The door to the sauna opens, and she notices it is a man walking in. She is reminded of the front desk clerk telling her that the sauna is unisex. She focuses on the man as he sits down across from her. He gives a polite smile, ensures his towel is covering him properly, leans back, and closes his eyes. She takes the moment to study him more. He is attractive in the face, with some scruff on the jawline. He has broad shoulders. Her eyes move to his forearms, one of her favorite features of a man. She sees that they are particularly attractive and strong looking. Her eyes travel the rest of his body. He isn’t overly muscular but in fair enough shape. She notices he probably likes to eat. Her mind takes a sharp turn at the word eat. She feels that familiar pull between her legs. She squeezes her thighs together. Her eyes trail from his ankle, up to his leg. Unfortunately, the towel is covering what she wants to see. She can see enough of his inner thigh, it looks strong. This turns her on even more. The sensation of being watched is overwhelming.
Her eyes look at his. They are open but seem unfocused. She sees them subtly look up into her and widen a bit. His voice is low and sends gushing waves through her as he says, “Please forgive me for staring. It is hot in here, and your neck looks amazing covered in sweat.”
She feels a boldness pushing her forward. She says without thinking, “Your body looks amazing covered in sweat”.
His smirk is handsome. Her need to be watched is overriding. She undoes the top of her towel; it pools around her torso. Her breasts are free, her nipples are sensitive in the hot, humid air. She watches his eyes move around her body, visually consuming her. She sees movement from under his towel. This sends a torrent through her. She spreads her legs, her towel opening and revealing her body. She is completely exposed to him. He bites his lip and inhales sharply through his nose. She knows he likes what he sees.
Boldness overtaking her once more, she stands and walks to him. Dropping to her knees in front of him, she undoes his towel, revealing his fully erect dick. She takes her turn visually drinking him in. His well-groomed groin makes her mouth water. He is perfect in shape and size. His admiration for her is apparent. Feeling a level of sexy she hasn’t experienced in a long time, she pushes the envelope more by saying, “Don’t tell me when you’re going to cum. Just let it happen. Don’t take your eyes off me.” The corners of his mouth twitch into that handsome smirk again. He says in a low, husky, aroused voice, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Her soft hand wraps around his shaft. She strokes down against his body, squeezing his meat. She marvels at his circumference, imagining how well it will feel inside her. She lays her wrist down against his balls, she feels them clench. Pointing his cock more to the ceiling, her eyes study him. The veins that seem to climb up the sides of his poll, the soft skin of his frenulum, she knows can be sensitive to the touch. Her eyes behold his head and the ridge that separates it from his shaft. The opening of his mouth-watering dick is slick with precum already. A finger from her free hand wipes up the sap. She traces it on her lips like lipstick while looking into his eyes. She teases “I hope you’ll be able to last.”
The tip of her warm tongue traces a line from the base of his dick, her hands opening just enough to allow this, slowly up the shaft. The underside of his throbbing manhood is hot, she can feel his heartbeat. With the tip of her tongue, she licks the opening of his hard-on like licking an ice cream cone. As her tongue traces the opening of him over and over, her thumb circles his frenulum. Looking up at him, her lips grab the head of him. She pushes her mouth down over the ridge of his swollen pole. She lets her mouth coat him in saliva. She takes him as far as she can go once, twice, and a third time. She pulls her mouth off with a pop. Her eyes look at his face and she can see the strain, his eyes closed as if concentrating. Her earlier command rings in the back of her head. She smiles, his dick pressing against her mouth. Her hand strokes him with perfection. She says four words into the head of his cock, like a microphone, four words she knows will push him over the edge. “Cum for me Daddy.” His eyes shoot open, his breathing comes fast and shallow. She spits on his dick and strokes him hard.
A geyser of thick white cum erupts out of the head of his dick. It shoots up and over her head and onto his chest. Her eyes go wide in amazement, she has never seen so much cum. Several spurts leave his body. Convulsions shake his legs under her. His seed coats her face, head, and back. The groans escaping him are deep and loud. She wipes up little spots of his milk and tastes him, cleaning her fingers.
“It was nice meeting you. Have a great rest of your day.” She turns to get her towel, showing off her amazing backside.
His voice is shaky, still catching his breath, “I’ll see you at home, kitten. Choose which wine you want for dinner.”
She looks over her shoulder, “Thank you, Daddy, I’ll see you at home.”
makes sauna even hotter