Things heat up

FIR Sauna Room: No Clothing, No Exceptions. The sign on the door providing an unequivocal brief of what awaited her beyond it.

Jessica paused to consider the possibilities of what may eventuate inside, weighing the perennial risk of recognition against her desire for another illicit encounter, incognito or otherwise. She secured her towel, an involuntary action courtesy of the subconscious remnants of her former virtue, before pushing the door, and her apprehensions aside.

A dry heat enveloped her entire body as her eyes struggled to acclimate to the ambient lighting within; a salmon hue permeating the warm sauna air, as though they were inexorably dependent on one another. She began to survey her surroundings as best she could.

The room was modestly sized, with a three tiered bench stretching seamlessly along the rear boundary and its two adjacent walls. A group of thirty-somethings were sat on the middle tier of the right hand bench and a middle-aged man was lying face down on the highest tier against the far wall. Jessica took residence opposite the former.

Sitting down, she crossed her legs elegantly and unfastened her towel, spreading it out neatly beneath herself in the process so it wouldn’t detract from the spectacle she was intent on creating.

Satisfied with her presentation, she turned her attention back to the other inhabitants, all of whom were yet to acknowledge her arrival. The middle-aged man hadn’t stirred from his dormancy and the group opposite, consisting of two women flanked by two men, were seemingly too preoccupied in conversation to notice anyone else.

Despite three of the group possessing prominent Dutch accents, they conversed exclusively in English, presumably for the benefit of the fourth, an attractive blonde lady who appeared to be of Scandinavian descent. Unfortunately, she was the exception to the rule in both ethnicity and beauty; her contemporaries appearing plain in comparison, despite their conditioned physiques.

Jessica observed them, captivated; so often the centre of attention herself, she seldom had the opportunity to sit and watch others. She began formulating vignettes from every minutiae, surmising what she could from their appearances and interactions, and employing creative liberties to make up the rest.

She deduced the couple on the left to be married, their ring fingers were absent confirmation but she attributed that to either personal preference or current environment. Their body language betrayed a familiarity with one another transcending physicality, but they barely interacted in isolation from the others, suggesting an expenditure of subjects to discuss between themselves.

The second couple, comprised of the blonde lady and her partner, were more overtly affectionate, rarely going more than a few seconds without one contriving to touch the other, a clear indication of their comparatively recent relationship. Jessica again noted the aesthetic disparity between them, so began fabricating potential justifications for their unlikely union.

A possible explanation revealed itself when the man leant forward to speak to his compatriots, unfolding his legs as he did. God damn! the actress proclaimed internally, her eyes affixed to the imposing manhood he had inadvertently exposed.

Her perception of the male anatomy had been altered irrevocably over the past 24 hours, so it was testament to his enormity that she was still impressed. It was easily 8 inches long and exceptionally thick, dimensionally inferior only to Beezy’s and he wasn’t even hard….yet.

Tearing her gaze away, she glanced upwards to discover the man looking back at her, a barely contained grin affirming his cognizance of the inspection. Unabashed, she partially raised her eyebrows, his smile widening in reply.

Their silent exchange had gone unnoticed by the others so Jessica resolved to afford him a view worthy of the one he had accidentally bestowed upon her. Placing her left elbow on the bench behind, she knew exactly how to proceed.

She had been accredited with several iconic movie moments and was undoubtedly destined for many more, on this occasion however, someone else’s seemed more befitting. Staring directly at him, she gracefully removed her left leg from atop the right and placed it down so only centimetres separated them; pausing for the briefest of moments before restoring her pose in the opposite direction. It was a disciplined tribute and judging by her spectator’s obvious appreciation, one worthy of the scene which had inspired it.

The man’s attention lingered on her for several more seconds, before the dressing of his peers interrupted his stupor. “Are you not coming?” the blonde lady asked, visibly confused by her partner’s immobility, “Mmm….no. I’m going to stay a bit longer.” he replied. Jessica closed her eyes and tilted her head back, feigning indifference to their temporary farewells, lest she arouse suspicion.

A refreshing breeze blew past her, succeeded by the sound of the door swinging shut; convinced of their departure, she abandoned the charade. The middle-aged man remained prone to her left, she suspected he was asleep but his position prevented certainty. Her flirtations would have to remain subdued for now.

She turned back towards her now unattended admirer but made no attempt to lock eyes with him, her gaze instead returning determinedly to his impressive member. Parting her legs once more, she maneuvered her right hand slowly across her thigh, before resting it against her sex and gently stroking the exterior. Arching her back, she cupped her left breast softly in the other and started massaging it with equal tenderness. His dick began to swell.

Jessica’s thoughts returned to Beezy, the actress intuitively slipping a single digit inside herself as she recalled their exploits from the evening before, an unintentional moan escaping her lips in return, “ahhh”.

Startled by her own utterance, she bolted upright and hurriedly reverted to her former posture, concealing all evidence of the exhibition which had interrupted it. She glanced tentatively out of the corner of her eye and discovered the older man turning over to investigate the sound.

She stared directly ahead, hoping the illusion of normality would deter his curiosity; a nuanced strategy, summarily undermined by her admirer, who had made no attempt to conceal his glee or his erection. Even in the heat, she still felt her cheeks redden.

Suppressing her embarrassment, the actress opted against further attempts at subtlety and instead rewarded her admirer’s excitement with an expression betraying her amorous intentions. For the next minute, she remained focused exclusively on him and he on her, their eye contact only relenting when the other man passed between them on his way to the door.

Jessica waited for it to close behind him, before addressing her suitor for the first time; “And then there were two….” she smiled.