Mums Gone Wild (sort Of)

This story was written for the 750 Word Project 2025, below this line are exactly 750 words.

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The sauna is thick with heat, sweat and the hazy glow of post-massage wine. Kylie let out a long sigh, stretching out along the wooden bench, letting her towel slip. Her skin glowed.

"You ever want to smother your husband in his sleep?"

Caroline, sprawled beside her, eyelids heavy. "Which part of him? Because mine's usually on top of me."

Kylie groaned. "Lucky you. I can't remember the last time mine even initiated. Not that I'm missing out; he's got exactly three moves, and one of them is rolling off after thirty seconds."

Caroline cackled. "Mine's a bloody machine. I swear, if he had the choice between me and a cold beer after a 10K run, I'd be bent over the kitchen counter before he even opened the fridge."

Kylie rolled onto her side, eyeing Caroline. "So you're drowning in orgasms and complaining?"

Caroline shot her a look. "Oh, please. Sometimes, I just need the bloke to hurry up so I can get a bloody nap."

Kylie snorted. "Sounds like you and I should just swap. You need a break, I need... well, anything."

Kylie felt Caroline watching her, felt something shift in the air.

Then Caroline huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "No. No way."

"It's not like we'd be touching each other," Kylie said, half a joke, half serious. "Just, you know..."

"So, what? A little mutual encouragement?"

Kylie's breath caught as she watched the lazy drag of Caroline's fingertips along her own thigh, teasing, absentminded. Her own thighs pressed together, a reaction, nothing more.

Caroline's lips quirked. "A women shouldn't have to wait for a bloke to get it right."

Kylie exhaled as she let her hand slip lower, fingers ghosting over slick, overheated skin. The first touch sent a shudder through her.

Caroline shifted, spreading her legs slightly.

Kylie's breath hitched as she caught sight of her, full, soft, a neat triangle of auburn curls between her thighs. Not quite wild, but untouched enough to look lush, inviting.

Caroline tilted her head, eyes flicking downward, taking Kylie in.

"Jesus, Kyles," she murmured, low, almost reverent.

Kylie swallowed. She knew what Caroline was looking at, her bare, perfectly smooth skin, every inch exposed, sleek.

Caroline's gaze lingered at her clit, small, delicate, barely peeking from its hood.

"Didn't pick you for a tidy one," she teased, voice husky.

Kylie smirked, dragging a slow finger over herself. "Didn't pick you for a bloody bushranger."

Caroline laughed, throaty and breathless, before slipping a hand between her own thighs. She wasn't rushed about it, fingers parting herself, teasing over her own folds, her clit more pronounced, larger than Kylie's, swollen in the heat.

Kylie watched, entranced, her own fingers moving in time with Caroline's.

Their hands worked differently. Caroline's circles were slow, indulgent, rolling her hips into every motion. Kylie was more precise, two fingers stroking herself in tight, controlled movements.

Their breath quickened.

Neither of them looked away.

Sweat beaded on Caroline's breasts, rolling down her stomach, catching in the damp curls at the apex of her thighs. Kylie's skin glistened in contrast, smooth, slick, flushed.

Kylie moaned first, soft, barely there.

Caroline's breath caught. "Fuck."

They mirrored each other now, hands moving faster, muscles tensing.

The sauna felt liquid, the air thick with their breath, their sweat, the slow, wet sounds of their pleasure.

Kylie bit her lip, her orgasm coiling tight, every nerve alight.

Caroline's fingers were working her harder now, her full lips parted, her breath stuttering.

And then, it broke.

Kylie gasped, her body clenching, trembling.

Caroline followed seconds after, a low, shuddering moan slipping free as she came, thighs quivering, stomach tightening.

They stilled, bodies buzzing, pulses racing.

A beat.

A breath.

Then Caroline let out a single, breathless laugh.

Kylie blinked, then, she lost it, too.

They dissolved into laughter, sweaty, breathless, still coming down.

Caroline gasped, "Imagine telling the school mums."

Kylie cackled. "This never happened."

"Obviously."

They sat in comfortable silence for a long moment, just breathing, just existing.

Finally, Caroline sighed, reaching for her towel. "I feel like a new woman."

Kylie stretched, still grinning. "See? That's the trick. Sometimes you've gotta handle things yourself."

Caroline smirked. "Gonna put that in the school newsletter?"

Kylie laughed, tossing her towel at her. "C'mon, we need water before we die in here."

They towelled off, cool air hitting overheated skin, the moment slipping into something lighter, freer.

Kylie flicked her towel at Caroline's arse. Caroline yelped, grinning. "Next time, bring more wine."