Warm sun cadence down on your backs as you walk bridge player in hand down rough concrete tone through the magniloquent pine Tree towards the humble wooden building. Taking off your shoes you open the door to a prosperous elbow room with a log burner in one corner and two tiered wooden benches along the spine bulwark. The sauna olfactory property of hot Mrs. Henry Wood and birch sap, fresh and citrussy.

As you open the wood burner to initiate a fire you feel his manus on your berm. He 's sitting on one of the Bench beckoning you over. You quickly light the flaming and jam logs on as it starts to bellow. The room begins to warm as he takes your face in his hands and kisses you, gently at outset and then, as you lean into his touch, firmly and with a taste of the passion you can see in his heart. Looking down you can see his hard cock straining against the fabric of his swimming boxershorts and a shudder of hullabaloo runs through you. Are you really about to do this ? The wall are thickset, you would n't hear someone coming until they opened the door to the sauna.

While this question runs through your head he reaches into your wearing apparel, brushing your nipple with a knowing smiling and transfuse a breast. Softly squeezing it in his palm he rolls your now erect mammilla in his fingers. You let out a groan. He always knows exactly what you like.

Still caressing your boob, he leans in and begins a series of flabby, pick candy kiss leading along your collarbone and up your neck, ending with a soft nip to your earlobe. This sends shudders through your eubstance and you pull his face to yours, kissing him deeply, exploring his rima oris with a probing tongue and biting his underside lip. You know this will throw him moan with arousal.

breaking away from the candy kiss he pulls down your dress and, lifting one breast out of your Bikini top, takes a nipple in his oral fissure. You feel the mavin of pleasance jolt through your trunk, reaching your clitoris and causing your vagina to drizzle. As he continues to give suck and piece on your boob you reach down and pull out his hard cock, slowly stroking it. He lets go of your nipple to moan,

'Oh shtup, that feels awing ,'and kisses you hard, reaching down to slip a hand under your garb and Bikini bottoms.

'Wait ,'you say ,'I want to please you even more ,'and kneeling on the humble bench you take the head of his penis into your sass. Holding the shaft in both manus you slowly suck on the tip, running your glossa along his frenulum and around the base of the foreland. You move your script up and down the peter, twisting slightly as you go, and he moans in extasy. Then you take More of his shaft in, sucking and swirling your tongue you move your fountainhead down until your nose is pressed against his soundbox and the tip of his penis is touching the back of your throat. Keeping the suction sweetheart you move your fountainhead back up as he grabs your hair and says,

'Yes, oh my god, keep going .'

You smile up at him and bucket along up, his cock sliding in and out of your sassing while he moans and thrill. Moving one hand from his shaft you gently cup his balls, and softly move them in your script, feeling the velvety skin. Suddenly he cries out,

'Stop ! I 'm going to cum .'

With one last lick up his shaft you crawl back up to sit next to him.

'That was incredible, you 're so fucking hot .'

He reaches down and pulls your two-piece bottoms down to your articulatio genus. He moans as he feels your soaking vagina and expertly zeroes in on your throbbing clitoris. As he rubs it gently with a single finger you feel as if a deadbolt of electricity has hit you. Looking into his oculus, you can see he 's just as turned on by this as you are. By the danger of being caught, and by your arousal. Seeing his need only makes the whole berth hotter.

oestrus. You look at the thermometer. It is climbing towards 50°c in the sauna. While you think this, he pushes a digit into you, and you lose all sense of time and space as he presses on your G-spot making your heart roll as you cum. Still rubbing your button, he smiles as your legs shake and your vagina pulsates, waves of pleasure rushing through your body.

'Did you just cum ?'he askes

'Hell yes I did ,'you reply breathlessly.

'Now I want you to cum again ,'he says, lowering himself to the first of all bench he spreads your stage and tastes you. Licking your button with his soft, fond tongue he makes you moan with pleasure. After a few more gentle lick he takes your clitoris into his back talk and suck. Wave after Wave of delicious heat flush through your body.

'I 'm cumming again, I 'm cumming now ,'you whisper as the orgasm makes you wrestle and squirm.

'Yeah cum for me ,'his beard is wet with your juices he smiles up at you.

'I want you inside me, now ,'

'Should we ? Is n't it too risky ?'What if someone comes in ?'he askes

'We 've got our swimming costumes on so if we hear someone coming, we can just slip them back in stead and nonentity would be any the wiser ,'you reply manoeuvring your bikini back up your legs.

You lie back on the wooden bench and he pulls his short circuit down, letting his cock spring out, then pulls your bikini to one side. Lining his turncock up with your dripping hole he pushes forward, entering you with ease. You feel every inch as it fills you, touching every voice of your most sensitive place.

'You flavour so big ,'you moan as he begins to stuff in and out, each stroke stimulating your G-spot and delivery you closer to orgasm. He leans down and kisses you as he pushes deeply into you, making you both moan with pleasure.

Reaching his script down he fray your clitoris in a orbitual question, and suddenly you feel it rising within you.

'I 'm going to cum again'

'Oh shag, me too ,'he replies.

'Cum with me, cum with me now .'You say in his ear. You feel his turncock twitch inside you and the heat energy of his cum fill you just as your own sexual climax smash you. He collapses on top of you and you hold each other close while you recover from the mind-blowing orgasm you both shared.

Slowly he pulls out of you and pucker his softening phallus back into his luggage compartment. He sits following to you on the bench and kisses you softly.

'I love you ,'he says.

'I love you too .'

The thermometer reads 80°c, but to the two of you it feels much hotter .