A Night In The Sauna

It was a beautiful July evening in the Pacific Northwest. A thin sliver of moon graced the skyline and the air had a mystical quality to it, while the crickets chirred in the underbrush and a few frogs croaked here and there. The temperature was around 70 degrees at 9 pm and I walked slowly from the house to the sauna, savoring the perfection of the night.

Some friends of mine had asked me to house sit for them for a month while they were on vacation. Not being very flush at the time, house sitting for them seemed like a vacation to me, so it was a good deal. They had several acres on the edge of the Puget Sound and the house was a classic shake roof affair with amazing wood construction throughout. Surrounded by fir and alder trees, it overlooked the water and had several outbuildings that also sat among the trees behind the house, including a sauna constructed of cedar wood. The glow of a light on the building led me to it in the dusk, and I was looking forward to an evening with myself, some music and a bottle of wine.

I arrived at the sauna and opened the door. There was an entryway before you walked in that would keep the heat from escaping and I stepped into it and checked the thermometer on the wall that showed the temperature in the main room. A perfect 100 degrees. Perfect for me, anyway. I could stay in longer this way without getting a headache.

I hooked up my phone to the stereo system with a cord and then picked out an old jazz Trumpet album, one of those funky, stretched out albums from the 70's. I chose a tune I liked because it was a nice slow, sensuous groove that seemed to go on forever, maybe 30 minutes, then set it to repeat. Just let it play, I say.

I got undressed and grabbed a towel, then poured a glass of wine before I went inside. I opened the door and quickly was met with a welcome blast of hot, moist air. I closed it and headed towards one of the reclining benches in the room, laying down an extra large towel that I'd grabbed so I could have something to lie on. Then I stepped over to

the sauna heater unit and poured some water with eucalyptus oil on the coals. It hissed angrily, emitting a cloud of steam into the room that smelled great combined with the scent of cedar.

I was ready. I took a few sips of wine and lay down on the towel, soon becoming absorbed in the music, letting the heat soak into my body. It didn't take more than a few minutes before I broke a sweat, but I could stay in a long time at this temperature setting. I just rubbed it around on my skin, glistening in the golden half light of the inner room. I had turned the lights way down to stay in a kind of twilight time, I guess. Perfect. I was grooving.

I had been there in a blissful trance for about 20 minutes when I thought I heard... a knock at the door. Yes, there it was, not very loud, but definitely there. I got up and put the towel around myself and went out into the entranceway. I had no idea who it was and it gave me kind of a start; I thought that I was out here all alone.

"Who is it?" I said.

"Oh... I'm so sorry," I heard a voice say. "I'm a neighbor that knows the owners."

I opened the door a crack. Standing there was a lovely woman, in her 20's. She smiled. She had shoulder length curly black hair and beautiful eyes. I realized that we were not strangers. I had seen her at a barbecue at the residence before the owners left. We had talked a little and that was it. Kira was her name. I was about 10 years older than her, I guessed.

"Hey, I know you."

"Yeah, I saw you at the party the other day. Are you sitting the place?"

"Yes I am." I was growing a little nervous, not sure what to say.

"Well" she said "Maybe I should go..."

I said "I could probably say something stupid now, but I don't want to... I, ahh..." I trailed off.

She laughed. "I... I... maybe I could just spend 20 minutes in there and I would be out of your hair. I know you're a nice guy. does that seem really forward of me?"

"No. No." I smiled. "We have to come to some sort of decision here, and I'm starting to get cold. Look, I'm going back inside. Grab a robe or a towel, and there's some wine if you want. I'm grooving, so I want to continue grooving."

She laughed again. "We all want to continue grooving!" she enthused. I went back to my previous location and resumed my position, wondering a little about the situation. Me, a gorgeous night, sensual music, trees and moss all around, a slice of moon in the sky, the air still and warm, and a beautiful woman showing up at the door with no one around for a mile.

As I pondered the amazing nature of all these synchronous events, she stepped in, wearing a dark red robe and holding a small paper cup that she'd filled with wine. She closed the door and breathed in the scent of eucalyptus and cedar with pleasure

before taking a seat on the bench across from me.

"Thank you so much for letting me share your space, friend. I promise, I'll keep it down over here and just sweat for a while. Hey, that's some really nice music. Is that Miles?"

I was immediately impressed. "Yeah. I've been grooving on that music for ages. It's perfect for situations like this, hanging in a sauna, or just cultivating an otherworldly atmosphere."

"Grooving. I like that. We all need to groove more. I know I do." She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning back and adjusting to the heat.

We just left it at that for a while. We conversed about various subjects, music, things at work, hiking. Meanwhile, other things were happening. I had pulled the towel around me out of modesty, but being in a darkened room in the proximity of a lovely female had yielded predictable results; as my mind wandered a little, I started to get an erection. I tried to will it away, but to no avail. I just put my hands over that part of me and hoped that the dim light would keep it from being obvious. I took a sip of wine, keeping my hand over my rigid member.

After about 15 minutes that I spent in sort of a delirium produced by the intensity of it all, she said "Do you believe in synchronicity?"

"Ahhh.... yes. Yes I do. Things happen for a reason, if that's what you mean."

"Well, Devin.... your name is Devin, right?"

"That's me."

"Look at the night. Isn't it gorgeous? The air is perfect. It's almost like a liquid. The moon. The trees. The music. I didn't know anyone would be here, but I arrive and there's a beautiful man at the sauna, listening to great music and being quite accommodating. You must know that I..." She hesitated. "I find you, um, quite attractive." Another laugh. She looked at me, slyly, sheepishly.

"I caught your eye at the party" I said. "I thought there was something there, but I didn't see you again. You are definitely, ahh, sexy, that's for sure...." Again I trailed off, smiling.

"Well, Devin, now that we've settled that, we have to... come to some kind of resolution....but....you know what we have to do first?" she said, slowly.

"What?" I ventured, cautiously.

"You aren't supposed to be wearing clothes in a sauna. I'm just too hot wearing this robe. So.... I'm taking it off. I'm sure you've seen naked girls once or twice, so there's nothing for it..." She leaned forward and pulled the robe off her shoulders, undoing the

belt and laying it down so she could sit on it. I got up enough nerve to look over at her after a few minutes. She was leaning back against the wall with her eyes closed. A light sheen of sweat could be seen in the dim light. I was stunned. Her breasts were medium large and fantastic, the nipples slightly puffy. She had pulled her legs up so that her feet were on the bench and she held her knees with her hands. The music continued to change and morph, the trumpet bleating out sensuous phrases on his

horn occasionally, the rhythms tribal and primitive at times.

"Devin".

"Yeah?"

"Umm...you have to get rid of the towel." She smiled at me, eyebrows raised for a moment.

"Well," I said, "I'm... having a... physical reaction. You're very.... uh...." I stopped.

"I've seen naked men before. I've seen a penis."

"I, ah, have... an erection. I don't want to make you uncomfortable...."

She sighed, then said, "I won't be. Everyone should be naked in a sauna..." She stopped. "Do yourself a favor. Get comfortable. I don't want to effect the fun factor. Keep grooving, remember?"

Grooving. Grooving. I sighed and pulled the towel slowly away from my midriff, then off of me entirely. My cock sprang up, rigid and trembling. I lay there with my eyes closed. Some minutes ticked by as we absorbed the heat.

She breathed deeply. I looked over at her again and she had now spread her knees apart. I could see her vulva clearly, even in the dim light. She looked at me, eyes half closed.

"You have the most lovely cock, I have to say. No need to hide it....." she whispered.

The moment hung there, my rock hard penis twitching on occasion as she enjoyed looking at my sex. Soon, a drop of seminal fluid came out of me and dripped down on my stomach. I groaned ever so softly. Something was going to happen.

Then she lifted her wine cup, drained it, then went over and locked the door. It was now clear. We both were committed to consensual sex in a sauna. Then she padded quietly over to where I was laying, breasts swaying, a sex goddess in a darkened room with me. When she arrived, she leaned down and kissed me on the mouth and we melted into one another as the music played and the sweat ran across our bodies. I sucked her lips and savored some of the best kissing I've ever had. Beyond description, really. After a minute or two I slowly raised my hand to one dangling breast, rubbing my palm against her nipple ever so gently, her skin covered with beads of sweat. She made a soft noise as I did. My hand drifted around as we kissed, caressing whatever I could reach. Her left hand crept down towards my painfully hard cock, brushing my pubic hair a bit.

Softly she said "I guess this is as good of a place to start as any". Then, very gently, she took me between her thumb and forefinger and lifted my penis so that it pointed straight up. I let out a breath I'd been holding.

"Impressive", she murmured. The fluid dripping from me glistened in the low light. With a fingertip she rubbed it around, lubricating the head with my own juices. I drew in a breath. Then she opened her mouth and took the glans between her lips, lightly circling the purple knob with her tongue. After a moment or two she lowered her head and took more of me into her mouth, bobbing her head a bit. She stopped for a

moment and licked up and down the shaft until I was completely wet, alternately licking the head like an ice cream cone. I groaned lowly.

This went on for a while. There was no doubt that Kira loved sucking my cock. She held my fat testicles in one hand as she gave me masterful, sensual oral sex, treating my penis like a rare and lovely food, licking the head and shaft again, letting her fingers slowly glide up and down my erect penis. As she stuck out her tongue and started wetting my balls with saliva, I slid my hand up her leg and touched her vagina. She was sopping wet, and her juices were flowing down her thighs. I rubbed it around, then lifted my fingers a bit more to touch her vulva. She jerked a bit, then moved one leg apart from the other. allowing me better access. I found her entrance, and inserted one finger very slowly. Her knees trembled, but she made no sound. One at a time she had sucked both testicles into her mouth, swirling her tongue around, my balls sopping wet with saliva and sweat. She moaned as I moved my finger in her body, and, as I did, she slid her hand up and down my rock hard shaft, masturbating me.

We continued this way for minutes. I now had two fingers in her vagina and she slightly bowed her legs to let me gain further entry into her body. She was moaning regularly now. She stopped jacking me off and sucked my cock as deep as she could get it

into her mouth, her hair brushing against my stomach and balls, which I found incredibly erotic.

"Get on top of me" I whispered. She let me slip out of her mouth and got up on the table, swinging a leg over so that she straddled me. Then she lay down on top and we were kissing again, melting, far away. We were both covered with sweat and our glistening bodies glided around on each other, our hands drifting every which way, her breasts sliding across my chest. My hands went down to her cheeks and I pulled them apart, wondering what that would look like. She then reached down and put the tip of my cock precisely at the entrance of her vagina.

Before I did anything else, she looked at me and said. "Slow. Slow. We have all the time in the world. Slowly. Please." I nodded and smiled. Such class. With hardly any movement I was starting to slip inside her as we rubbed and kissed, a quarter inch at a time, my cock as hard as I've ever been, throbbing and twitching as her vagina opened to me. Soon, I was completely inside of her, all eight inches. She was fairly tight and it didn't seem like she had often had something that large inside of. Both our organs were twitching and our breathing had quickened a bit.

I decided to take charge, rolling over and putting her on the bottom. "Hey!" she said, playfully. I leaned back far enough to give her breasts some attention, sucking her nipples and licking around them, admiring her dark aureoles, squeezing and kneading them with my hands. She made soft noises as she moved her legs up and down my calves. I pushed my hands into her dark hair, kissing her deeply again. Then I started to move, very slowly.

The music was taking us places. A cricket. The air. I pulled out of her until only the tip was in her, pushing it in and out for a minute before I slipped completely back into her, making her groan. Then again, teasing her. She pushed up against me, but I pulled back, denying her my penis. Then I slid back into her deeply again, taking my time, wanting her to have the best sex ever, wanting it to come from me. I thrust suddenly, then stopped. I pulled out and stayed there as she slowly ran her hands down my back. Then I jerkedsuddenly again, pushing, pulling, fucking slowly with the wild music, thrusting over and over for a while, then stopping, pulling back out and stopping, dancing, a fucking dance, the hot air, the sweat, the frogs. I started what seemed to be a regular rhythm, then stopped. Then thrust into her with the rhythm of the drums, sliding in slowly with the bleat of the sensual trumpet. Her face and body were covered in sweat, her vagina clutching at me, sending me a message. I was building, she was building, we were both locked into a sensual dream, our senses in disarray as we approached orgasm, slipping around, clinging, urgently caressing. I pulled out again with my teasing move and she moved her hand down to me, sliding her fingers up and down my sopping member just for a moment before I plunged back in again.We were arriving, like a train in a station, moving together, our smells mingling, our tongues and lips finding pleasure wherever they could, her back now arching, pelvis thrusting in time with the music, always slowly, but intensely, a clutching vagina on my cock, her

slippery breasts rubbing against my chest, we moved, we moaned, we came to a height and stayed there as our climax slowly arrived.

Her eyes were closed now and her mouth was open. Her legs had a lock on my mine and we were bound together as one, the wave starting to engulf us. Suddenly she looked me straight in the eyes, a look of concern on her face. I could feel her vaginal walls starting to clutch and spasm as she started to come. I moved just a little more quickly now, the full length of me sliding in and out of her, stopping to tease, then back in. We were moaning in unison as we arrived at that station, and the time was now as the sperm started shooting out of me and deep inside her as she grabbed me tightly, wriggling and twisting beneath me as we fucked in a glorious sensual dance in the baking sauna.

After some time, she said "That was so beautiful. Your cock is....perfect in me. Thank you for going so slow. And grooving..." She kissed me on the mouth again, blending. I decided to pull out for a while, slowly rising to my knees, my turgid penis slipping out of her, then dangling in front of me, dripping with our wetness. She leaned forward with a smile and sucked me into her mouth again, using her tongue in amazing and creative ways. A last spurt of come shot into her hungry mouth. I groaned, she sighed. She licked me clean and lay back down.

"Hey", I said. "Let's go to the outside shower and rinse off. I'll soap you down." She said nothing as we both headed for the door, walking out to the shower in front of the sauna. There was only a dim light on the front of the building, but we could see well

enough for our purposes. I set the water to a perfect temperature and motioned her to go first. Soon I had her covered in lather from head to foot, kneading her lovely tits, caressing her entire body. We were both in a sexual grip, dazed from the sensual

encounter of the last hour. Lastly, I carefully washed her vagina, taking my time, gently cleaning each fat outer lip, careful not to go inside. She was still oozing slick pussy juice like crazy.

She spread her cheeks a bit, smiling, and my soapy hands went under her pussy and then back, washing her anal area, touching her most secret place. Then I rinsed her completely off with the hand shower, spraying water between her legs, making her moan a bit.

"Your turn now!" she said. She repeated the process with me, a sweaty man now covered with soap as well. She scrubbed me up and down, saving the genitals for last. At that point my penis was rock hard again, projecting out and bouncing as it dripped soap. She grabbed it with one hand and masturbated me furiously for a moment, her small hand slithering up and down my soapy shaft, then she suddenly stopped, smiling. She stood up and rinsed me again. "All done" she said with a laugh. My balls already hurt again.

"I've got an idea. Why don't we walk to the top of that little hill in back. There's a couple of chairs up there. We can look over the bay and cool down".

"I'll get a robe" she said.

"No. Let's walk up there naked. It's dark, it's warm, there's no one around. Adam and Eve". She laughed. I grabbed her hand and led the way. After about 10 minutes we were at the top of the hill. I found the two chairs and we sat down in the light of the crescent moon. It was stunning. The air was still warm, the crickets chirring in the grass.

"Thank you again. This is wonderful. Such a lovely night, and a lovely man... such an orgasm. God." She stopped and looked down. "I've never made love to an uncircumcised man. It's so lovely." My penis had shrunk by now, the head retreating back underneath the foreskin like a turtle.

"Can I watch it come out?", she said, smiling.

I laughed and let my legs fall apart. I am not going to deny her any pleasure at all. She kneeled before me and stroked my penis, encouraging another erection. Soon, the purple glans started protruding outward, coming out of the foreskin, my cock hardening until a complete erection was achieved. She looked at it in wonderment as the moon shone down.

"Fuck me again." she said, quietly.

I kissed her on the mouth as the night air swirled slowly around us. "But first, I have to pee", she said, and she walked a few steps away and stood in the moonlight, her legs slightly apart. Then she looked at me and, with both hands, she spread the lips of her vulva open and peed standing up, a gusher of liquid shooting from her pussy into the grass with a hissing sound. She laughed.

"Neat trick," I said, my cock stiffening again.

"It comes in handy sometimes," she said. She let out a couple of final squirts, then sighed.