In the dimly lit sauna, the air was thick with humidity and the scent of sweat. The dark-skinned man, muscles glistening, leaned back against the wooden bench, eyes closed in relaxation. The woman, also dark-skinned, her skin a shade lighter than his, entered the room, wrapped in a towel.
She approached him, her hips swaying gently. He opened his eyes, taking in her curves, the way her damp hair clung to her neck. She sat down next to him, their thighs touching. He looked at her, his gaze intense, and she met his stare, a small smile playing on her lips.
Their conversation was light, easy, but all the while, the tension between them grew. She leaned in closer, her arm brushing against his. He turned towards her, their faces inches apart. She closed her eyes, anticipation building, and then his lips were on hers.
Their kiss was slow, languid, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. His hands roamed her body, caressing her shoulders, her back, her thighs. She responded in kind, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She gasped, her head falling back, giving him better access. He took advantage, his tongue tracing a path down to her collarbone, his hands cupping her breasts.
She moaned, her nipples hardening under his touch. He squeezed, his fingers rolling the sensitive peaks. She arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands. He continued his assault, his mouth now on her nipples, sucking and biting gently.
She was writhing now, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He moved lower, his lips brushing against her stomach. She gasped as he hooked his fingers under the edge of her towel, pulling it away.
He looked at her, taking in her nakedness, her dark skin glowing in the dim light. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. She gasped, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.
He licked and sucked, his fingers playing with her clit. She was moaning now, her hips bucking against his mouth. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her tightness. She was close, so close.
He quickened his pace, his tongue and fingers working in tandem. She cried out, her back arching as she came. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping up her juices, his fingers still inside her.
She finally pushed him away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. She reached for him, her hand closing around his hard cock. He groaned, his head falling back.
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his length. He was close, so close. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Cum for me,” she whispered.
And he did, his hot seed spilling over her hand. She milked him, her hand still moving, until he was spent.
They sat there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowing. The room was silent, save for the sound of their heavy breathing.
Finally, she stood up, grabbing her towel. He watched her, his eyes following her every move. She looked at him, a small smile on her lips.
“See you next time,” she said, before walking out of the room.
He leaned back, his body spent, his mind still reeling from their encounter. He closed his eyes, the image of her naked body, her moans, her scent, still lingering in his mind.
The end.
