The Steam Bath

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The steam bath looked to be empty. It’s just about dinner time, so most of the hotel guests should be off making arrangements for supper. My husband and sons are on a snorkeling trip, and won’t be back until later in the evening, so I have all the time in the world to relax. Wrapped in my towel supplied by the resort, I walk past the spa and towards the steam bath. I’ve just come up from the beach, and I’m looking forward to some “me” time in the steam bath. It’s wonderful! The steam is so thick I can barely find my way to one of the tiled seats, where I sit, with my feet up, hugging my knees. The steam swirls bahis siteleri around me, taking me in a warm embrace. As my body begins to sweat, and my eyes become accustomed to the steam, I realize that I am alone. My fingers languidly drift down between my legs, and I begin to gently stroke myself with my finger, running up and down along my lips, then slipping to dip into the wetness that is quickly developing within me. My thoughts drift back to the beach, thinking of the beautiful people I was watching, walking around almost naked. The man with the beautiful chiseled abs; the teen with the long hair and cute canlı bahis siteleri smile; the dark skinned woman with the beautiful legs, who had put on her lotion with such sensuality… I had not heard the door to the steam bath open. My eyes closed, my mind enveloped in the fantasy I was developing around the dark skinned woman. I only realize there’s someone else with me when I hear a noise, and I quickly look up to see another woman on the tiled slab opposite. I freeze!. Did she see what I was doing to myself? I’m too frightened to move and I pretend that I’m drowsing, closing my eyes again. I lay canlı bahis down full length on the slab, pulling the towel up so high that it almost covers my face. I’m asleep, or so I pretend. The next thing I know, a hand casually rests against my foot. Then she begins to squeeze and rub my foot, then began to play with my toes, pulling on then in soft strokes. Her hand moves up to my thigh, gently rubbing as it moves closer to me. I gasp, hidden beneath my towel. The hairs on my neck bristle with excitement. But the towel protects me, hides me, and I remain passive. Her hands are on both my thighs now, slowly massaging them, her fingers reaching up higher, higher, until they gently press against my legs, parting them. I feel her moving in closer, and feel her lips kissing my knee, moving up my thigh, giving me little kisses, licks and nips.

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