One Night in Club Decadence
Copyright© 2025 by Rajah Dodger
Chapter 3
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Two strangers meet at a very special club and learn sensual things about themselves
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
Roger opened the door to the first of the two saunas. Hot air enveloped him, and he felt the sweat break out on his forehead and around his torso as he walked into the room. His feet padded quietly on the textured floor as he checked out the quiet area, pausing with admiration at the authentic-looking rushes and the racks of stones for generating steam. However, this was obviously not the area that Angie had chosen. He opened the door, shivering as the cooler hall air hit his body, and walked quickly down the hall to the other sauna.
Upon entering, he paused to gather his bearings. The temperature in here was nowhere near as stifling as that in the other room, and he appreciated the difference. Seeing the “Occupied” placard, he placed it in the holder on the outside of the door, then let the door shut behind him. He started to call out Angie’s name to get her attention, but a sound stopped the word while still in his throat. It was something like a low whine, or a moan. Curious, and a little worried, he walked through the high-walled areas following the sound, until he rounded a corner and stopped at the sight.
Angie was stretched out on a low bench, her left knee lifted and resting against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and her body was beaded with perspiration -- although it was obvious that the heat in the sauna was only part of its cause. He watched with rapidly growing arousal as the fingers of her right hand moved in tiny, restless incremental brushes between her parted thighs. Her towel was lifted far past being any visual barrier, and he almost gasped to see the evidence of her arousal, swollen and dark red in color, the more erotic for the way her fingers seemed to avoid direct contact. As he watched, Angie moved her head from side to side, letting out what he now recognized as the moan of mixed pleasure and frustration that had caught his ear.
The impulse too strong to resist, he crossed to the low bench to sit at her feet. Looking up along her sweat-beaded legs, past the valley so prominently exposed, his eyes traveled over her towel-covered midsection and past the hillocks of her breasts. Her face was an elegant mixture of desire, arousal, and some degree of pleasure already received. He held his hand a mere hairbreadth away from her calf, unwilling to disturb her evident sweet dream, when she suddenly stiffened from head to toe and her foot shot out into his hip where his towel was tucked in. The pain was a secondary consideration to him though, as Angie’s eyes opened at that moment.
Angie opened her eyes and felt disoriented. She was warm ... quite warm as a matter of fact. She suddenly realized where she was. The solid object which her foot had encountered was actually Roger. She was still trying to come totally out of her dream. She knew that hands had been touching her and that she still felt quite aroused. From the position of her right hand it was obvious to her that at least one of the hands had been her own ... and she flushed with embarrassment knowing that Roger may have caught her. There was no telling how long he had been there, but from the look on his face, she could tell he had seen plenty.
As her foot made contact with his hip, he had jumped up from his position on the bench at her feet, his hand brushing along her calf. Her foot had gotten tangled with his towel where he had tucked it in at his waist. When he moved suddenly and stood, the towel had stayed with her foot. He now stood at her feet, sans towel. She had risen up on her arms slightly when she woke, and was hit with the realization that her own towel was now only covering her stomach, leaving all else exposed.
Their eyes locked. Her eyes slowly traveled down over his chest and stomach. She could not resist looking lower and could not stop the hint of a smile which came to her face when she saw that he was every bit as aroused as she was, albeit from slightly different circumstances. As she slowly lifted her eyes back up to his, desire was apparent in his eyes also.
Roger stood there, seeing the answering hunger in her eyes, feeling the hot breath of the sauna swirling between his legs. He moved back toward the bench, maintaining eye contact, until he was once again sitting next to her leg. Now he placed his hand deliberately just over her ankle, and moved it slowly along her sweat-slicked calf into the hollow behind her knee. Angie’s eyelids fluttered as he twirled his index finger in that space, and she rolled her hips upward wanting his fingers to keep moving. Goosebumps popped out on both her legs as his finger did indeed continue onward, up the inside of her leg until his fingers brushed the damp curls awaiting his touch.
Her mouth opened in a silent “oh”, and she parted her legs further, wanting his touch, wanting so much more than that. She arched her back, moving herself onto two of his fingers while his thumb slid into the channel between her labia. He watched her closely, marveling at the uninhibited way she rolled her hips forward until he was perforce cupping her one-handed. She reached out blindly and grabbed his leg below the knee, and the sharp bite of her nails along with the demanding throb between his own thighs reminded him that there was more to be done here than simply watch, as much as he wanted to see her take her pleasure.
He flicked the tip of his thumb against Angie’s clit, and she threw her head back on the bench moaning loudly. Moving carefully, he rose from the bench and slid his free hand behind her back, raising her to a sitting position. Swinging his left leg over the bench, he sat down so that she rested against his chest, her bottom warm against his standing erection. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers, and he felt as much as heard her shudder and sigh against him.
As Roger settled behind her, Angie leaned back into his chest and laid her head back on his right shoulder. She could feel his hardness against her and unconsciously wriggled, settling in even closer to him. As Roger felt her movement, the fingers that were working their magic on her inserted themselves even farther and his cupped hand applied pressure to urge her closer to him. She could feel an answering nudge in the hardness against her backside.
His free hand slid along her left arm, his fingers tracing a blazing pathway across her shoulder and up her neck. He gently gathered up the damp tendrils of hair, each separate touch of a finger giving rise to more goosebumps. He laid the curls aside and bent his lips to the area where her shoulder and neck connected. When his lips made contact, Angie arched back against him, her left arm coming up so that her hand cupped the back of his head, pressing him closer. Of its own accord, her other hand drifted to her breast, brushing against the turgid nipple and cupping the yielding mound in her hand. She bent her left knee higher, encouraging deeper access to Rogers seeking fingers. Moaning, she turned her head, her lips meeting Roger’s in a deep passionate kiss.
Roger met Angie’s searching lips with a torrid kiss of his own, wriggling behind her so that his erection settled into the sauna-dampened pocket between her bottom cheeks. His tongue sought out and dueled with hers in a mutual exchange of passion, while lower down he continued his manual explorations. He could feel her heartbeat as her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, sheathing them in gloves of slick heat. With his other hand he found the breast that she wasn’t stroking, and lifted it while his thumb drew teasing circles around the nipple, never quite brushing over that sensitive spot.
The aroused Angie lifted and slid her legs restlessly, coaxing his wriggling fingers deeper inside her. Her new position made it possible for him to press his thumb up between her swollen labia and find the rising nubbin higher up. She thrust her chest outward, pressing her breast into his cupping hand, and he responded by breaking off their kiss to slide his lips lower down, leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from the underside of her chin to the hollow at the base of her neck.
She mewled at the loss of his kiss, but gasped and let out a low moan as his lips settled over the soft length of her neck. Her whole body felt consumed by arousal, with no clear distinction between his attentions to her neck, his tantalizing of her breast, the occasional throb of his shaft against her bottom, or the in-and-out movement of his fingers inside her. Goosebumps lined her arms despite the heat of the sauna, and she felt her head spinning.