I eventually made my way round to the men’s locker area. It seemed to be empty but I still had yet to check the sauna. I walked up to the door and peered through the glass. I couldn’t make out very much through all the steam but upon closer examination I saw him lying there.
He was simply beautiful. Sweat glistened all over his body. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be asleep. I recognized him immediately. He was in the club several times each week. He never spoke to me but always smiled at me. Every so often I would see him looking at me as he came in.
There’s a certain way that a man looks at a woman to let her know he wants her and that was the exact look he always gave me. It was in his eyes and in his smile and I’m sure he knew, I wanted him too.
He was absolutely beautiful and completely perfect. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about what I could do, if only I had the nerve. I stood there, just watching him sleep.
My mind wandered and I mused. I stood there staring for hours it seemed but in reality only moments passed by. My fingers itched to feel his skin. I watched silently, in a hypnotic state as a single bead of sweat trickled down his body. I wanted to taste it. I wanted him very badly.
I had never wanted anything so base, so carnal. I didn’t want to have any kind of long term relationship, I didn’t even want to know his name. I just wanted to be with him long enough for us to enjoy each other and then I wanted to walk away.
I don’t know where I found the courage but I wrapped my fingers around the door handle and slowly turned it. I know my palms were beginning to sweat and it had nothing to do with the steam.
I walked in and silently closed the door behind me. I felt an instant of panic that he would reject me but decided to make my advance on the theory of nothing ventured, nothing gained. Just this one time in my life I was going to throw caution to the wind and live for the moment.
I walked further into the sauna until I stood just before him. The only sounds I could hear was the hiss of the steam and his faint breathing. He must have been deeply asleep to not know I stood beside him. I was so afraid but I knew I had to touch him. I reached out a very shaky hand and lightly touched his chest.
He sighed but did not wake. The almost inaudible sound caused me to jump. Still shaking I reached out to touch him again. With only my index finger I traced a path from the base of his throat all the way down his chest, stopping at his belly.
I couldn’t believe how good he felt to touch. How much I wanted to have him. Next, I stroked his cheek with the back of my hand, and then leaned down to place a single kiss upon his forehead.
Still he did not stir. I became curious, wondering just how much I could get away with while he slept. I kneeled down beside him and began to explore his body with my hands. I gently massaged his chest at first and then moved on to learn every inch of him.
I had never studied a man so closely. I felt bold and daring. I imagined that I could do just about anything and he would not waken. I stroked my hands the length of his thighs and continued down his legs and back up again.
I don’t know how I found the nerve but I began to kiss him. I kissed him randomly anywhere that appealed to me. Just innocent, feather light kisses. I began to kiss his neck and became consumed by the act. I licked and sucked him, starved for the salty taste of him.
Suddenly, I felt his hand in my hair holding my head in place encouraging me to continue my task. I felt him begin to respond to me. He moaned softly and shifted his body closer to mine.
I began to work my way along his throat to his jaw line and finally to his mouth. I kissed him passionately and with wild abandon. My hands roamed over his naked flesh and he pulled me closer to him. We kissed for a very long time and when the kiss ended I found myself breathless.
As I opened my eyes I was startled by the depth of the blue eyes which stared back at me. I blinked once, and then I blinked again. His eyes were intensely blue, I really don’t think I could describe them except to say that they took my breath away.
I had no doubt that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. He pulled me down to kiss him once more. He didn’t ask me for any kind of explanation, he didn’t seem to mind the situation at all.
I was so relieved that he didn’t push me away, that he didn’t reject my advances. He seemed to accept the situation for what it was which added to my excitement. Several minutes must have passed when he broke away from the kiss. He backed away from me slightly and smiled.
Without saying a word he winked at me and got up, leaving me there on the floor, confused and completely aroused. He left the sauna, completely naked wearing nothing but that damn, all knowing smile on his face.
I got up off the floor, sat down on the bench he had just vacated cursing myself for a fool. I kept saying to myself it was a foolish thing to do. How could I have thought he would just go along with this?
Feeling defeated I had all but resigned myself that it was time to lock up and go home. Just as I was about to rise from the bench the door opened and he came back in. He had a cup in his hand and I assumed he had gone for a glass of water. He stood beside me and placing the cup on the bench.
I had on my usual attire of leotard, tights, socks and sneakers which he decided should disappear from his sight. He began to undress me, all the while, his eyes never leaving mine and the smile never leaving his face.
He began to touch and caress me as he peeled away my clothes. Inch by inch, he explored me, taking his time. Finally when I was as naked as he, I was leaned back upon the bench and stunned by his next act.
He took hold of my hips, sliding me forward so that I rested at the edge of the bench. He positioned me so that I leaned back against the wall, then placed his hands upon my knees. He knelt down before me and coaxed my legs apart. Fitting himself between my thighs he began to kiss me again.
He started with my mouth. Kissing me, sucking at my tongue, making me moan for him and stealing the very breath from my body. He left my mouth, leaving me to feel abandoned but the feeling was fleeting. He started to work his way down, kissing me on my neck and then my shoulders.
I thought I would go mad when he took my breast in his mouth. He held it gently in his hand and began to lick my nipple. Slowly at first, increasing the speed and pressure of the act gradually. Eventually, he had me fully in his mouth and he sucked me hungrily. His hands moved down to my legs and massaged my thighs.
He bent his head lower again and kissed my stomach. I could feel the sweat trickle down the back of my neck and wondered if it was being caused by him or the steam.
I know I mumbled something about the heat and feeling dizzy. He laughed softly and reached for the cup. I assumed he was going to allow me a sip of cool water but instead he raised the glass to his own lips. He returned the cup to its resting place and bent down again.
Expecting to feel the warmth of his kiss, I was shocked to feel icy cold wetness against my skin.
He placed his head between my parted legs and began to lick me. I was shocked by what I was feeling. He had ice in his mouth as he licked and sucked at me. As he came into contact with my heated flesh the ice melted and the water ran down between the folds of my skin.
I squirmed on the bench, burying my hands in his hair, desperate for something to grab hold of. I was struggling for breath. Panting and moaning. My entire body tensed and rigid. His movements were small and controlled at first. He deliberately teased me in the beginning. He extended the tip of his tongue and flicked it lightly against clitoris. He must have held the icecube between his teeth because I felt the cold hardness of the ice pushed directly against me. I shivered and sighed. I never imagined anything like this.
The ice melting away in the heat of the sauna, cool water mixed with my own juices, running down my thighs, oh God! He began to lick me with long but slow strokes as the ice melted away. His tongue still felt cool against my heated flesh. His movements started to become faster and faster. He began to use his hands with his mouth.
His fingers probed deep inside me as he continued to lick. He pressed his mouth down firmly against me at one point, removing his fingers and driving his tongue inside me. I still had my hands in his hair and at some point I closed my eyes because I was completely mindless of anything else. I knew nothing beyond what he was making me feel, and the unbearable heat of the sauna.
I could feel my body begin to tense and he picked my legs up to rest on his shoulders to give himself better access to me. I locked my ankles behind his head and gripped the edge of the bench. His hand came around to grab hold of my ass and he pulled me even closer, granting him further access to me.
Faster and faster his tongue stroked at me, and instinctively I sought to push him away. I was on the brink of orgasm and was on the very edge of that moment where pleasure and pain are one thing. Fighting the moment, wanting to push it away and yet all the while desperate to know it.
As I pushed him he held me tighter and just continued on. For one split second it occurred to me that this was so wrong, I didn’t even know this man’s name but then the ecstasy of what I felt outweighed propriety.
Finally there was no choice but to give in to it. My breathing was nothing but ragged gasps for air. My hands left the bench and gripped his arms. My nails dug into his flesh but he never strayed from his task. So totally intent on what he did I doubt he even heard when I cried out.
My back arched, my head leaning way back, my entire body rigid and tense I began to climax. I was wracked with spasms that ran all the way through me. Every nerve in my body awakened in a single split second. I felt like I was on fire even though I was drenched with sweat from the steam.
My eyes still tightly closed I shut out everything else, there was nothing else except this feeling. As I exploded with my orgasm I screamed out louder then I ever knew I could. With this his movements slowed but did not stop. Steadily he just continued on. I did not think I could stand much more so I begged him to stop. All I heard in response was a muffled "Mmmmmmmmm" but he did not stop. I moaned my response but could not push him away.
I felt weak and exhausted and over heated as he began to increase the speed and intensity of his actions. I began to pant and gasp for air, I tried to tell him I felt dizzy but I don’t think he believed me. I don’t know what happened beyond that, its all a bit of a blur but I think I fainted.
I awoke sometime later, dressed and on the couch in my office. I was alone and all was quiet. I felt like I just had a great nights sleep. Then, I had to ask myself, was it all a dream?
I covered my eyes blotting out the light of the room. I felt deliciously wicked which caused a naughty giggle to escape my lips. When I opened my eyes the second time he stood there looking down on me. He still wore that delightful smile he had on earlier but in addition, this time he wore clothes.
Fully dressed, he was still irresistible. He walked over to me, leaned down to kiss my forehead and then turned to leave. When he reached the doorway he stopped and turned to face me once more. It was the first time he had spoken to me since I found him asleep. "See you around." It was not a question but a statement. I knew, at some point our paths would cross again.
As the door closed behind him, I sighed contentedly and smiled over my little secret encounter knowing it would not be my last.