desire to have a taste of liberation, I turned my back to the door and untied the strings of my top. Smiling, I let my large, round breasts drop against my sweaty skin.
My nipples were still hard. I didn’t trust myself to take off my bottoms; with no one there I had an idea where my fingers might travel. Sure, I wanted to feel liberated for a moment, but I didn’t want to explore some sort of PDA with myself.
I lay down on my towel, my hands resting against my flat stomach. I was overly aware of the rise and fall of my chest as sweat continued to pool between my breasts. Licking my lips, I thought of the guy in the serenity garden—stoned or not, he was hot.
Lost in thought, I startled as the door to the sauna opened once again. As if reading my mind, the garden guy sauntered in, with a towel covering his dick but nothing else.
“Looks like you found your way after all,” he said, smiling at me. In the dark I could make out a faint dimple in his cheek, and silently willed him to turn around so I could see if he had a matching one on his butt cheek.
Answering my silent desire, he turned to grab another towel from the stack in the corner. As he did, he revealed that his perfectly shaped ass had a dimple on the lower left side.
“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