Author's Note: everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Let me start by explaining: I like it hot.
I'm not talking about a fondness for warm showers and heated car seats.
Heat turns me on. In a big way.
So finding myself backed up between my dad's open legs in a sauna was worse for me than it would be for most people and, I concede, it would be pretty damn awful for most people.
"Daddy..." I groaned, biting my lip as I turned to look him in the eye, "I'm sorry." And that's how I orgasmed in front of my dad.
****
I discovered my kink after cheer practices in college. I'd come home, sore from a tough workout, and soak in a steaming bath to help with the aches.
Scorching, that's how I like it. I want to feel breathless and dizzy, like the whole world is reduced to the throb of my pulse roaring through head.
Or the throb in my clit.
Of course I masturbated in the bath. Who doesn't? But at some point, if the bath was really hot, I found I could get off just by narrowing my focus to that little nub of pleasure.
A no hands orgasm. Not a bad party trick. Pretty impressive in the right circumstances.
A damn liability in others.
****
It was during my year abroad, studying just outside Berlin, that I learned just how dangerous that kind of talent can be.
I'd always been close to my dad, but even more so since mom passed. I lived at home during college and we still had weekly film nights. So I was thrilled when he asked to visit me in Germany. I had a whole week planned out: we'd visit all the museums; drink at the bierkellers; go to a soccer match and eat some weiner.
But I had something special planned for his arrival. It's a long flight from San Diego. I knew Daddy would be tired. An afternoon in a German spa would be exactly what he needed.
****
"I swear, Daddy. I didn't know."
I honestly had no idea.
"The rules are there to be followed, no?"
I started taking a dislike to the chiselled saunameister almost immediately.
"We're American?" I explained hopefully.
"And I am a Sagittarius but the sign clearly says 'kein Kostum' so..." he let the sentence hang unfinished, shrugging impatiently.
"Glad to see the language lessons are paying off." Daddy quipped.
"I don't know why you're laughing," I retorted, "you're funding them."
"I guess that's an early retirement out the window."
My shoulders slumped.
"Would it really be so bad?" Daddy offered.
I looked at my dad. Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting?
"We get robes, right?"
"I suppose..."
"And it's a pretty big complex."
"We could use different rooms." I said, brightening up.
"When in Rome..."
****
I'm no prude.
Years of cheerleading have gifted me flat abs and toned legs. My 36C breasts defy the laws of physics and my butt has jiggle. I'm kinda hot.
Knowing it is one thing. Letting your dad see it is another.
Steeling myself, I wrapped my fluffy white robe around myself and stepped out of the women's changing room into the spa complex.
"This is fine," I reasoned, "just two grown adults sharing a spa day. Totally normal. Not weird at all."
It was quiet in the spa. A few people lounging on beds between sauna sessions or cooling off in the adjoining lake.
"Relax," I said to myself, "a little steam will take the edge off."
I stopped outside the steam room and glanced around. No sign of Dad anywhere.
With one swift movement I slid out of my robe and exposed my naked body to the brisk air. Conscious that my Dad could walk out of the men's changing room at any moment, I hung up my robe and opened the door, stepping into the billowing steam on the other side.
****
I was instantly hit by a wall of humidity. The steam was so thick that I couldn't see further than my outstretched hands.
I groped for the wall as I shuffled into the swirling steam. Feeling the smooth tiles against my hand, I turned and lowered myself onto a bench.
At least, that's what I intended.
"Ellie?" I jumped up off my Dad's lap like I'd been electrocuted and slipped on the slick floor.
"Ouch!"
"Are you okay?!"
"Can I get a hand?"
I was totally unprepared for what I found when I reached blindly up from the floor. In his panic, Dad had stood up and stepped towards the sound of me tumbling over so instead of his outstretched hand, I grabbed hold of his cock.
Not that I realised that at the time.
My hand didn't fit round the appendage I'd seized. My first thought was that I must have misjudged and found his muscular forearm.
I attempted to pull myself up and all hell broke loose.
"Ellie!!"
Naturally, Daddy didn't enjoy 50kg of dead weight tugging on his cock. He fell forward, landing face to face on top of me.
"When in Rome?" I offered, meekly.
****
Sat safely apart and shrouded by steam, we considered our options.
"Let's chalk it up to experience and go for dinner," I suggested, "there's a place near here that does the most amazing white sausage."
"Don't you think you've had enough of that?"
"Daddy!" I swatted him playfully, but was glad he'd broken the ice.
"We're here now," Daddy replied, "we can be adult about this. How much worse can it get?"
"Are you sure?"
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"I've changed a little since you last bathed me, Daddy."
"You were less of handful then."
"You're a pretty big handful too."
It slipped out before I could stop myself. Idiot.
Tension hung in the air between us.
DONG!
Somewhere a bell was ringing.
"That must be the sauna," Daddy quickly changed subject, "let's try it. I've heard the Germans like it really hot."
"Fuck," I thought, as the situation I'd put myself in suddenly dawned on me, "this is about to get a lot worse."
****
ROUND 1
"The dry sauna will take place over three rounds. Only three rounds will there be. Between these rounds will be rest. You may choose to cool off in the lake or you may choose to stay in the sauna. The temperature will be high. How high? I cannot tell. If you need to rest you must step out at any time."
"Why does he get to wear something." I wondered, begrudgingly admiring the saunameisters shredded body.
The saunameister was stood beside a tray of hot coals wearing only thin shorts. He carried a bucket of water and a thin towel. It was only me and Daddy in the pleasantly warm sauna. He was sat on the top bench, facing along it with his knees bent, staring fastidiously at between his legs.
I was sat below him, facing forward towards the saunameister with my legs closed and my arms folded across my chest.
Sure, he was hot but that didn't mean I was going to give him a free show.
"Shall we begin?"
The saunameister poured a large ladleful of water across the coals. Then another. And another.
Before the hiss had even died down I was hit by a wall of heat. Within seconds sweat was beading across my shoulders and running down my spine. The saunameister tossed another ladleful onto the coals and that's when I felt it. The throbbing between my legs.
Suddenly the saunameister unfurled his towel and whipped it above his head. With a great flourish, he bellowed hot air directly at me.
WHOOOOF!
The air took my breath away. My nostrils burned as I inhaled sharply and I was instantly covered in a sheen of sweat. My clit pulsed and I shivered.
WHOOOF!
The next blast of air was hotter still. I dropped my hands to my side and my head fell back against the bench behind me as I was overcome by the intensity of the heat. I opened my legs, glad that the sweat disguised the juices leaking from my rapidly engorging pussy.
WHOOOF!
I glared at the saunameister as my legs quivered, causing my breasts to jiggle and scatter drops of sweat across the bench. He stared back. Did he know what he was doing to me? Was I imagining the outline in his shorts?
WHOOOF!
I instinctively clamped my legs together, desperately squeezing them for some friction against my wanting clit, which already stood erect and obvious to the the saunameister's gaze. I bit my lip. I mustn't moan. Daddy mustn't know.
WHOOOF!
My hands roamed up my slick torso, cupped my sensitive breasts, squeezed them together as I pinched on my thick, protruding nipples. I cast my eyes back: Daddy was staring between his legs still. Thank god.
WHOOOF!
For a moment I was gone. All I knew was darkness and a rush of blood. Then I was back, impossible to mistake the erection barely disguised by the saunameister's shorts now. Fuck, it looked big.
WHOOOF!
My whole body trembled. I was on the edge. It had to stop but I was powerless. Any more and I'd be gone. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable...
... but it never came.
I heard the sauna door closing and opened my eyes. Daddy and I were alone.
But the throbbing hadn't stopped. I twitched, clenching my legs, compelling myself not to let go but my mind was racing, imagining the saunameister pulling down his shorts, exposing his thick cock, rubbing it across my slippery tits, forcing me to lick my sweat off the tip before bending me over the wooden bench, sliding his dripping member up and down my thighs, making me beg for it inside my steaming pussy, my virgin arse, anywhere he wants, anywhere...
"Daaaaaddy!" I moaned, throwing my head back and locking eyes with him as the inevitable orgasm ripped through my body in great heaving shudders.
"I'm sorry."
****
"...and you thought a sauna with your Dad would be a good idea?"
The sauna had returned to a mild temperature. I sobbed gently on Daddy's shoulder as he held me.
"I didn't think it would be so...intense."
"It's okay. These things happen."
I looked into his eyes. Really, Dad?
"Okay, these things don't just happen but we can get past it..." Daddy hesitated, on the verge of something
"I'm a freak."
"It's not as unusual as you might think."
"Huh?"
Daddy paused for a moment.
