The sauna is a place of contrast. Heat and cold, wet and dry, nakedness and non-sexuality. People always say they don't watch. I do. At a sauna all sexuality is stripped away for me, but beauty isn't. Even if there's no beauty, the bodies tell so much of their stories. I watch and think of how they got where they are now.
One evening at the sauna there are a lot of lovely ladies to watch. With some I might've thought more, but I can suppress such things well. My mind blank in that regard. Yet it vexes me. It seems that there are only young sexy women here today and I don't come here for that. I decide to stop my normal cycle of sauna and skip the relaxing pool. I grab my book and sit on the cosy benches below the pool. The sauna is on the 11
th
and 12
th
floor of a building with beautiful views. The benches require a stair to get below the pool level. Although it isn't hidden, somehow few people take the opportunity to relax there. No one can watch easily below the pool and I read naked at length. It's a nice change. Although some lovely ladies are still in the back of my mind, I'm resolute. No such things here. It's a place to be yourself and relax. Sighing, I flip another page.
"Sir?" a woman directs at me. I've fallen into a light sleep. I keep my eyes closed to hold onto the rosy feeling.
"I'm awake," I tell her before she can ask again. "What's up?" My voice sounds sleepier than I thought.
"It's passed closing time. You're the last one here."
I open one eye slowly. Quickly my other joins. Her eyes are piercing blue and draw you in. They seem like clear crystal focus framed in a beautiful face. However, I don't fail to notice the well-shaped bosom in the edge of my vision as she is bend over me.
"It's a miracle I found you actually. We already threw out everyone else and missed you. I'm just locking up." Her smile is sexy. Yet it can't keep my eyes captive. I still feel sluggish from sleep, but my eyes are fairly certain I'm not dreaming of such beautiful tight curves. A belly looking flat even when bend over me, a soft mound with a landing strip and strong legs with a beautiful curved line for her muscles. In my sleepy state I don't have the presence of mind to be in the sauna. I'm here with a beautiful naked woman standing over me. It'll be visible soon what I'm thinking about.
Something is off. I can't put my finger on it.
"A good thing you did. It's wonderful waking up like this." Even her giggle is sexy. Why am I more smooth when I'm not really thinking?
There might be a bit of a shy colour on her cheeks. "Why is that?"
She's fishing for a compliment. I'm not very bashful, though I'm also sleepy and blunt. "Well those breasts certainly help." Her eyes dart around, trying to make up how to take it. Before she can say something I add, "That waist is an under appreciated beauty, but your eyes laugh in such a way it draws you in. You might hope to get wrinkles soon. Then they'll be a monument to the happiness inside you." I obviously read the book too much where the author was over the top in romance. Yet it seemed oddly fitting.
Her face went through several stages before setting on flattered. Yet there was something more. A sexuality? Something was still odd. Something is screaming sexuality to me, yet some part is still trying to suppress it.
"Happiness? That's nice." The tiny wrinkles were there then. Not of age, but just laughter. Beautiful. She seems to want to say something, and something stops her. Then she stands up. She's possibly even lovelier like this. She can't have missed my eyes drinking in her body. She seems nervous about it, but doesn't hide.
"Is there much left to do for the lock-up?" I ask, remembering her task somehow.
"Not really. Everyone needs to be out and then I'll lock up." An obvious signal. A bit of flattery is fine, now I should go dress and be on my way. "I just came here to enjoy the view. It's lovely at night, so I often come here to watch for some time."
Night! It's dark with all the lights off, but there's plenty of light coming from the meters high windows surrounding 2 sides of the pool/lounge area to see her. Although I saw it before, I now appreciate the shadows playing all over her curves. Even though it's dark, her naked body seems to glow from within. Yet it wasn't the odd thing.
She looks at me for a moment. I feel that sexual undertone again. But I'm sleepy. I must imagine it. Then she turns around, walking to the glass. I'm not sure how excited she just saw me, but seeing her walk with a subtle sway made me very aware how tight it feels between my legs. It certainly will stand up fully soon.
I stand up, lost in thought as I look at that beauty of a butt. The gentle curve of her back so suddenly changing directions to make way for a smooth yet strong curve, ending only at her leg. And just between a hint of her lips can be seen, cheeky yet sexy. My mind is aflame. I'm at the sauna. No sexuality here. Yet her body is asking for a touch. But I'm sleepy. I might imagine it and one wrong move and I have a big, big problem. I start to walk up behind her. She also said some things, hinting that I should go. I adjust with a step, so we'll watch the view together, side by side. My hand reaches for her waist, but I hesitate. There is something I'm missing, just out of reach.
Finally it clicks. I move behind her with the final step, reaching gingerly out to feel out her mood. The soft tremble of her warm skin tells me it was unexpected, but I can just see a bit of smile to know it's not unwanted. My other hand slides over the curve of her waist to caress that flat belly. Hard muscles greet me under the soft skin. Sexy sporty. I look quickly behind me and confirm what my sleepy head didn't grasp since waking up. Her work clothes are draped over another bench. No one works here naked.
"The view is beautiful," I whisper. Her hand holds mine as she looks back, presenting her neck in the process. I kiss it without thinking. A gentle kiss, but it's like her body magnetises and pulls itself towards me. Legs touch legs. Chest touches back. My hips feel the hot perky curve of her butt grinding with urgency against it. It was finally standing, but now ground against my leg again. Not that I'm complaining.
My kisses intensify with some small bites in between. Her breath is heavy, nearly coming out as a sigh each time. My hand on her belly slowly traces up, stopping just under her breasts. Then they continue their track, feeling that perky curve, only broken by the hard playful nipples.
This breaks her. A hand placed so carefully on my cheek, almost lovingly. But her back curves away from me, angling her body in a way only one thing can happen. Idly some part of me is thinking about a condom, but most of my mind is very much ok for now and hoping I'm not saying a thing. Her hand feels welcome and familiar as she guides it. Clearly she needs some help from me in her curved position. Luckily she made it easy. I feel the warm wet lips of her and can do only one thing.
Push.
Slowly, like a glacier moving, I feel her lips moving over my cock. It's intense in a way I can't describe. I can only just see myself disappearing millimetre by millimetre into her. I see her strained face, showing me her difficulty and possibly discomfort, but I hope her pleasure would mask it enough. Somehow I feel she wants me to do it all at once.
Finally I feel a warm lubricant touching where my belly meets my cock. We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath. Then I move again. Quicker out, but slowly in. I see the strained face again, but this time there certainly isn't discomfort. It matches the smoothness I feel as I move inside her.
Finally she lets go, moving her hands into the glass so she isn't bend strangely any more, though it looked sexy. It seems she's handling the pressure better like this. Besides the deep breath there's hums that could spell 'oh', and 'ah'. The only real word exclaimed was an intense whisper, "Yeah".
Her body wants faster, and I'm not teasing her further with the glacial rhythm. I slowly increase, feeling her body moving ever so subtly with her desired rhythm. It increases to a nice simple cadence. The same speed you would talk comfortably with another person.
I feel a little out of my body experience. It is now only a few minutes after I woke, and now I'm deep within a woman sexy as lightning that I don't even know the name of. The experience deepens further and I feel like all my body exists of is my cock, unprotected inside her, moving with a good rhythm and sending signals of pleasure I'm pretty sure you would describe as 'out of this world'.
Normally I'm not the best at from behind, but I was feeling it. I moved a bit, angling my thrusts. After a few quick tries I felt the spot as much as I heard it. Her body shaking, her skin quivering from the experience. Though my cock was sending insane signals, her pleasure was what made me smile wide.
She only held on for a minute or so. With just a different move if her hips she signalled to slow down. With her face to the side I could see her intensity. A cross of wanting to enjoy more and as much of it as possible and the discomfort of not knowing what to do with all that sexual pleasure. After enjoying it a bit more she lets me slip out.
"Are you trying to kill me?" she asks as she tries to catch her breath. Her mouth splits into a big content grin though, although I'm pretty sure she wasn't coming yet. Her eyes have a rolling laugh behind them. Deep and untouchable, shining through to the surface.
"Maybe you'll let me try later." I jape. "If you'll relax into it?" I do feel it's time for something else.
"Relaxing is for later," she tells me, adjusting her long hair. It went from sex hair to slightly organised sex hair. Then she motions to the couch. "Sit," she recommends me. Counter to what she said, her body seems to be and the epitome of relaxed.
I sit down as she stands next to me. I can see a wet spot on her legs and creeping a bit up her mound. Sexuality was never better shown. I nearly missed it in my distraction, but she stared at my excitement, contemplating what to do with it. Hopefully smash.
Her hands are on my shoulders as she swings her leg over me with grace. Then slide down my front towards my hips. My hands caress the sides of her neck, breasts, waist and hips. One hand of her flows to the middle and down, grabbing my cock. Her hips raise a tiny bit so I can guide it under her, after which she slides me smoothly inside by simply sitting down.
"Staring too much?" she asks teasingly with her eyes full of joy. I realise I've been giving her beautiful pussy too long looks.
"It's just very pretty," I hazard, using a finger to trace the lines around her mount to show what I mean.
The wicket laughter in her eyes is quite beautiful as well. She leans back, supporting herself with her hands on my knees. I can see just a tiny bit of my cock that hasn't disappeared in her yet, and can easily follow those flowing curves along her belly to her breasts. Perfect in their rounded shapes but for two sexy nipples. She begins a slow rhythm that I just have to watch. How her lips devour me. How a tiny bit of lubricant can be seen flowing just ahead of her lips over the veins of my cock. The way I can see her mound and belly move as I slide out and in again. I know she's watching me enjoy the view with a wicked grin.
It's just a relaxed rhythm, but it's still furthering our pleasure. We're talking in heavy breaths and small sounds of pleasure. I just watch as I let my fingers roll over her body. Again and again. Hips, breasts, lips and other lips.
