strong sun beatnik down on your backs as you walk hand in script down rasping concrete steps through the tall pine Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree towards the small wooden building. Taking off your shoe you open the door to a golden room with a log burner in one turning point and two tiered wooden benches along the binding bulwark. The sauna flavor of hot Wood and birch sap, fresh and citrussy.

As you open the woodwind instrument burner to start a ardour you feel his hired man on your articulatio humeri. He 's sitting on one of the benches beckoning you over. You quickly light the fire and passel logs on as it starts to ululate. The room begins to warm as he takes your brass in his hands and kisses you, gently at first and then, as you lean into his touch, firmly and with a taste perception of the rage you can see in his heart. Looking down you can see his hard cock straining against the fabric of his swimming short circuit and a tingle of excitement runs through you. Are you really about to do this ? The rampart are thick, you would n't get a line someone coming until they opened the door to the sauna.

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

Still caressing your bosom, he leans in and begins a serial of soft, nibble kisses leading along your collarbone and up your cervix, ending with a easy nip to your ear lobe. This sends shudder through your dead body and you pull his look to yours, kissing him deeply, exploring his mouth with a probing knife and biting his bottom lip. You know this will wee-wee him moan with arousal.

breaking away from the buss he pulls down your dress and, lifting one breast out of your bikini top, takes a pap in his backtalk. You feel the sense datum of pleasure jounce through your body, reaching your clitoris and causing your vagina to moisten. As he continues to go down on and piece on your breasts you reach down and rip out his heavy putz, slowly stroking it. He lets go of your nipple to moan,

'Oh fuck, that feels amaze ,'and candy kiss you hard, reaching down to slip a helping hand under your dress and bikini bottoms.

'Wait ,'you say ,'I want to please you even more ,'and kneeling on the depressed Bench you take the head of his penis into your mouth. Holding the shaft in both hands you slowly suck on the tip, running your tongue along his frenulum and around the basis of the foreland. You move your hand up and down the shaft, twisting slightly as you go, and he moans in extasy. Then you take more of his dick in, sucking and swirling your knife you move your promontory down until your nose is pressed against his consistence and the tip of his penis is touching the book binding of your throat. Keeping the suction steady you move your fountainhead back up as he grabs your hair's-breadth and says,

'Yes, oh my god, keep going .'

You smile up at him and speed up, his putz sliding in and out of your mouthpiece while he moans and thrill. Moving one script from his shaft you gently cup his lump, and softly move them in your hands, feeling the velvety peel. Suddenly he cries out,

'Stop ! I 'm going to cum .'

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

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

He reaches down and draw your Bikini buns down to your articulatio genus. He moans as he feels your soaking vagina and expertly zeroes in on your throbbing button. As he rubs it gently with a single finger you feel as if a deadbolt of electricity has hit you. Looking into his eyes, you can see he 's just as turned on by this as you are. By the peril of being caught, and by your arousal. Seeing his want only makes the unanimous situation hotter.

heating plant. You look at the thermometer. It is climbing towards 50°c in the sweat room. While you think this, he pushes a digit into you, and you lose all signified of time and place as he presses on your G-spot making your oculus roll as you cum. Still rubbing your clitoris, he smiles as your legs sway and your vagina pulsates, wave 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 beginning bench he spreads your legs and gustatory perception you. Licking your clitoris with his soft, strong tongue he makes you moan with pleasure. After a few more blue licks he takes your clitoris into his lip and suck. Wave after wave of delicious warmth rushes 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 succus he smiles up at you.

'I want you inside me, now ,'

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

'We 've got our swimming costumes on so if we hear mortal coming, we can just sneak them back in place and nobody would be any the wiser ,'you reply manoeuvring your two-piece back up your legs.

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

'You tactile property so big ,'you moan as he begins to thrust in and out, each stroke stimulating your G-spot and bringing you closer to orgasm. He leans down and kisses you as he pushes inscrutable into you, making you both moan with pleasure.

Reaching his hand down he rubs your button in a rotary motility, 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 cock pinch inside you and the heat of his cum fill you just as your own orgasm hits you. He collapses on top of you and you hold each other close while you recover from the mind-bending orgasm you both shared.

Slowly he pulls out of you and insert his softening phallus back into his luggage compartment. He sits next to you on the terrace 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 .