This meeting is boring as hell. I look around the room for distraction. Distraction in the form of you sitting across from me. Distraction in the form of imagining fucking your brains out. I pull out my phone and begin to type:
“So fucking bored”
Your phone vibrates on the table. You snatch it up and read my text. The voice on the speakerphone continues to drone. Colleagues continue taking notes. You type.
“I know. So boring.”
“Know what id like?”
“What would you like?”
“A sauna. I’d like to fuck on in a sauna right now.”
You smirk at your screen and look up at me.
“Only one problem. No sauna.”
“Not a problem. Health club down on three.”
“There’s a health club on three?”
“Yep, no one goes in.”
“And it has a sauna?”
“Yep, two, one on each side.”
“If you can get us out of here I’m in.”
I look at my phone. It’s 3:53.
“Guys,” I announce to the room, “R. and I have a hard stop at 4:00. Client call. That OK?” Murmurs of ascent and we depart.
“Drop your shit and meet me by the elevators,” I tell you. A few minutes later we’re on the third floor. I wave my fob and the door unlocks. “Wait here,” I say as I step into the locker room. Leaning out the door: “the coast is clear, come on it.”
You come into the locker room and look around as though it were a foreign land. “Come on, come on,” I say, “lets get moving.” I lead you through the showers to a heavy wooden door with a small glass pane. “This is it,” I tell you, “lets go in.” You begin to undress. “No, no,” I say, “lets play a little game in there.” You look at me quizzically but follow me in fully dressed. I like what you’re wearing today. A cute short floral print skirt, a black scoop neck shirt with short sleeves and little ballet flats. “Don’t worry, it will all come off soon enough.”
The room is warm but not hot. I fuck with the controls to get it working. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” I explain, “we’re going to start slow and see who can last the longest. I mean in the heat. Who can keep their clothes on the longest. Like strip poker or something.” You laugh and come close to me. We kiss. The temperature is staring to rise.
The room is small and smells of ceder. Short benches run along three walls. As we kiss I can feel sweat starting to form on my face. You face is flushed from the growing heat. “This is silly,” I tell you, “I’m going to at least take off my socks and shoes.” You ask if that means I’ve lost. I tell you “no” and toss them out into the locker room. A cool blast of air rushes in as I do. “That was a mistake,” I admit. We continue to kiss as the temperature mounts.
I can taste sweat on your face as we kiss. The hot air envelops us. My hands go under your skirt and squeeze your ass. You wrap your arms around me tight. Pulling me close and hard against you. You step out of your little shoes. Your feet are pale and pink on the floor. They always turn me on. “Sit down,” I tell you, “and open your legs.” You sit on one of the benches. I stand between your legs and reach for your right one and lift it, moving my hands from your thigh to your knee to your calf to your ankle to your foot, bringing it to my mouth.
You giggle as I kiss your sole and caress your round calf. I put your toes in my mouth and suck them. You wiggle them and giggle more. I lick your wrinkles sole. You smile and sigh and smile some more. You lift your other foot and I kiss them both, holding your ankles together. My dick is raging in my pants.
You lean forward and pull your shirt up over your head. Your body glistens with sweat. Your simple black bra provides a stark contrast to the pale skin of your breasts swelling from it. I drop your legs and lean down and in to kiss your chest and stomach. Your sweat tastes delicious. I gently pull the straps of your bra over your shoulders and you pull your arms up and through them. I pull the cups down and reach for your pale breasts with their sweet pink nipples.
They’re so soft. I love squeezing and caressing them. Squeezing and holding them. Beads of sweat are between them. I lean down again and lick them up. You’re starting the breathe harder in the hot close space of the room. I step back. “My turn,” I say, and struggle to pull off my shirt. You watch me languidly, absentmindedly playing with your right nipple. You stand, unsteadily, and turn your head to kiss my left nipple.
Your tongue on the there makes me crazy. Sometimes I think I could cum just from that, the way you lick and kiss and suck on it. I reach behind you and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the floor. As you move to my right side I reach beneath you and swat playfully at your swaying breasts. You give my right nipple a little bite that makes me moan. Your tongue is hard at it again, prodding at my nipple.
I reach down and pull up your skirt. Your panties are black, covered with tiny colorful flowers. You stand and push your skirt down over your hips and let it slide to the floor. Now you stand facing me, wearing only your panties. Your dark blonde hair sticking to your face. “What now?,” your eyes seem to ask. I undo my belt and take off my pants and boxers. My swollen cock, heavy, bobs and sways between my legs.
“Suck it a little, will you?”
You get on your knees and bring my heavy cock to your mouth. You kiss the tip and then work your way with kisses along its length. You hold it with your left hand, stroking it and kissing it but not sucking it yet. Your right hand is between your legs, tucked inside your panties. “Come on, put it in your mouth,” I say. Instead you spit on it and stroke it along your cheek. “I think I won,” you say, “I still have my panties on.” You kiss it more. “Fine,” I say, “you win. Now suck it for me a little.”
“No,” you say. “I won. I get to make the rules now.” I’d argue but what’s the point? You’re on your knees in front of me rubbing my cock on your pretty face slick with sweat. I don’t see how I can complain. Next you stand and pull off your panties. Totally naked, sweating, we embrace again and kiss. The air is hot and dry. “What I’d like as my first prize,” you tell me, “is for you to tongue fuck my ass.” I reach around ou to cup it in my hands and spread it your cheeks. “Sounds reasonable I guess, lie down.”
You stretch out on your belly along one of the benches. I kneel behind you and spread your ass again. Your asshole is pink and wrinkled. I lean down and kiss it for you. I feel your body tense. My tongue circles your hole, running along the edge. I’m on my stomach now, knees bent and my feet against the wall beside the door. My arms reach beneath and around you, lifting your hips and making it easier to get my mouth against you.
You squirm as I push my tongue into your ass. The muscles are tight around me as I dip and push in and out of you, licking all over your little hole. “Oh fuck,” you moan, “oh that’s good. That feels good.” I let my tongue dip into your cunt to taste you there. It’s so hot and wet. I want to eat you out and make you cum with my mouth. “Roll over,” I say. You do.
I press my mouth against your pussy and push my tongue deep inside you. Licking. Licking. Licking your inside. Making you twist and pant in the heat. I stroke your clit with my tongue, broad and hard. Your whimpering a little. You’ll cum soon. I need to as well. My dick is pressed against the warm wood of the bench. Aching. “Put your fingers in me,” you moan, “put them in there.” I do. Stroking you inside while kissing and sucking and pulling on your clit with my mouth.
Your ass is moving up and down on the bench, trying to grind your cunt harder against my face. Your hands begin slapping at the hot wood as your body twists in the release of your climax. Your tremble under my mouth as I continue to eat you out and fuck you with my fingers. The heat and orgasm have left you limp and shaking. I stand and turn you over again.
Spreading your ass, I push the tip of my dick against your asshole. I feel your fingers moving between your legs to keep yourself cumming. I let a stream of spit fall from my mouth onto your asshole and my dick. Between the sweat and the sip I’m able to push my cock into your ass. You flinch for a moment. “Relax,” I tell you, “let your muscles relax.” In the heat of the sauna your ass lets me ease into you deeper. I push into you, my hands on the bench on either side of your waist.
You squeal as I pump your ass. Your fingers, I can feel them brushing my balls as your frig yourself. Your still cumming but your thrashing under me now as I move in and out of you faster, your tight ass gripping my sliding cock, your muscles are contracting around me, squeezing me. Sweat drips off my face as I fuck you. The feeling is electric. I can’t wait. My cock is pounding you, my balls are slapping against your wet cunt and moving fingers. I let go.
In as deep as I can be, I feel my cum filling you. Warm along my shaft inside you. I pump a few more times and drain myself into you. Dizzy. Breathless. Sweating. Head spinning. I pull out. Cum trickles out your ass and to your pussy. Your reach for it as it runs along your skin, massaging it into your sweaty cunt. I collapse on top of you. Breathing hard. Panting. Feeling you quiver under me. Both sweating and spent.
A few silent minutes pass. I roll off you and stand shakily. Your sit up. A dazed look on your sweet face, hair and makeup a mess. “Kiss me, will you?,” you ask. I reach down and pull you standing. Swaying, I take you in my arms. Your mouths meet lazily and our tongues touch softly. “Let’s get dressed,” I say, and we both reach for our hot crumpled clothes from around the small hot room.
Stepping back into the relative cool of the locker room we are weak in the knees. Neither of us says anything. I’m already relishing the memories of what we’ve just done – and imagining what might be next.