I Stumble Upon My Good Boy In Sauna

It's insane the pressure I can feel between the two of us, even after all this time apart. The coincidence is huge, that we are both here at the same place, all these years later. Maybe such a strong connection can cause these coincidences, I ponder, as I catch myself watching you from across the humid wooden hut again. I've come away for the weekend to get some headspace after a difficult time at work, the stress had become too much for me, and I needed to get out of my house, to escape the everyday mayhem, to try and re-centre. I'd seen the advert for the spa retreat in the woods and jumped at it. A little escapism was just what I needed, and now here you are, as if it was meant to be, this reunion. I catch you watching me back and my face flushes slightly. How can you still have this effect on me so long after I last saw you? I remember to hold it together, I'm different than I was back then, I am more in control, better at being the one in charge, the one keeping my cool. Still, it's challenging to keep my cool when the temperate in this sauna is so high. I can feel the beads of sweat trickling between my tits and I resist the urge to swipe them away, enjoying the look on your face as you notice it. Maybe it'll be just what I needed, I muse, to return to our old dynamic just for the one weekend...

Slowly, deliberately, I slightly part my legs, knowing full well that you are watching. The heat, the humidity, the wooden hut filled with strangers, all unknown to me, apart from you, makes me feel like being a little wild. I part them further, then run my fingers slowly up my thigh, until they rest at the top of my legs, where they meet. Your eyes burn into mine. I know I've got you where I want you, once again.

A little later, at dinner, you make a beeline for the seat next to mine. I smile inwardly, but ignore you as you take your seat. I am back in control fully, and I don't want you to know how much it pleases me to have you next to me, to be so close that I can almost feel how hard your heart is hammering, to be this close to your goddess once more. I manage to keep up the coolness for a while until I can't any longer. I turn to you and make small talk, ask how you are, how you've been. We keep this pretence up for most of the meal, acting like this isn't as big a deal as we both know it is. But towards the end, I move my hand down onto your thigh, and the intake of breath that you make I'm sure can be heard by the entire table. I can feel you tremble under my touch and it makes me instantly wet. I need to be alone with you. I whisper, barely audible "follow me at the end of dinner". You nod, equally discrete, you know the drill.

After dessert, as the remainder of those at the table continue to talk, I slowly stand and make my way towards my apartment, acknowledging you standing a suitable time after me, following in my footsteps. I make it to my front door and put the key card against the door, wanting a moment to myself before you arrive. I stand with my back against the door and breathe in slowly. Show time, I tell myself, collecting myself and smoothing down my floor length black silk gown as I hear your approach. The tentative knock on the door has shivers running down my spine, I open it and smile slowly, lazily. "Hello you".

You look nervous, it turns me on, drives me to pull you inside the room by your collar, enjoying the thrill it gives me as the shock registers on your face. You're out of practice when it comes to this, I can tell immediately, and it makes me all the more turned on. I push you up against the door, feeling you tremble under my touch. I tell you to get on your knees and you instantly obey, falling so easily back into the dynamic we had before, wanting to please me, wanting to make me happy. My own hands tremble as I instruct you to move in front of the bed, to remove your clothing, to prepare for inspection. I want you so badly, I hope you can't tell. I hope you can just see the power in my eyes, to feel it emanating from me as I fall back into my own role of being in charge of you. You remove everything, kneeling in front of me, your hands on your head, exposed, ready for me to make sure you are acceptable. Your whole body is vibrating, nervous energy radiating from you. I want to take you right here and now but somehow I resist. I tell you that you're being such a good boy for me, and I love the way your already hard cock bobs in front of me, standing to attention, wanting me to touch you, to feel you, to tease you. My own pussy becomes soaking wet at the sight of it, but I keep my face neutral, not letting on the effect you still have on me. I move along your body, stroking it softly, examining you, putting you fully on display as I make sure you're acceptable for me. Slowly, surely, I approve of every inch of you, and then I stand, turn away from you, drink from the glass I've brought from the table, from dinner, slowly, to steady my nerves. Then I turn back, a small smile playing at my lips, "good boy, I'm ready to play again now".....

To be continued...