It was a cold winter evening when Miranda, a tall and curvaceous brunette, decided to visit the local spa. She was a woman of 35, with a body that could still turn heads. Her hair was a messy pile of curls, cascading down her shoulders, and her push-up bra was barely contained by the flimsy robe she wore.
In the sauna, she found herself alone, the heat causing her skin to glisten with sweat. She lay back on the wooden bench, her eyes closed, when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes to see a man, a little older than her, enter. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His hair was disheveled, and he wore a pair of black swimming trunks that did little to hide his arousal.
Miranda’s heart skipped a beat as she took in the sight of him. She had always been attracted to older men, and this one was no exception. She watched as he made his way to the other end of the sauna, his eyes never leaving hers. She could feel the heat building inside her, not just from the sauna, but from the desire that was coursing through her veins.
Without a word, the man got up and made his way towards her. He sat down next to her, their bodies mere inches apart. Miranda could feel the heat radiating off him, and she found herself wanting him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky.
Miranda blushed, looking away. “Thank you,” she murmured.
The man leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “I want you,” he whispered.
Miranda turned to face him, her eyes wide with desire. “Here?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man nodded, his hand reaching out to touch her face. “Yes, here,” he said, his fingers tracing her jawline.
Miranda’s heart pounded in her chest as the man leaned in to kiss her. His lips were soft, and his tongue explored her mouth with a passion that Miranda had never experienced before. She found herself responding, her hands reaching up to touch his chest.
The man’s hands were everywhere, touching her body in all the right places. He cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Miranda gasped, her body arching towards him.
The man’s fingers found the hem of her robe, pulling it up to reveal her body. He groaned as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching out to touch her. Miranda’s breath hitched as his fingers traced her body, lingering on her breasts and her hips.
The man’s mouth found her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Miranda moaned, her hands reaching out to touch his hair. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body aching for more.
The man’s hand found its way between her legs, his fingers teasing her through the fabric of her panties. Miranda gasped, her hips bucking towards him. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke of his fingers.
With a growl, the man pulled her panties to the side, his fingers finding her wetness. Miranda moaned as he entered her, her body arching towards him. The man’s fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit.
Miranda could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure. She looked up at the man, her eyes pleading. “Please,” she whispered.
The man didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled his fingers out of her, his hand reaching for his cock. Miranda gasped as she took in the sight of him, her body aching to feel him inside her.
The man positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her. Miranda moaned as he entered her, her body welcoming him. The man started to move, his hips thrusting against hers.
Miranda could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body trembling with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. The man’s thrusts became faster, harder.
Miranda could feel herself getting closer, her body trembling with pleasure. With a cry, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. The man followed soon after, his body shuddering as he came.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in short gasps. The man pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her wetness.
Miranda looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. “Again?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The man grinned, his eyes filled with lust. “Again,” he said, his hand reaching out to touch her.
And so they continued, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time itself. Their moans echoing in the sauna, their bodies leaving a mess on the wooden bench. It was a stolen encounter that Miranda would never forget.
