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Sarah stepped closer in the tiled changing room, her own towel already loose around her chest. She reached out and tugged at the knot Leo had made on Elena’s towel. “Too high. The heat will make it slip. Let me show you.”

Her fingers brushed Elena’s bare shoulders as she pulled the thick cotton down, letting it pool at Elena’s waist before re-wrapping it lower, just above the hips. The heavy fabric dragged across Elena’s nipples, and Leo felt every ridge of the weave scrape over the stiffening peaks. Sarah’s knuckles grazed the underside of Elena’s breasts while she tucked the edge in tight.

“Better,” Sarah murmured, stepping back to admire her work. The towel now sat low enough that the upper curves of Elena’s tits threatened to spill over with every breath. Leo swallowed hard inside the link; the sensation of cool air licking across freshly exposed skin made Elena’s body shiver visibly.

Sarah didn’t stop there. She slid her palms down Elena’s sides, smoothing the towel against her waist and hips, fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh. “You have to make sure it won’t ride up when you sit on the hot benches,” she explained, voice low. Her hands lingered, thumbs brushing the swell of Elena’s ass through the cotton.

Leo felt heat flood Elena’s cheeks. Sarah’s touch was clinical on the surface, but the way her fingers kept finding bare skin at the towel’s edge sent sparks straight to Elena’s core. He could feel the first slick bead of arousal gathering between Elena’s folds.

“Turn around,” Sarah ordered softly. When Leo complied, Sarah reached around from behind, adjusting the front of the towel so it barely covered Elena’s nipples. The motion pressed Sarah’s own towel-covered breasts against Elena’s back. Leo felt the warm press of another woman’s body, the faint scent of Sarah’s skin mixing with steam already drifting from the sauna doors.

Sarah’s hand slipped lower, ostensibly checking the tuck at Elena’s hip, but her fingers brushed the top of Elena’s mound through the fabric. Leo’s borrowed pussy clenched involuntarily. Sarah felt it and let out a quiet, knowing laugh against Elena’s ear.

“Sensitive today, aren’t we?” she whispered. “The heat room will make everything ten times more intense. Try not to moan too loud when the sweat starts running down between your legs.”

She gave Elena’s ass a playful squeeze, then stepped away, leaving Leo panting inside the link. Elena’s nipples were rock-hard against the towel, and a thin trail of wetness had already begun to soak the cotton where it pressed between her thighs.

Sarah opened the heavy timber door. Waves of hot, eucalyptus-scented air rolled out. “After you,” she said with a wicked smile. “And remember—when we sit on those benches, the towels come off completely. FKK rules.”

Leo guided Elena forward on shaky legs, the heavy cotton dragging across her swollen clit with every step, the promise of total nudity and Sarah’s knowing hands waiting just beyond the threshold.