Fremdes FICKDATE in der Sauna
“A Sabbatical in the Sauna”
It was a brisk autumn evening in Munich. The leaves crunched under Jenna’s boots as she made her way towards the exclusive sauna club. Secretly hoping to break away from the mundane routine of her monotonous life, she booked a membership at the popular spa last week on a whim. Lost in thought, she almost missed the discreet sign pointing to the entrance.
She walked in and was greeted by a hostess wearing minimalistic ivory clothing. “Welcome, new member Jenna, I’m Tipsy. Please follow me.”
As Jenna trailed the lithe woman, she couldn’t help but admire the way Tipsy’s pert derriere swayed hypnotically with each step. Once there, Jenna changed into a flimsy black robe and slipped her feet into plastic sandals.
“Enjoy your evening,” Tipsy purred, her glossed lips forming an inviting smile before disappearing around the corner.
Jenna explore the sauna. Steam wafted outside, beckoning her inside. Each room was distinct – the traditional heat of the Finnish sauna, the refreshingly cool air of the ice room, the aromatic combination of essential oils permeating the herbal steam bath. But something more sinister lurked beneath the surface.
Sauna after sauna, Jenna explored them all, her robe growing damper by the minute from the intense humidity. Finally, she found one unlocked on the top floor. The door creaked open to reveal an empty dressing room. She ventured in, expecting to find herself alone.
Suddenly, she heard hushed moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh coming from the sauna down the hall. The door was ajar slightly. With a deep breath, she carefully pushed it open, revealing a lewd spectacle.
There, Tipsy sprawled naked on the bench as a tall man towered over her. His hips rocked back and forth, driving his engorged member into her eager folds. Jenna’s cheeks burned scarlet as she watched the lithe woman’s breasts jiggle and bounce with each thrust.
“Oh ja!” groaned the man, his hands gripping Tipsy’s slender waist. He leaned down and captured one of her pert nipples between his teeth, biting and sucking the rosy bud. Tipsy’s head loll back, her long blonde locks betraying her origin.
Jenna shifted her stance as the heat of arousal pooled between her legs. She watched, transfixed, as Tipsy’s back arched, pushing her ample bosom further into the man’s hungry mouth.
With a guttural moan, he pulled out, his thick shaft glistening with Tipsy’s sweet nectar. She moved to her knees, her plump bottom raised enticingly. Grabbing her hips, the man drove into her tight entrance with a satisfied grunt.
Jenna gasped, her own hands straying to the hem of her robe. She slipped her fingers under the fabric, rubbing slow circles over her needy clit as she watched Tipsy’s lush figure quiver and shake.
The man’s movements grew more erratic, his balls tightening as he approached his release. Jenna’s own fingers moved faster, dancing over her slick folds. She watched as Tipsy thrown her head back in ecstasy, her silken walls clenching around the thick shaft pounding her.
With a roar, the man spilled his load, coating Tipsy’souche with jet after jet of his warm seed. Tipsy cried out, her own climax shaking her slender frame.
“Fuck!” His words echoed in the tiled room.
Jenna blinked, suddenly feeling exposed. She backed away, stumbling into the changing room. Her heart pounding, she quickly redressed and fled the spa, the lewd images seared into her mind.
Later that night, in the comfort of her own bed, Jenna couldn’t stop replaying the erotic scene in her mind. Her hand dipped between her leglstayed damp with arousal. Snaking her fingers through her glistening folds, she imagined being in Tipsy’s place – the blissful stretch of a thick cock filling her, the sting of teeth upon her sensitive nipples.
Her fingertips circled her throbbing clit, the slick sounds of her pleasure filling the room. She rubbed faster, chasing the sweet release she needed. Her back arched off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through her veins.
Sprawled on the bed, panting heavily, Jenna grinned to herself. Perhaps becoming a member of the spa was exactly what she needed to spice up her life. Maybe the next time she visited, she’d strip down and join in the festivities herself, but for now, her fingers would have to suffice.
Yet, little did Jenna know, Tipsy had glimpsed her watching through the cracked door the entire time. Tipsy licked her lips, her mind already racing with deliciously naughty ideas on how to test the limits of their new shy member at the sauna club for the next sitzung.
