the small white pearl wasn’t Dani at all, but the semen of her lover. The notion of her just having been fucked did it nicely, and I slipped into the deep chasm of orgasm.

Soon after, we both shifted into a different plane of consciousness. We were able to talk now, yet we were both aware of what the other had done. Dani smiled that cheeky, sexy grin of hers. “Good one?” I nodded. “What were you thinking about?” And I told her I had seen a single white pearl of girl cum escape her, but I had fantasized it was her lover’s semen. She smiled. I asked her if she had been thinking of something in particular? “Yes…I was thinking of your panties…the little pink pair with the bow that’s falling off.” I knew the pair she meant. “I was thinking how sexy they look after you’ve worn them, and the way your cum stains look in the crotch. I…well…you probably know anyway….i, um, use them quite often.” 

We talked for a while before plucking up courage to leap Ont at a time into the plunge pool. Kept at a nipple-hardening +5 degrees, this physically hurts, and rips your breath from you, but is supposed to be highly beneficial. All I know is that it makes my nipples painfully hard. So hard in fact that the little piercings almost disappear. Afterwards, back into the sauna, but only to warm up to operating temperature, then a shower. 

Dani, soaped up in a shower should be made illegal. I defy anyone who gets to watch her soap herself up from getting aroused. 

Well yes, of course we did. It started out by me soaping her back, my fingers slipping between her bum cheeks and then further down to her labia. Her hands on my boobs, and then between my legs. Us holding tightly to one another as we came on each other’s hands while muttering obscenities and calling one another names. 

Well….some sad news to end with. Dani leaves us in the New Year. An opportunity has come up which is simply too good for her to miss. She leaves on 4th January. How on earth we will find a replacement I have no idea.