The recessed bulbs cast a comforting yellow glow around me. The heater creaked and groaned, sounding alive as it kept the lava rocks super-hot.
I lifted my ass, one cheek at a time. Relieving the pressure of the hot pine bench. Every so often, there would be a hiss of steam, and my skin would sting from the heat.
The dry air had a distinct eucalyptus aroma. I took long, slow breaths, letting my head clear as my body relaxed.
I had been sitting atop the tiered seating for ten minutes. It had been a couple of minutes since I last risked a glance at the woman reclining opposite me.
Tall, slim, and toned with dark Mediterranean features, she looked relaxed and impervious to the sauna’s heat.
Leaning forward, I used the edge of my hand to wipe the sweat and oils from my legs. The movement allowed me to risk another peek.
She was gazing down at her feet. Her legs stretched out before her, feet hanging over the edge of the lower bench. Leaning back, she let her arms support her.
Happy that my inspection was unnoticed, I let my eyes linger. I took in the long, glossy black hair, the full round breasts with large dark areola and stubby nipples.
I scanned her taut abs and settled on the glinting piercing decorating her naval: a short silver chain with a diamond tip.
Glancing back at her face, I saw that I was busted. Her eyes were locked on mine. She had caught me.
I nervously wriggled my ass cheeks again, letting out a deep sigh as the stones hissed and exhaled another wave of heat. I was about to grab my towel and beat a hasty retreat when she spoke. “Helena,” she offered.
“Cathy,” I offered in return, trying hard to keep my eyes focused on her face. At least my pink cheeks could be explained away by the heat instead of guilt and embarrassment.
She smiled at me, large dark brown eyes and perfect white teeth. She really was beautiful.
Her eyes never left mine as she raised her feet to sit upright, her knees spread wide apart.
It was a deliberate act; she was showing me her most intimate parts.
I watched as several large beads of sweat flowed down her mound before glistening around her prominent clit and labia. There was no hint of stubble to break the flow. She was as smooth as a baby’s bum.
Without thinking, I parted my thighs to mirror her pose.
My pulse raced as I felt my juices start to flow.
Her hand, complete with perfectly painted white nails, dropped between her thighs. Her eyes never left mine as she dragged a finger along her full, dark-pigmented lips.
I followed suit, groaning aloud as my finger grazed my clit.
“It’s getting hot in here. Let’s try the plunge pool,” she said. Her gaze was mocking and challenging yet friendly and inviting.
We stood, grabbed our towels, and stepped out into the plunge pool area.
I followed her through the ankle-deep bath, my eyes riveted to the sway of her curvy ass as it swayed before my eyes.
We paused at the pool’s edge, stood there, locked eyes again, and stepped forward as one.
As the cold water reached our necks, I sucked in a deep breath, trying not to scream aloud, before scurrying to the ladder to climb back out.
Helena was right behind me, getting a close-up of my pussy as I climbed from the frigid water.
Stepping from the pool, I turned to offer a hand.
Her face and those beautiful eyes were level with my breasts, the cold water having hardened my nipples to diamond-like hardness.
Without warning, her head moved forward, her soft, warm mouth enveloped my nipple, and she sucked hard.
“Ooooh,” I groaned aloud.
My head spun as I tried to see if we had been spotted.
“Aaagh,” she nipped and stretched my nub before releasing it and stepping away.
It suddenly occurred to me that this gorgeous woman was going to make me cum from a woman’s touch for the first time since I left college ten years ago.
Or, to be honest, I really hoped she would.
“I think we should shower and maybe get a drink.” I was trying to sound nonchalant. Not easy when your pussy is throbbing with desire, and your nips could cut glass.
“Yes, let’s get warm, and then I know a cozy little bar,” Helena said.
The shower area offered a choice of personal cubicles or communal showers. I usually opt for a cubicle, but Helena had opened her locker and headed straight to a bank of showers, so I followed suit.
We had to behave ourselves; there was a constant flow of members coming and going. Even so, watching Helena lathering herself with rich vanilla foam was a turn-on.
She shampooed her hair, fingered in a conditioner, and then lathered her body up.
I realized that there was naughtiness in the air when she caught my eye.
Those liquid brown eyes never left mine as she squeezed and stretched her nipples.
Slowly lathering her thighs and mound before slipping a soapy finger between her folds. She actually raised a knee, briefly balanced on one leg, and fingered her slit, “Gotta be clean all over,” she giggled, standing straight again.
Eventually, we were finished and returned to our lockers to dress.
Having just come from the office, I donned nude thigh-highs, moderate heels, white thong panties, and a dark green knitted dress. Yes, I had been wearing a bra, but that was now in my backpack, letting the girls roam free.
Helena joined me at the mirror and brushed her hair before producing a rechargeable straightener to add a finishing touch.
I hadn’t anticipated her outfit. Black biker boots with silver studs, black fishnets, a short black leather skirt, a sheer black blouse that did little to hide her unfettered girls, and a black biker’s jacket.
For some women, the look could have come across as hard and intimidating, but for Helena, it just looked really sexy.
ooOOoo
I had feared it would be a dyke biker bar, but in total contrast to her look, the bar was quiet and sophisticated. There was gentle jazz, subtle lighting, and small tables around an open floor.
We grabbed a corner table and decided to share a bottle of red wine and a platter of cold cuts and bruschetta.
It was turning into the perfect evening. We chatted easily, acknowledging the mutual attraction but dialing it back from our antics at the spa.
Helena was between partners; she and a girlfriend had mutually split earlier in the year, and she was in no hurry to commit again. I had been single for longer. A couple of short, failed relationships to look back on. As my mother was so fond of saying, “Cathy, you always pick the wrong kinda guy.”
We had just started on a second bottle of wine when the lighting changed to reveal a jazz quartet on a small corner stage.
They were good, smooth, and polished. They performed all the standards, mainly instrumentals, but they were able to add some deep, smoky voices when required.
After a few numbers, several couples started to dance, adding to the conviviality.
My third glass of Merlot was getting a little buzz going. The band had started to play “It Don’t Mean a Thing,” bringing back memories of my grandpa and his gramophone on a Sunday morning before the big family dinner.
Anyway, it just seemed so natural to reach across the table and tug on Helena’s hand, nodding to the dance floor as I did so.
She rewarded me with a huge smile and shimmied forward.
I can’t claim that either of us was going to set the world of dance alight. There were no Chicago auditions for us in the future.
That aside, we enjoyed every moment—touching and holding each other, laughing, and just bopping about. We even swapped partners with a few other couples. It was, as they say, a gas.
One O’clock in the morning saw us on the pavement outside the club. Our breath misted in the cold air.
“We need a taxi,” I announced.
“We do. We need a taxi,” Helena nodded very seriously before adding, “We also need a destination,” with a giggle.
“Too soon to go home?” I queried.
“No, I want to take you home, but I share with my brother.”
“Then it’s my place. It’s across town, but it won’t take long.”
ooOOoo
We were really well-behaved in the cab. Honestly, we were.
We held hands, I slipped a hand onto Helena’s thigh, enjoying her warmth through the coarseness of her fishnets.
We kept locking eyes. Hers set my pulse racing.
I paid off the cab and turned around. Straight into her arms.
Our lips locked. I could feel a little tongue, with a slight hint of garlic and salami. Who cares? I thought we’d eaten the same.
Helena’s hand cupped my breast, “I can feel your heart; it’s racing,” she murmured in my ear.
“I believe it is,” my turn to giggle as I squeezed her ass cheek.
My home is on the top floor of a converted old house, which means I have large rooms and high ceilings.
We took the stairs to the top, and I unlocked the door.
Once inside, we stopped to look at each other.
Those liquid brown eyes danced with energy.
I kicked off my heels and hung up my overcoat. Helena unzipped her boots before shucking off her jacket.
My light was an LED, and its brightness rendered her sheer blouse transparent.
The sheer black silk was tight over her breasts, her nipples tenting the fabric.
I swallowed hard, suddenly finding my mouth dry.
“You like.” With that, Helena cupped her breasts and jiggled them in my face.
I latched onto her nipple, sucking hard through the silky fabric.
I was in heaven; I could feel her warmth against my face, and Chanel’s Coco assailed my senses.
I sucked and tugged while she moaned and groaned, forcing herself against me.
My juices were flowing, and I could feel dampness on my thighs and the tiny white thong was totally overwhelmed by my excitement.
I released the nipple in its silken pouch from my mouth and stepped back, “Oh fuck do I ever.”
“I thought you might.” with that, Helena started popping buttons, slowly releasing her beautiful breasts.
I started to move forward, but her raised hand stopped me. “Your turn now,” she said, her voice taking on a breathy edge of excitement.
Slowly, drawing the moment out, I gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it over my head.
I dropped the dress, let my arms hang to the side, and just stood before my new friend in nothing but holdups and a sodden mini-thong.
Helena made a show of licking her lips before twisting her nipples and shuddering, “You’re making me so fucking horny,” she hissed.
When I stepped toward her this time, she raised her arms, offering herself to me.
The first thing to go was the blouse. After slipping it from her broad, elegant shoulders, I knelt at her feet.
My hands shook as I reached for the fastener of her skirt. It fell to the floor, pooling around her ankles.
To my utter delight, she was commando, as they say. I was at eye level with her smooth, full mound and its deep, swollen lips. I could smell her arousal. I needed to taste her.
I looked up at her eyes, seeking permission.
Instantly, her hands gripped my hair and pulled my face to her groin.
Permission granted, I thought as I took a deep breath.
I could feel her heat, I could smell Channel, I could, above all else, smell wet aroused womanhood.
It had been so long, but now I was home. At that moment, I realized this was missing from my life.
I gripped those firm, pert ass cheeks and pulled her towards me. My tongue split her sticky labia, releasing a flow of sweet, tangy juice into my mouth.
I groaned in delight as she growled with desire.
She started a low constant chant of, “Fuck me, fuck me.”
I licked hard, with lots of pressure, as I kept my tongue flat against her slit.
Helena’s cum flowed more freely with every pass of my tongue, and soon my face was slick with her pleasure.
I stepped it up a gear, and my tongue curled as I started to penetrate her pussy.
She started to buck against my face, a high-pitched squeal replacing her words.
Now I wasn’t just clutching her ass cheeks. My fingers were pulling her cheeks apart, the tips grazing her pucker.
It drove her wild.
She was close, close to a huge cum. I could feel her body tightening in my arms; her juices were flowing freely, now running down my chin and breasts.
I moved my mouth over her clit. Slick and hot, it felt huge between my lips.
I let my index finger penetrate her pucker, and as it did, I sucked with all my might.
Her entire body spasmed as she gripped my head to her core. Those net-clad thighs gripped my head.
Even with my ears muffled, I could hear her high-pitched wailing as her cum sprayed my face and filled my mouth.
A lifetime later, I felt her relax, my head was freed, and her body melted into my arms.
Taking her weight, I let her sink to the floor beside me.
We sat against the cool plasterwork, catching our breath.
The hardwood floor glistened in the light, and lots of wet cum spots marked our passion.
Eventually, Helena took my hand in hers and turned to kiss me. A long, slow, drawn-out kiss with lots of tongue.
“I taste so good on you,” she murmured in my ear.
“You’re naturally tasty,” I giggled in return.
“I think it’s your turn now, but I need three things,” she said, taking both my hands and locking eyes.
She has the most beautiful and naughty eyes. Have I mentioned that yet?
“More wine, a bed, and a dildo or, even better, a strap-on if you have one.”
ooOOoo
I stood, placing a freshly opened bottle of Merlot and two fresh glasses on my bedside table. Quickly glancing around the room, I breathed a sigh of relief that the sheets were only a day old and I’d taken the time to make my bed that morning.
Helena stepped through from the ensuite. She’d taken a moment to freshen up.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I indicated the wine and the purple and black double dildo that now rested by the pillows, “I just need to wash up.”
I slid the door closed, sparing Helena the sound of my stream hitting the water. Wiping, I stood and grabbed a washcloth to freshen myself up.
Finished, I took a moment to examine myself in the mirror. Was I really going to do this, spend the night fucking with another woman? It had been so long since my college explorations.
In the mirror, I saw a slim, fit woman. I looked relaxed and happy. My face looked flushed, probably the wine and pure horniness. My nipples were rigid, and my pussy was throbbing with desire.
I nodded to myself in silent affirmation. Yes, I was going to fuck and be fucked.
With that, I stepped back into the bedroom.
Helena was lying on the bed, head resting on the pillows. She was totally naked, her tan skin gleaming in the lamplight. Her hands were linked beneath her head, and her ankles were crossed.
This casual pose emphasized the thick purple cock that stood tall between her thighs.
I’d taken its above-average width and length on many an occasion, but now, shining with a thick coating of lube, it took my breath away.
Helena raised herself and offered her hand.
Accepting her hand, I stepped forward. With little apparent effort, she pulled me onto the bed, swinging her legs to straddle my hips.
Neither of us spoke. We needed no cue. Our lips met, and our tongues entwined.
Our mouths fucked. Lips, tongues, cheeks, and nose all took and gave pleasure. The room silent bar the odd groan or murmur of pleasure.
God knows how long we went on. They say time flies when you enjoy yourself, but this could have been weeks.
Finally, Helena pulled away and straightened up.
“Raise your hips.”
I did as I was told, and a pillow was slipped beneath my ass, and another supported my neck and head.
Helena’s head dropped, and she started to pepper my thighs with light little kisses.
I moved my hand to grip my breast. Like lightning, Helena’s hand slapped mine away. A sharp sting heating my breast.
“It’s my turn to pleasure you; just relax.” The sternness of her voice and actions made my cunt throb with excitement.
Helena was a master pussy licker. I knew she was no stranger to eating pussy, but oh fuck she was good.
She had my feet drumming against the mattress, my pussy flooding my thighs, and me screaming to a point that made me wonder if I would speak the next day.
Finally, the room stopped spinning, and my heart slowed down.
Helena was kneeling alongside me. She slowly leaned forward and gently kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue swept across my lips before slipping deep inside my mouth.
Mmmmmmmm, she was sharing my cum juice with me.
It revived distant memories. I masturbate a lot these days, but I don’t taste myself. I will again now.
“Roll over and kneel,” the stern voice was back but partnered with a gentle, caring smile.
No sooner was I on my knees than I felt the silicone cock head against my pussy.
“Ooh, I’m so sensitive,” I whimpered
Gently, oh so gently, the purple cock head was rubbed across my cunt lips.
Up and down, each motion triggering more and more cum from deep inside me. I could feel my heart rate speeding up. Tremors were shaking my body.
“Uuurgh,” I uttered in a startled gasp as she split my cunt lips and pushed the cock deep inside me.
My breath froze, and my fingers gripped the sheets so hard they could have ripped.
My mind closed to everything, everything apart from the exquisite feeling of my cunt slowly stretching to accept the dildo. I felt every ridge and bump along that purple shaft. Every single one triggered another wave of pleasure, another release of cum.
“OK?” Helena’s warm breath caressed my ear as she whispered to me
I groaned my pleasure and bucked my hips slightly to emphasize the point.
And then she moved, withdrawing almost past my throbbing cunt lips, leaving a warm, tender void behind.
I whimpered for more, and that’s precisely what I got.
I remember her starting slow. I vaguely remember her strokes getting harder and faster.
Somewhere in a fuzzy haze of pleasure, I recall her thighs slapping against my ass cheeks as she drove the dildo home.
The wine, the overwhelming pleasure, it was too much in the end. After an earth-shattering climax, I floated off to oblivion.
ooOOoo
I woke and immediately wished I hadn’t. My head throbbed, no, it pounded; it literally felt like it was splitting in two. My mouth was dry and disgusting, like something had curled up and died inside. Maybe it was my tongue.
I gripped the duvet and went to roll out of bed. Two things immediately struck me. My pussy was throbbing like my head, and a pair of long legs were entwined with mine.