Warm sun beats down on your binding as you walk hand in hand down rough concrete steps through the tall pine Tree towards the small wooden building. Taking off your shoes you open the threshold to a gilt room with a log burner in one corner and two tiered wooden bench along the binding wall. The sweat room sense of smell of hot woodwind instrument and birch sap, refreshing and citrussy.

As you open the woodwind instrument burner to start a flack you feel his script on your berm. He 's sitting on one of the benches beckoning you over. You quickly light the fervency and pile log on as it starts to bellow. The room begins to warm up as he takes your font in his manus and kisses you, gently at foremost and then, as you lean into his touch, firmly and with a taste of the passion you can see in his eye. Looking down you can see his difficult prick straining against the cloth of his swimming short circuit and a tingle of fervour outpouring through you. Are you really about to do this ? The walls are thick, you would n't pick up somebody coming until they opened the door to the sauna.

While this question runs through your head he reaches into your dress, brushing your tit with a knowing smile and cups a breast. Softly squeezing it in his palm he rolls your now erect mamilla in his finger's breadth. You let out a moan. He always knows exactly what you like.

Still caressing your breast, he leans in and begins a serial publication of soft, piece kisses leading along your clavicle and up your cervix, ending with a soft nip to your ear lobe. This sends shudders through your body and you pull his boldness to yours, kissing him deeply, exploring his rima oris with a probing clapper and biting his bottom lip. You know this will make him groan with arousal.

breaking away from the kiss he pulls down your dress and, lifting one breast out of your bikini top, takes a teat in his sassing. You feel the sensation of delight jolt through your consistence, reaching your clit and causing your vagina to moisten. As he continues to wet-nurse and nybble on your knocker you reach down and pluck out his hard pecker, slowly stroking it. He lets go of your tit to moan,

'Oh fuck, that feels astound ,'and kiss you hard, reaching down to slip a hand under your wearing apparel and two-piece bottoms.

'Wait ,'you say ,'I want to please you even more ,'and kneeling on the gloomy workbench you take the head of his penis into your backtalk. Holding the putz in both hands you slowly suck on the tip, running your glossa along his frenulum and around the theme of the nous. You move your hand up and down the shot, twisting slightly as you go, and he moans in extasy. Then you take more of his tool in, sucking and swirling your tongue you move your head down until your nose is pressed against his trunk and the tip of his member is touching the cover of your pharynx. Keeping the suction steady you move your forefront back up as he grabs your hair and says,

'Yes, oh my god, keep going .'

You smile up at him and travel rapidly up, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth while he moans and frisson. Moving one script from his quill you gently cup his testis, and softly move them in your hands, feeling the velvety peel. Suddenly he cries out,

'Stop ! I 'm going to cum .'

With one survive lick up his shaft you crawl back up to sit adjacent to him.

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

He reaches down and force your Bikini bottoms down to your genu. 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's breadth you feel as if a bolt of electricity has hit you. Looking into his center, you can see he 's just as turned on by this as you are. By the danger of being caught, and by your stimulation. Seeing his demand only makes the whole situation hotter.

Heat. You look at the thermometer. It is climbing towards 50°c in the sauna. While you think this, he pushes a finger's breadth into you, and you lose all sentiency of time and quad as he presses on your G-spot making your optic roll as you cum. Still rubbing your clit, he smiles as your stage judder and your vagina pulsates, waving of pleasance 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 bench he spreads your branch and gustation you. Licking your clitoris with his mild, warm tongue he makes you moan with pleasure. After a few Thomas More assuage licks he takes your clitoris into his sass and suck. Wave after undulation of luscious warmth rushes through your body.

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

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

'I want you inside me, now ,'

'Should we ? Is n't it too wild ?'What if soul comes in ?'he askes

'We 've got our swimming costumes on so if we hear individual coming, we can just slip them back in office and nobody would be any the wiser ,'you reply manoeuvring your Bikini back up your legs.

You lie back on the wooden terrace and he pulls his shorts down, letting his prick give out, then pulls your bikini to one incline. Lining his cock up with your dripping kettle of fish he pushes forward, entering you with relief. You feel every inch as it fills you, touching every office of your most sensitive place.

'You feel so big ,'you moan as he begins to push up in and out, each CVA stimulating your G-spot and bringing you closer to orgasm. He leans down and kisses you as he pushes deeper into you, making you both moan with pleasure.

Reaching his hand down he chafe your clit in a broadsheet motion, and suddenly you feel it rising within you.

'I 'm going to cum again'

'Oh fuck, me too ,'he replies.

'Cum with me, cum with me now .'You say in his ear. You feel his tool jerk inside you and the passion of his cum filling you just as your own coming hits you. He collapses on top of you and you hold each other close while you recover from the mind-blowing coming you both shared.

Slowly he pulls out of you and insert his softening member back into his tree trunk. He sits side by side 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 .