“What are you smiling about?” he asked, before sitting down with his back to me.
“Oh, nothing,” I answered, swallowing my desire. “Just relaxing.”
“So you decided to take off your top, but keep the bottoms?” he asked.
“What? How do you know what I have on or off?” I asked.
“There’s a bikini top on the bench next to you.”
My eyes flitted over and I saw my crumbled top. “Yeah, it got really hot in here.”
“It can get hotter.” He paused, and for a second I wondered if he knew what I wanted to do with him, what my heat still craved. “Mind if I add some steam?”
“Not at all,” I answered, realizing with a hint of disappointment that he wasn’t coming on to me. He’d probably been looking at Willow.
But honestly, I didn’t care what he did in here, as long as I could watch him do it.
He stood and climbed up the bench to the corner, where a basin of water sat next to the steaming coals. I willed myself to look away, and not indulge in looking at his cock. We were at a sauna, not some sex club. And what was I thinking anyway? Just because I thought he was hot didn’t mean he wanted to make my pussy come.
“You nervous or something?” he asked as my fingers tapped the wooden bench.
“Um, nope,” I said, and then, unable to help myself, I turned my head just as he stretched his torso, ladling water onto the coals.
His cock was about twelve inches from my mouth and I imagined a girl like Willow would be bold enough to take hold of what she wanted. Not for the first time, a twinge of jealousy crept through me.
“What is it?” he asked. “You don’t like what you see?” He gave me a smirk with raised eyebrows; I met his gaze head on.
My friends thought I was a scaredy-cat, but they had no idea where my mind went when I imagined getting it on with a guy. My mind was dirty in ways I’d never reveal to them, but I wouldn’t have minded exploring some of those fantasies with a stranger. Maybe it was the perfect way to experiment with my hidden desires. My body spoke louder than my rational mind.
Embodying Willow, I decided to say what I was thinking. “I don’t think I got a good enough look,” I said, my voice stretching across us, the dry steam rising as he made a quarter turn, now standing directly on the bench below where I sat.
With his cock right in my face.
If I leaned in, I could have pressed my mouth against his shaft. Instead, I leaned back and took a full frontal, unabashed look at his well-trimmed groin.
His cock was big, way bigger than the cocks of the college boys I’d been with. He was easily eight inches long, and wasn’t even hard. If my thumb met my middle finger the space wouldn’t be large enough for his girth. I squirmed on the hot bench just imagining his hardness entering me—it would be too much.
But it had been a long time; at this point I would make him fit.
“So what do you think now?” he asked, dropping down, resting his large forearms against my knees.
“I think I’m wet.” I bit my lip, not able to believe I’d actually said that. But my words caused a greedy look to flash through his brown eyes, which were now clear. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, teasing me.
“Then why don’t you take a look yourself?” I asked.
He rubbed his hand across his chin, and gave a small laugh, liking the way I egged him on. Then, without any hesitation, he began pulling at the bottoms of my swimsuit.
I raised my ass slightly to help him ease the thin material off. I was glad I’d had a wax a few days earlier—mostly in case of a Kyle-break-room fantasy, but this was better.
This was real.
I leaned back on my arms and jutted out my breasts, giving him permission to do whatever he liked.
He pressed his hand between my thighs and moaned in desire as he felt the slick space where my pussy had responded to seeing his giant cock less than a foot from my face.
“You’re so wet,” he said, as he pulled my thighs apart with his hand. He slapped my skin with desire and I let out a yelp.
I wanted to give in, I really did. I wanted him to release me of my pent-up desire, the pulsing need that had started earlier back in the bathroom at the cabin. I wanted him to take care of me, but we weren’t alone. We were at a public resort, and anyone could walk in any moment.
“What if someone comes in?” I asked, not wanting to utter the words that could stop his fingers from grazing across my inner thighs. His mouth was dangerously close to making contact with my skin.