The Steamy Sauna

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.

"Fuck," I panted.

My fingers barely touched her clit, making her arch her body to get more, as she wanked me faster and faster, alternating between an up and down and figure of eight motion. Our bodies were so hot, I'll never be able to explain the lust. We were on fire - totally alone and confident in ourselves, and totally together at the same time. We were even more than the sum of our parts.

Her eyes bulging, her nipples pebbling with need, her hips arching and her pussy doing everything it could to take more of my fingers, I felt like I was in heaven. A heaven that involved this angel with her talented fingers wrapped around my cock, trying to milk me for every drop she craved.

"Now it's time, baby," I whispered in her ear. "Get on."

I grabbed her hand, all of our fingers intertwined, and stood her up in front of me, her pussy tantalisingly close to my cock. We could both now see the door, the entrance to the sauna, and neither of us cared about the negative consequences of getting caught.

"Watch the door," I growled. She turned and gave me a look of pure lust. "Not because I care if we get caught," I added, "but because I want it to add to the thrill. I want anyone and everyone to know you're mine. If they come in, I want them to watch me claiming you, watch you riding me, watch how fucking hot we are together."

"Yes Sir," she purred.

I held her hips as I sat her down in front of me, with a slight distance between us. I stroked the part of her back I know drives her crazy - just to the side of her spine, along her shoulder blades and top of her back - and my fingers drew moans of pleasure from her when the very first fingertip brushed her skin. My lips followed my fingers soon afterwards, planting passionate kisses all over the area. It was amazing to think that, until she'd met me, she had no idea this was an erogenous zone for her. I certainly wasn't turning down the opportunity to explore it, and her moans told me just how much she loved it.

Next, I ran my lips over the side of her neck, as she tilted her head in a way that begged me to kiss her there more. My hips began thrusting gently into her, my throbbing dick still not inside her, but I could feel it against her ass. Kneading her hips with my fingers, I stroked her until she began losing control again.

By now, I'd had enough.

Enough teasing.

"Brooke, sit on my cock. Now."

She didn't need a second invitation and obeyed instantly. Shifting her body slightly with my hands on her hips, I lifted her and placed her onto the head of my cock, holding her there. She gasped erotically as she felt my bulging head against her wet fire. Oh, fuck. Her smoothness and her wetness were almost too much.

I held her hips firm and pulled her all the way down onto me, making us both gasp in unison - in sync once more. As soon as I was as deep as I could go, I nudged her hips upwards with my hands grabbing her. She took the hint, and began riding me up and down, up and down. She'd go until just the head was inside, then I'd pull her back down and slam my cock upwards and into her as she fell back onto me.

Fuck.

This woman.

She's something else.

Our hips got into a rhythm, all thoughts of the door and the threat of being seen banished as all we could feel was each other. All we knew was each other.

"Close your eyes," I instructed, as if to prove my point.

She obeyed. "Yes, Sir."

I closed mine too, not caring whether or not we got caught. It was just me and Brooke now, just the way we both want it. The searing heat of the sauna and the sex was all we needed for company, and all we gave a shit about.

Now that I knew her hips were in a good rhythm, I freed my hands from her hips. My left went roughly onto her breasts, grabbing whatever skin I could, holding her breasts in my fist and massaging her. Meanwhile, my right hand got involved too. By that point, I knew her clit must be throbbing. And, God, I was right. The fingers of my right hand drove down her body, between her breasts, and over her soft skin. I seriously couldn't, can't, get enough of her smooth mound, and it was positively dripping with sweat and her juices.

Even since the last time I'd played with her clit, barely fifteen minutes earlier, it had swollen inexplicably. It was hard, exposed and needy, and my fingertip found the right spot immediately. I pressed on, circling it as I pushed in and out of her body that dropped down onto me, giving us more and more pleasure with every thrust. My finger worked at a pace that wasn't sustainable for all night but I knew she was close. I sped up. My finger sped up and I was almost bouncing off the sauna bench to crash into her, our bodies colliding noisily as they slapped together. Her orgasm was imminent, and we both knew it.

"Jack," she panted.

"Let go, gorgeous," I ordered. "Are you ready to cum?"

I knew the answer, but it was one last tease. I felt her pussy clench in that way I know means she's so close.

"Let me cum," she breathed, before adding, "Sir."

"Teasing is over. Cum for me baby, right now!"

As I repeatedly ploughed upwards into her and then dropped her onto my cock over and over again, I felt her tighten more and more. Her waterfalls began, and my cock was smothered in her squirting juices. Her back arched, pushing her hips forward and she spasmed. Her relaxation, lust and love had taken on a life of their own, and her body convulsed onto me. Her pussy contracted around my rock hard cock, and I felt her soak the entire thing as her pussy tightened so much that she almost took off like a rocket. Her clenching made me so fucking horny, and I just loved her letting go like this.

"Oh, Brooke, that's it! Cum for me just like that!"

Her body violently shook, and I held her firm as she exploded onto me, spasming wildly.

"Oh, fuck, Jack," she moaned, as her orgasm began to gradually subside. "That was...." she sighed heavily, conveying what words simply couldn't. "Fuck. Can I make you cum?"

The hunger in her eyes was so, so sexy.

"Yes. I need it. Make me cum on your tits," I groaned, "I'm right on the edge."

She slid easily off me, her juices running down my legs, and kneeled down in front of me. Within less than a second, she had her eyes piercing mine, and my cock in her hand.

"Can I go fast?" she asked pleadingly.

"Yes, make me cum!"

She gripped my cock and her hand was a blur, tossing me off so quickly as she'd been given permission to do. I tried to look her in the eyes but I couldn't keep them open - the pleasure was too much.

"I'm gonna cum, Brooke," I moaned.

She sped up even more, and lustfully stroked my cock into oblivion.

I felt like I'd never felt before.

"Give it to me, Jack! Do it!"

My orgasm ripped through me and I felt rope after rope of hot cum spurt from my dick and land on her gorgeous tits. I moaned out loud, grunting deeply with every spasm of pleasure through my throbbing cock as pleasure filled my entire body.

My breath had been so deep at the moment of release, and I panted hard as my body tried to process what had just happened.

"Wow," was all I could manage.

Looking up, I saw the physical results of our passion and of my feelings for this woman. My liquid love was covering her tits in the most glorious way, dribbling down as she smiled up at me. I marked her as my own, and I loved it. I knew it before then, but I felt it on another level: that was the moment I knew I loved her, and that I knew she loved me.

"It's a shame nobody saw," she teased, running her fingers through my cum on her nipples and breasts, "but, even if they had, I wouldn't have noticed. All I'd have been able to see was you."

I took her hand. "Let's go upstairs," I whispered to her as I led her out of the sauna and handed her her towel to clean both of us up, "I want to show you how I feel about you in a different way now. Let's be naked in bed together, with you all wrapped up in my arms."