Sex in the Sauna - Sex Stories

Sex in the Sauna

... and I entered the ice cave. I struggled to read the notice in the half light. A voice whispered from behind me. "You are supposed to take handfuls of ice and rub it into your body." He had followed me. "That sounds delightful." Why did I keep digging? This time he took the towel from me. I did nothing to stop him. I suddenly felt aware of this man, this stranger, scrutinizing my body, yet I did not feel embarrassed or vulnerable. I was enjoying it. It had been many years since anyone looked at me with desire, and I had forgotten how good it felt. What had been damp was in danger of running down my thighs. He took two handfuls of ice, and smothered them onto my naked shoulders. It made me gasp. Slowly he rubbed his hands down my back. I started to shiver and tingle, though not from the cold. More ice was rubbed onto my breasts. My nipples tensed and hardened. It felt like they might burst. I shut my eyes. I was aware of sighs escaping my mouth. Yet more ice was rubbed into my belly and across the cheeks of my bum. Did the hands linger longer than needed? Finally ice was rubbed into my thighs. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to be touched. I ached to be touched. I parted my legs, and an ice filled hand ran between them. I felt it cup me. I screamed. I felt my clitoris tense and harden as my nipples had done. I felt my cunt lips tingling. I felt fingers trying to explore, suddenly parting my lips. I lost all sensation of cold. I could feel tiny crystals of ice inside my ...

... vagina bursting like needles. I was aware of movement; the delicious movement of fingers inside me and the pressure of a hand squeezing against my clitoris. He suddenly withdrew. “Do I get to cool off too?” I took two handfuls of ice and rubbed from his neck downwards. He turned. Two more handfuls smothered his chest and stomach. He was incredibly athletic and fit. It was wonderful feeling his smooth skin and firm muscles. I took more ice and knelt, rubbing the melting liquid over his thighs and calves. His penis was again at eye level. I could see the huge bulbous head protruding from his foreskin. I was close enough to lick it. Thinking of what this man had done to me, I scooped more ice into my hand and ran it slowly inside his thigh. He crouched slightly, parting his legs. Suddenly I was clutching his balls, the intense cold making the skin contract and wrinkle until they felt like walnuts in my hand. His testicles receding were not matched by his penis. I watched it grow; his foreskin now pulled back, the head glistening. It seemed to be thicker. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to wrap my hands around it, but I dared not; anyone walking in would see. I tried to keep reminding myself that I was a married woman; a happy and faithfully married woman, but it was becoming difficult to keep that idea in my mind. I stood up. "Thank you," he said. "I can recommend the Finnish Sauna if you want to try that later." He smiled alluringly and left. I went to find Abby in the pool. Swimming ...