Kiss!

You gasp for a second, but then give in to her advances. Feel her salty sweat on her sweet lips touching yours and open your mouth eagerly to let in her probing tongue. Feel her hands all over your hot, sweaty body and return her the favour, her soft flesh under your hands feels really good and you grope and knead her roughly, making her moan into your mouth.

Her hand strokes your breast, your belly, your thighs. Encircling your grotto teasingly.

You try to take her hand and lead it between your legs but she refuses with a smile.

“Not yet, dear, the sauna is just for warming up and getting your blood pumping. I promise you’ll get your happy ending later!”

You moan impatiently, but surrender to the older woman’s lead and lean back, enjoying her probing hands all over your body except for the pulsating, quivering spot where you want it the most and kiss her passionately, wildly, hungrily.

You feel like you’re burning up with the sauna heat and the heat the older woman causes in you, which she clearly notices.

“I think it’s time we get out, you’ll get a heat stroke, young lady.”

She smiles, takes your hand and leads you to the small room with the massage bench. You lie on it - a little self conscious, she didn't et you shower or even wipe yourself down, sweat is pouring down on you, but then the same applies to her.

She rubs your aching muscles – you're quite tense, this day was – wild after all. You moan when you feel she’s not just using her hands but her tongue as well. She really doesn't seem yo mind you sweating, licks you whole backside, your legs, even your feet and eventually spreads your cheeks and licks your asshole. Not the type of massage you had expected, but you can't utter anything else than moans, and eagerly turn around when she makes you.

She’s still using her hands - this still IS a massage as well, and a good one, all your knots and tensions disappear, but her tongue is equally eagerly working, licking all over our body, your neck, your tits, your belly button, and finally of course, your pussy, as she hungrily eats you out. Your juices must flow over after the foreplay in the sauna and very soon you moan, gasp and scream when you cum under her expert tongue and hands all over your body.

“Feeling better, love? Relaxed?”

She smiles down and you can only nod.

“Good. It's much easier to make a woman beautiful when she’s at her best natural state of relaxation and contend!”

She helps you up and leads you into the small shower cabin, turns on the water and follows you inside. Of course. It doesn't even seem strange to you at this point.

“Full service!” she smiles, winking, as she lathers you up, ever again kissing you, your body as well as your hungry lips, until you're as clean as can be and feel as dirty as you never have.

You both step out of the shower and the beautician - of course – rubs you off with a soft towel and helps you into the softest, fluffiest, pinkest bathrobe you ever knew – nothing you’d have ever worn as man. Regretfully. It’s like wearing cotton candy. As is the towel she helps you wrap around your wet hair. Then she dresses herself – which goes quickly, only wearing her dress and shoes.

You follow her to the front of the salon.