It was a cold winter evening when I first laid eyes on her, in the dimly lit sauna of the local gym. She was a striking figure, with fiery red hair that cascaded down her shoulders and a confident air that immediately caught my attention. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her as I went through my usual routine, my heart racing every time our eyes met.
Her name was Saoirse, a name that rolled off the tongue as smoothly as she moved through the room. She was a few years older than me, with a strong, athletic build that hinted at her love for exercise. I was immediately drawn to her, and as the weeks went by, I found myself spending more and more time in the sauna, hoping for another chance encounter.
One day, as I sat across from her, our eyes locked and she gave me a small, coy smile. My heart skipped a beat as she stood up and walked over to me, her curves accentuated by the steam that filled the room.
“Hi there,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve seen you here before. I’m Saoirse.”
I stammered out my name, my mind racing with excitement. She asked if I wanted to join her for a drink after our sauna session, and I quickly agreed.
As we sat in the corner of the bar, sipping on our drinks, the conversation flowed easily between us. We talked about our shared love of exercise and the gym, and before I knew it, she was leaning in close, her hand on my thigh.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I want you.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, and now it was finally happening. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
She took my hand and led me to the back of the bar, where a small, dimly lit room was filled with plush cushions and low lighting. She pushed me down onto the cushions and climbed on top of me, her legs straddling my hips.
She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hands roamed over my body. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. She broke the kiss and began to kiss and nibble my neck, her hands reaching down to undo my pants.
She wrapped her hand around my cock, her grip firm and confident. She stroked me slowly, her thumb rubbing circles over the tip of my cock. I moaned, my hips bucking up involuntarily.
She leaned down and took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around my cock as she began to suck. She moved her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. I groaned, my hands reaching down to tangle in her hair.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva. She stood up and pulled off her pants, revealing a small, delicate tattoo on her hip. It was a simple, elegant design, and I couldn’t help but reach out and trace my fingers over it.
She smiled and pushed me back down onto the cushions, her body hovering over mine. She reached down and guided my cock inside of her, her pussy wet and hot. She began to ride me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.
I reached up and cupped her breasts, my thumbs rubbing over her nipples. She moaned, her hips moving faster. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles clenching around my cock.
She leaned down and kissed me again, her tongue probing my mouth as she ground her hips against mine. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening.
“I’m close,” she whispered, her voice husky and breathless. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.”
That was all it took. I groaned, my hips bucking up as I filled her with my cum. She moaned, her muscles milking every last drop from my cock.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. She smiled at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
I couldn’t have agreed more. It was a night I would never forget.
