In the dimly lit sauna, the air was thick with humidity and the scent of birch. The only sound was the occasional drip of water from the ceiling, accompanied by the rhythmic creaking of the wooden benches as bodies shifted in search of comfort.
In the corner, a woman reclined on the top bench, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. The soft light caught her ample cleavage, barely contained by the damp fabric of her swimsuit. Her eyes were closed, but her lips curved into a knowing smile, as if she knew she was being watched.
Across the room, a man’s gaze was drawn to her, unable to look away. He felt the familiar stirrings of desire as he took in the sight of her. Without a second thought, he rose and crossed the room, taking a seat beside her.
She opened her eyes and regarded him lazily, her gaze sweeping over his bare chest and muscular arms. She extended a hand, her fingers tracing a path down his arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“I’m Emily,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper.
“I’m Mark,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Without a word, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, tracing the contours of muscle and flesh. Emily’s fingers found their way to Mark’s nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. He groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her breasts.
He could feel the heat emanating from her body, even through the layers of fabric separating them. He could see the outline of her nipples, hard and erect. He longed to touch her bare skin, to feel the weight of her breasts in his hands.
Emily broke the kiss, her lips brushing against his ear.
“I want you, Mark,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. He slid his hands beneath her swimsuit, cupping her breasts. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, her nipples hard and sensitive beneath his fingers.
She moaned, her head falling back as he teased her nipples. He leaned in, his lips finding hers once more. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue exploring his mouth.
He slid his hand lower, tracing a path down her stomach. He could feel the dampness seeping through her swimsuit, a testament to her arousal. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready.
She moaned as he stroked her clit, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He added a second finger, curling them upwards to brush against her G-spot.
She cried out, her back arching off the bench. He continued to stroke her, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm. He could feel her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. She began to stroke him, her grip tight and sure.
He could feel the pressure building inside him, his balls tightening. He could feel the familiar tingling sensation in his spine. He was close, so close.
He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and harder. Emily’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with pleasure.
With a final, desperate cry, she came, her muscles clenching around his fingers. He continued to stroke her, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.
He could hold back no longer. He came, his cum spilling over Emily’s hand.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. The air was thick with the scent of sex and birch.
Emily looked at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
Mark could only nod, still too breathless to speak.
They sat there for a moment, enjoying the silence. And then, with a contented sigh, Emily rose, her swimsuit clinging to her damp skin.
“I think it’s time for a cool shower,” she said, her voice full of promise.
Mark could only agree. The night was still young, and there were still many pleasures to be had.
