In the dimly lit sauna of a high-end spa in Manila, a woman with darker Filipina skin reclined on the wooden bench. Her name was Aling Rosa, a 38-year-old massage therapist who worked at the spa. The heat from the sauna enveloped her sweat-glistened body, her deep brown eyes closed as she indulged in the soothing warmth.
The sauna door creaked open, and the figure of a tall, lean, and muscular white man entered. He had a chiseled jaw, bright blue eyes, and a mop of sandy blond hair. He was the spa’s most frequent foreign guest, a 42-year-old American named Mr. Wallace.
Rosa’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of Mr. Wallace. Their eyes met, and she felt a familiar stirring within her. Rosa had been secretly attracted to him ever since he first started visiting the spa. She couldn’t help but notice how his muscles flexed as he moved, how his eyes sparkled when he smiled, and how his voice made her heart race.
Mr. Wallace returned Rosa’s gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips. He approached her, taking a seat next to her on the bench. The air grew thick with tension, the heat from the sauna almost unbearable, as they sat in silence.
Rosa broke the silence, “Mr. Wallace, I never see you in the sauna alone. Where is your wife?”
Mr. Wallace let out a sigh, “She’s not here today. We had a fight earlier. I needed some time alone.”
Rosa nodded, understanding the pain of a troubled marriage. “I know how it feels, Mr. Wallace. I too am alone.”
Mr. Wallace turned to Rosa, his eyes filled with curiosity. “What about your husband?”
Rosa hesitated, then sighed, “He left me two years ago. I haven’t seen him since.”
Mr. Wallace reached out, taking Rosa’s hand in his. “I’m sorry, Rosa. That must be hard for you.”
Their eyes met again, and this time, Rosa leaned in, pressing her lips against Mr. Wallace’s. He responded, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. Rosa’s hands roamed over his muscular chest, her heart pounding with excitement.
They broke their kiss, both of them panting heavily. Mr. Wallace whispered, “Rosa, I want you.”
Rosa smiled, her hand reaching down to unbuckle his belt. She pulled down his pants, freeing his hard cock. She leaned in, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Mr. Wallace moaned, his hands gripping the back of Rosa’s head.
After a few minutes of oral pleasure, Mr. Wallace pulled Rosa up, leading her to the sauna’s bench. He laid her down, spreading her legs apart. Rosa’s heart raced as she felt his cock pressing against her wet pussy.
“Yes, Mr. Wallace,” Rosa whispered.
Mr. Wallace entered her, filling her up. Rosa moaned, her nails digging into his back. He began to thrust, their bodies moving in rhythm. Rosa wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
Their moans filled the sauna, echoing off the wooden walls. Rosa’s body trembled, her orgasm building up. Mr. Wallace’s thrusts grew faster, harder, and Rosa cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
Mr. Wallace groaned, his cock twitching inside Rosa. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily. Rosa wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, their bodies glistening with sweat. Rosa looked up at Mr. Wallace, her eyes filled with warmth.
“Thank you, Mr. Wallace,” Rosa whispered.
Mr. Wallace smiled, his hand reaching down to caress Rosa’s cheek. “No, Rosa. Thank you.”
