The Steamy Sauna
© Michael Wood 2022
The Steamy Sauna
Balatonfüred, Hungary, Europe.
I saw it in her eyes, even before I saw it in her body.
Brooke and I had only been in the hotel's sauna for a matter of seconds, but we both felt something shift inside - inside ourselves and inside each other.
The hotel we were staying in was pretty quiet, but that didn't mean there was no chance of anyone catching us in the sauna. We'd talked about it before, and it had excited us both. That thrill of possibly getting caught, combined with the heat inside the sauna, had been the main motivators for heading down the hotel stairs and into the scorching room.
We put our towels down outside the sauna door, stepping into the room in just our swimwear: me in a pair of blue and white striped shorts, her in a pale pink bikini that made her almost look naked out of the corner of my eye.
We sat down side by side, almost touching but not quite, and we acclimatised briefly to the burning air.
Simultaneously, as in sync as ever, we turned to each other. As our eyes met, they instantly became kindling that lit a fire in an already sweltering sauna.
Reaching over slowly, never losing eye contact with her, my fingers came to a gentle rest on her thigh nearest to me. Deliberately, my fingers traced up and down just a few inches, exploring this delicate, delicious part of her body, giving it undivided attention as our eyes began metaphorically grinding on each other hungrily.
With every touch, every slight stroke of my fingers on her soft skin, I could feel her getting hotter - a heat that had little to do with the dry heat of the sauna, and a lot to do with the instantly wet fire I knew was under her bikini bottoms. I love how aroused she gets for me, and how quickly it happens.
Even so, something in her eyes was communicating with me in a way that she couldn't with words - that she hadn't in words, ever. She'd let go of something that had been holding her back (what it was, I don't know) - and her letting go was as complete as it had ever been. It was the biggest and best aphrodisiac in the world: her trust in me, her surrender. She looked possessed. By lust. By me. By - dare I say it? - love.
The heat of the sauna, the searing love and lust in her eyes, and the lava oozing from the volcano between her legs all over her bikini bottoms was too much for me to bear. My cock was already harder than I ever remember it being, and my fingers sped up on their exploration of Brooke's beautiful body. And they sped up at a rate that reflected every desire I had for this incredible woman. I began being more rough - my fingers kneading the skin of her upper, then inner, thighs. Oh, how I love that part of her - the gateway to the heaven of her smooth, velvet mound.
I didn't want her juices on the bench. I didn't want them anywhere other than all over my fingers and my cock that night. She knew - she knows - how much I love eating her out - but that night was not a time for that. It was a time to fuck her deep and hard with my fingers until she was way, way too ready for my cock, and then fill her with my rock hardness.
Seemingly able to sense what I'm thinking, her bottom lip was in danger of being pierced by her teeth as she bit down in that way that drives me crazy. It's one of the unconscious signals from her body that she's instantly and irreversibly turned on and wants me more than words can say. I love how quickly it happens with her - it adds fuel to my own burning energy at the base of my cock.
Her eyes gazed even more deeply at me than I ever thought possible, wide with love, lust and uncontrollable desire. I love it when she's so filled with love and lust that she takes action - like when grabs my hand or my thighs, or my cock, or pulls me on top of her, or begs me to fuck her. But what I hadn't realised was that, in the sauna at that time, she was beyond that level of attraction and sexual desire. She'd surrendered to me completely and gave me total control of her. She wanted me inside her - she was utterly desperate for it, she was needy for my dick to be filling her. But she didn't say it - not with her words, and not yet, anyway. I could feel that she trusted me, she had given herself up to me, and it was up to me when to do it.
And that time was very, very quickly approaching. Almost as quickly as my fingers began to move.
Right on cue, she spoke for the first time since I'd touched her in the sauna.
"Jack," she panted, "do whatever you want to me. No need to ask. Just do it. Do me. I'm yours. Please."
Her surrender, her utter desire and her trust in me were all I needed. I slid the bikini sideways even more, roughly pulling it to expose her beautiful, soft pussy completely. As soon as it was fully visible, my finger crashed into her. She let out a soft moan, which turned me on even more if that was even possible. By this point, she'd gone. We were in a whole new world - individually and together. A world where nothing existed for her but the feeling of heat from outside and now inside her.
I leaned in, magnetised to this wild, sexy woman next to me, one who had totally let me inside her heart, and was giving me permission to be inside her anywhere I wanted. I had to kiss her.
As our lips glanced over each other's, desire filled my entire body and our lips locked in a passionate embrace. After teaching her how to use her tongue just a few days earlier, her practice was put to good use as our tongues explored, dancing together as we kissed hungrily.
As our lips parted and we got a little distance between our heads, she glanced over at the door, wondering whether anyone could walk in.
"Forget it," I said, "I'll watch the door. You let go."
She melted under my touch - I physically felt her body shift as I held her with one hand and slid a finger slowly inside her with the index finger of the other.
Her gasp was sex personified. Her teeth's grip on her lip tightened, and so did her pussy's on my finger.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," was all she could say.
Her eyes bulged out of her head, totally possessed by whatever it was that drew her to Jack since day one, and the build-up of lust was just too much.
"Oh God. Jack. Fuck."
"Let go, Brooke. Let go," I whispered in her ear, feeling her whole body soften again. Without waiting for it to soften any more, my fingers took on a life of their own. I slid my index finger deeper and deeper, pushing in and out, filling Brooke's pussy as she clenched down on it.
Being totally in control - of her and of the situation - I kept an eye out for the door, to protect her from being seen. As much as we'd talked about the excitement of being caught in public, I knew she wasn't ready for the reality of it yet. Hidden slightly from view, we had the perfect balance between the risk of getting caught and the low chance that it would actually happen.
My finger continued to fuck her harder and faster, my thumb joining in to play with her clit. Fuck, I'd never seen a woman look possessed like Brooke did whilst my fingers were giving her what looked like indescribable pleasure.
My thumb was, by now, blurring all over her clit, and my finger was thrusting inside her faster and faster. Normally, we both like to take it slow, and get to each level only when we're both comfortable. But the lust we're feeling, and the unfiltered permission she's given me to do what I want with and to her, urge my fingers to work at a frantic pace.
If I'd paid attention, I'd have noticed that my swim shorts were so uncomfortable. But I didn't - because all I could focus on is how orgasmic Brooke looks as she rides my fingers.
"Oh my God, Brooke. You are so fucking hot. Fuck. I want you to come all over my fingers! Are you ready?"
She nodded frantically, her eyes popping out of her head. Barely a coherent sound escaped her lips as she tried to affirm her desire to come. I knew that now wasn't the time to question her or get her to answer me verbally. She was way, way beyond speech she had control over.
Two fingers now. I slipped a second inside her, my thumb still working her clit, and she's so wet it's untrue. I felt her clench, saw her body reach orgasm before she felt it. And, oh my God, I'd never seen anything so hot.
"Come for me, Brooke!" I groaned in her ear.
She spasmed in the searing heat, increasing the temperature to levels I didn't think were possible, sweat dripping from her skin, as she convulsed and writhed on my fingers, moaning into my lips as she pressed hers into mine to try and simultaneously get close to me and stifle her orgasm.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers, squirting all over them in the waterfall-like way she does with me, coating my hand with her juices, as she rode her wave of ecstasy.
Her body relaxed a little and her pussy continued pulsing. After her orgasm, her horniness and desire increased if anything, compared to before she came. Her next words seemed to take all the composure she had left, as she struggled to contain her arousal enough to let them escape her lips.
"I need you... inside me... Jack," she panted. "Fuck me... Sir... "
I looked deeply into her eyes, feeling everything - feeling how turned on she was, feeling how much our unconfessed love had grown in the last few minutes alone, and feeling how much power I had over her. I was getting close to being out of control myself, but I steadied my emotions so that I could be her rock and allow her to be wild and free.
"Not yet," I teased, with almost all of the self control I had, "I want you to touch me first."
She didn't hesitate for even a split second. Her hand was on my abs, stroking down a single time down to my throbbing cock. Her delicate, soft fingers wrapped around the base and she began stroking up and down in the most erotic way I'd experienced. She used a figure of eight motion to caress and love my cock with her hand, and our moans entwined - mine from the pleasure of her touching my cock, and her from the pleasure of seeing and hearing my reaction. It might also have had something to do with the fact that my fingers were teasing her clit...
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
