In the bustling city of Jakarta, Indonesia, there was a high-end spa that catered to the elite. One of its most popular attractions was the bra sauna, a small, private room where women could sit and steam their bras while relaxing in the heat.
One day, two women, Sari and Dewi, found themselves in the bra sauna at the same time. Sari was a successful businesswoman in her late 20s, with long, dark hair and curves in all the right places. Dewi, on the other hand, was a petite college student with a playful smile and a mischievous glint in her eye.
As they sat in the sauna, Sari couldn’t help but notice how Dewi’s breasts looked in her lacy bra. She felt a familiar heat pooling in her own core as she imagined what those breasts would look like freed from their confines.
Dewi, noticing Sari’s gaze, smiled slyly and stood up, making her way over to where Sari was sitting. She leaned down, her breasts spilling out of her bra, and whispered in Sari’s ear, “I know what you’re thinking.”
Sari’s heart raced as Dewi’s lips brushed against her ear. She reached up and cupped Dewi’s breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. Dewi moaned softly as Sari’s thumbs brushed over her nipples.
Sari stood up, her own breasts pressing against Dewi’s as they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s bodies, their hands roaming over each other’s curves.
Dewi pushed Sari back onto the bench, climbing on top of her and straddling her hips. She ground down against Sari, their wet heat mingling through their thin lace underwear.
Sari reached down and slid Dewi’s underwear to the side, her fingers finding Dewi’s wet folds. Dewi moaned as Sari’s fingers circled her clit, her hips bucking against Sari’s hand.
Sari slipped a finger inside of Dewi, feeling her tight walls clench around her. Dewi threw her head back, moaning loudly as Sari added a second finger.
Dewi reached down and pulled Sari’s underwear to the side, her fingers finding Sari’s slick folds. She stroked Sari’s clit in time with her own movements, their moans filling the small room.
Sari came first, her muscles clenching around Dewi’s fingers as she cried out. Dewi followed shortly after, her own orgasm crashing over her as she ground down against Sari’s hand.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, before cleaning up and getting dressed. As they left the sauna, they exchanged a sly smile, knowing that they would never forget their stolen moment in the bra sauna.
