Keep conscious, make small talk

"So, you do the saunas often?" You try. She barely shrugs back, clearly as dozy as you.

Determined to keep from passing out in here, you press on, "I usually only come in when I'm pretty beat, and let me tell you, I got quite a workout from a tight body I picked up here yesterday!" You grin. She raises an eyebrow, then leans back, as if really seeing you for the first time. After silently staring at you for what feels like far too awkward of a moment, she just nods slowly back.

"Let's just say that his eight inch cock wasn't the only thing I got a ride on!" You laugh, a little too loudly, and she smirks back at you.

"He, uh, had a motorcycle." You nod. She's not a talkative one.

You nod to yourself, looking through the hazy room. Except for yourself and the girl beside and your towel on the hook over there, it's pretty empty.

"Mind if I lock it?" You stand, cross to the door and grabbing the latch. She shakes her head no and you turn it to "Locked."

Walking back, you stop in front of her, "He was pretty impressed with the smoothness of my shave, which I daresay is still pretty darn good, eh?" You lift a leg up, placing your foot beside her thigh and offering your hairless lips for appraisal. She reaches up, her fingers slipping along the surface, and she nods her positive review.

Standing there, her fingers crossing forward and back along your slit, you shiver slightly, and her tips spread your lips, touching the burning, wet flesh between them. "Stop!" You giggle, teasingly pushing her hand away.

"How smooth are you?" She just shakes her head, "C'mon, lemme see!" She shakes her head more vigorously. "C'mon, I'll give you a really fun 'assessment!'" You grin, grabbing the edge of her towel and pulling it off, tumbling back a few steps with a giggle.

Your sauna mate stands up, his rock hard cock pointing straight at you and all you can think is "Gosh, that explains the flat chest..."