Getting hotter

Pete swallowed hard as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor. The red light of the sauna cast mischievous shadows across Hazel's body.

90 degrees.

He unbuttoned his trousers and slid them off with his socks. All he had left on was compression short style athletic underwear. Being as that was, he had a throbbing hard on clearly visible through the gray fabric.

100 degrees.

Hazel's eyes gave him the up down. She slowly picked up a fluffy white towel and wrapped it high on her chest. After doing so, her hands shimmied up underneath and a small silky triangle with stringy straps fell to the floor.

"Oops," she said sheepishly, "I guess the tequila thing still applies to panty dropping."

110 degrees.

A sheen of sweat was glazed over Pete's skin from both the heat of the sauna and the heat of the situation. All he could do was gawk at the thong on the wood plank floor.

120 degrees.

"Oops," Hazel repeated as she slide the straps off of her arms, "I guess the tequila worked for my dress too."

The dress seemed much too small to cover her body as it hit the ground around her feet. Her long legs were visible as the towel wrapped high made it terminate INCHES below her crotch. She stepped out of the small pile and took a seat on the two tier wooden bench. The red dim lights played tricks on his eyes as she quickly crossed her legs. He thought he saw a quick glimpse at her well trimmed nether region.

130 degrees.

Both Hazel and Pete had a good layer of sweat glistening off of their bodies at this point. Pete grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"When in Rome," he chuckled as he dropped his compression shorts.

Rick's cock immediately put a tent in the towel. Rick noticed Hazel's eyes flash as they were drawn to it before he adjusted it upward under the towel.

140 degrees.

The steam was making the room foggy with heat. And Pete's head buzzed with anticipation and excitement.

"I sure could use a shoulder massage," Hazel requested nonchalantly. "That of course is an official task from your boss," she laughed jokingly.

150 degrees.

Pete climbed the bench and sat behind Hazel and gazed at her naked shoulders. Towel still wrapped tight and high. Her curly hair piled high in a messy bun gave him a clear view below from the 2nd tier bench above. The slick sweat made his hands glide across her well toned shoulders.

Hazel let out a little grunt as he worked her muscles. Her head involuntarily lulled to the side as he squeezed.

160 degrees.

Pete's mind was in a haze. Rational thought was at the tipping point. Dare he continue???