Sauna

Pete agreed to the sauna but before he could consider changing clothes she walked right over and entered in her little black dress. One of the thin straps still hung loosely off of her shoulder. As she turned on the heat she looked back at Pete and looked him up and down.

"Well, are you coming or not?" She asked.

Pete started unbuttoning his shirt and walked over to the wooden room. The fragrant wood smells and humidity teased his senses. It was a warm 80 degrees at this point. Pete saw hazel pour back and drink the contents of a small bottle as he entered the small room. She looked up at him and smiled. Hazel really was a knock out sexy woman. The little black dress hid none of the curves of her femininity.

If he walked in, it might be the point of no return.

Hazel found a hair tie and piled her curls atop her head in a messy bun. Her arms above her head in motion with her hair caused her cleavage to pull up in an amazing display of perky tits.

At that sight, his decision became that much harder, and so was his cock.