Sex in the Sauna - Sex Stories

Sex in the Sauna

... naked suddenly seemed liberating. Times they were a changing. "Now that's what they call a shit eating grin," Abby said as I slid down next to her on the Jacuzzi. "Well?" "Well what?" "Did you?" I did not respond. "No, of course not, but you want to. Nobody looks like that unless they want to?" "But Abby, I am married. That is not what married women do." "You’re not running away with him to have babies. Are you?" "No, of course not," "Then relax and enjoy yourself. You know you want to." I hated her logic, but she was right. I wanted to. I was horny, and there was a stranger that wanted to please me. Not just a stranger, but a stranger with a beautiful physique, and an even more beautiful penis. The Jacuzzi started. A jet of cold bubbles pushed between my legs. I allowed the movement of the water to take my body with it, but as hard as I tried not to think of sex, my consciousness was solely on the air pushing into the crack of my bum, and rising over the lips of my cunt. I turned on my side, thinking I could avoid getting more aroused, but the jets seemed to play with my nipples. I was cursed. I left the pool and walked to the Japanese salt steam room, but my mind was anywhere but relaxed and I eventually found myself at the Finnish sauna. I decided that if the universe did not want me to be fucked, the man would have left, or the sauna would be crowded. I walked in. He was alone, sat on the top shelf, his body glistening with sweat. I was not just cursed, I was doomed. I ...

... stood in front of him. I could never have found words to explain what I wanted; actions were easier. I took his penis in one hand and as he parted his legs to give me easier access, I caressed his large, heavy balls. I leaned forward to lick them and then traced my tongue along the length to the very tip. He tasted salty. He was becoming hard; his penis thickened. I pulled his foreskin back and took the whole of the head into my mouth. I had doubts about how much of this man I could take, but I was determined. I could feel him growing and with the slightest of moves, push against my tonsils. I rubbed the shaft of his cock and sucked its head until the man suddenly pushed me away. A young couple had stepped into the garden. By the time they entered the cabin, he had his towel draped over his groin. I was able to step outside. The bucket of cold water hanging from the eaves was sufficient to cool me down physically, but not emotionally. I had literally and metaphorically had a taste of this man, and now needed more. I needed to be fucked. I stepped back in to the cabin and sat, as innocently as I could, with my towel modestly wrapped around me. It was only now that I noticed how hot it was. I could feel my flesh tingling in the heat. I could also feel damp forming between my legs, and it wasn't from perspiration. I was aroused, more aroused than I could ever remember. Sitting there waiting had to have been the longest ten minutes of my entire life. Sweat formed rivulets that ran ...