Chapter 28

I had wanted to try out the sauna in our apartment building since I had first seen it a few days ago. Clad only in my swim trunks after I hung my t-shirt on a hook outside the room, I opened the door.

“Close it!” I heard a young female voice snap, and I quickly slipped in and pulled the door shut behind me. I turned, and through the all-pervasive cloud of steam saw a slim figure sitting off to the side of the hot rocks on the semicircular bench, wearing a towel. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, I headed to the opposite side.

“Hey,” I greeted her as I sat. It was hard to make out features in the steam, but I could see that she had red hair.

She nodded but didn’t say anything more. Her red hair kind of reminded me of Jessi, the first woman Demie had brought home for us to fuck. She was also the first and only person Demie had killed in front of me, while I was having sex with her.

Despite the horror of that memory, my cock started to get hard as I remembered how the slim young woman had felt when I fucked her. What the fuck was wrong with me? I closed my eyes and lay back against the wall.

After a couple of minutes, I was startled by the loud “PSSHHH!” of water being ladled onto the rocks by my companion. She sat back down, but this time in the center of the bench, off to the side, instead of across from me.

I closed my eyes again, controlling my breathing. I had to think of something other than Jessi.

Erica, my brunette former neighbor, slipped into my thoughts. Unlike Jessi, she was a fit MILF, with soft curves that came from having a child. I had accidentally thought that she was Demie in disguise, so I had fucked her and cum inside her without protection. That had been one hot encounter.

“You smell nice.”

I opened my eyes and my sauna companion was sitting next to me, her gray eyes sparkling as they scanned my body. This close, I could finally make out her features, and she was cute. Not like Jessi at all, but with smooth tanned skin instead of paleness and freckles. “Um, thanks,” I replied, sitting straight. Shit, had I forgotten to shower after having sex with Demie again? The smell of her sex juices turned women sex-crazy.

I thought for a moment. No, I had definitely showered at least twice since then.

“What’s that scent you’re wearing?” she asked, getting closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled more of ... what? What was causing me to smell nice? I flinched as I felt her small hand on my bare thigh. I noticed her towel had separated around her legs and her tanned upper thighs were peeking out.

My cock was fully hard now, and she noticed. “Let me help you with that,” she offered as she knelt down before me and pulled at my trunks. I shifted my butt up and my hardness slapped my stomach as it came free.

“Ooh...” she moaned as she took it into her hand, stroking. Her towel was starting to slip and more of her cleavage peeked out. I reached forward and pulled it free, revealing her nice B-cup breasts, pale instead of suntanned like the rest of her.

She moved forward and took my cock into her mouth. I sat back, moaning in pleasure. She wasn’t bad at giving blowjobs, but I’d had better. It was kind of like eating pizza, though; even if it isn’t as good as some you’ve had before, it’s still pizza, y’know?

After a couple of minutes, she stopped sucking my cock and tossed her towel to the side before climbing into my lap. As she lined my cock up with her prominent pussy lips I noticed that “the carpet didn’t match the drapes”: she had a triangle of dark pubic hair down there. I only experienced a moment of disappointment before her very wet but tight pussy surrounded my cock and we groaned in unison.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she gasped as she angled her hips for greater penetration. “It’s so unlike me!”

“I’m not complaining,” I replied, grabbing her hips and lifting her a little before I pulled her back down. Now at the right angle, my cock slipped all the way inside her.

“Oh shiiitt...” she moaned.

I glommed my mouth to one of her substantial nipples with their wide areolae and I felt her cum a little around my cock. Then she began grinding her crotch against mine.

The door opened and someone there gasped. I didn’t see who it was, but the door slammed shut again and we were still alone. “We’d better finish fast,” I urged her.

She grabbed my shoulders and leveraged herself up, her feet on the bench on either side so that she was squatting over me, and then started to bounce on my cock hard. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

“Where ... do you ... want me ... to cum?” I grunted.

She slowed down. “Oh ... I want it ... but ... umm...” She didn’t stop fucking me, though.

“Are you on the pill?” I prompted, trying to get her brain working.

“Yes ... yes...” she moaned, and renewed her thrusting.

Finally, I grabbed her in a bear hug, holding her tight and burying my face in her neck as I came.

“Oh! Oh God!” she cried out as she felt me spurting inside her, and then she came herself, her pussy squeezing more cum from my cock.

Finally, with our orgasms subsided, she pulled off of me and lay down on the bench, breathing heavily. After a few moments she reached down, extracted some of my cum from between her vaginal lips, and looked at it.

“Oh crap,” she said, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I stopped taking the pill after my boyfriend broke up with me last month. I’ve been a couple weeks without it.”

I gave her a worried look.

She half-smiled. “I’ll just take three tonight and get back on it. It’s probably fine?”

I was pretty sure that wasn’t how they worked, but I wasn’t about to “mansplain” birth control to a woman.

I held out my hand. “I’m Tom... 1304.”

She took it and gave me a shake. “Vicky, 506.”

“We didn’t have time to discuss anything, Vicky, but I’m in a relationship, though it is open.”

She considered. “Huh ... I just got out of a relationship, which probably explains why I was so horny.” She paused. “I think? Like I said, that really wasn’t something I’d normally do.”

I shrugged and pulled my swim trunks back on. “Well, see ya around, Vicky.” I took one last long look at the gorgeous naked woman laying there, saving the memory to “the spank bank”, and then headed back to the apartment. Luckily, whoever had opened the sauna door earlier hadn’t hung around so I didn’t have to explain myself.