My name is Steve, and the experience I’m going to tell you about occurred during my semester studying abroad in Finland.

At that time I shared an apartment with three other students: Thomas, a tall and boisterous German guy who loved to drink beer and studied something related to Norse literature that I never bothered to learn about.

Then there was Svetlana, a buxom and carefree Russian chick who didn’t mind flaunting her body around the house, often in nothing but her underwear, shamelessly flirting with Thomas.

And last but not least, there was Kimiko. Oh, God! How can I describe her to you? Kimiko was a Japanese girl with long, dark, slightly wavy hair and an angelic face. I love almond-shaped eyes, and Kimiko’s were just perfectly cut. She was less busty than Svetlana, but I couldn’t help but daydream about her small tits and her firm ass.

Living under one roof with these temptations was no easy feat. Kimiko was less shameless than Svetlana and didn’t walk around the house in a bra and panties, but my perverted mind couldn’t help but fantasize about her. What could those rosy lips, those delicious feet—I have a foot fetish, by the way—and those delicate little hands do to me? Not to mention fantasizing about the treasure she had hidden between her legs!

For my part, I wasn’t at the time, nor am I what you might call a ladies’ man. I wasn’t shy, and my approaches to the opposite sex were anything but awkward, but I wasn’t a smooth seducer either. And while Thomas and Svetlana openly flirted without inhibition, there was an underlying sexual tension between Kimiko and me that we couldn’t seem to act on. Perhaps it was due to our cultural differences; I knew that Japanese people were more reserved when it came to physical intimacy. But that only added fuel to the fire of my desires for her.

Now and then I tried to make progress with a compliment or a joke. One evening, for example, after Svetlana and Thomas had gone out, I joked with her, “Surely they’re in a relationship! We should join in on the fun and get engaged too, don’t you think?”

Kimiko giggled, visibly embarrassed at this joke, and all she could muster was a dismissive, “Don’t be silly, Steven!” and that was that.

A few afternoons later, Kimiko and I found ourselves alone once again.

With a sly glint in her eyes, she turned to me and asked, “Do you want to join me in the sauna?”

I forgot to tell you that our house was a small cottage in the suburbs. As is often the case in Finland, it was equipped with a small sauna, where we often sought relaxation and warmth on cold days—which are most of the year in Scandinavia. Normally, we would use it alone, or at most with someone of the same sex—Thomas with me, Svetlana with Kimiko. If there happened to be a boy and a girl, nothing much happened because we were all wearing swimsuits. Sure, Svetlana’s was absurdly meager, and her breasts were hard to miss, but I’d rarely shared a sauna with her. With Kimiko there were slightly more occasions, but even in that case nothing had happened.

I thought about it for a few seconds and then replied, “Sure, why not?”

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the wooden bench in the sauna, wearing my black shorts.

Kimiko arrived shortly after and surprised me with a skimpy, milk-colored bikini that clung to her body like a second skin. My eyes were immediately drawn to her dark nipples and the patch of black pubic hair visible beneath the thin fabric—obviously, she didn’t have a shaved pussy. She probably didn’t notice the visual effect of the costume because she didn’t appear uncomfortable.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, and Kimiko noticed that, because she asked me, “Are you okay, Steven?”

I nodded.

Kimiko smiled at me, but it was a different smile than usual, more ... provocative? I wasn’t sure if that was an intended or unintended effect. Just like I don’t know if she had calculated my reaction when she walked in front of me to take a seat on the other bench and show me her firm buttocks, almost completely uncovered by the thong. Holy shit! Instinctively, I held my hands over my crotch and prayed that my cock wouldn’t betray me.

“I wanted to try on this new swimsuit,” Kimiko explained to me after she had sat down. “How does it look on me?”

“Well,” I searched for the right words. “You are a 10. I mean, you always are, but in this swimsuit you’re an 11!”

Kimiko burst out laughing.

I’ll spare you the rest of the conversation because we started talking about this and that, how our studies were going, and other stuff. From time to time I poured fragrant water onto the hot stones, triggering an explosion of smoke and aromas that enveloped us voluptuously. Over time, the heat of the sauna took effect and caused sweat to glisten on our half-naked bodies.

While we were talking about a book we were both reading—I don’t even remember which one—I took a closer look at Kimiko. Her long black hair was soaked, countless droplets glistened on her pale skin, and her breathing had deepened. She looked like she’d just had a great fuck! This thought made my cock twitch, and I went back to covering my crotch, praying that Kimiko hadn’t noticed.

For her part, the Japanese girl suddenly stood up and turned around to give me another look at her firm buttocks. Then he lay down on the bench, on his stomach, and asked me, “Do you want to give me a massage, Steven?”

“Of course!” I replied with genuine enthusiasm.

I hurried to get a bottle of perfumed oil. A second later, I was leaning over Kimiko and rubbing oil into her back. Her skin was soft under the firm touch of my fingers. I could feel the tension slowly melting away as sighs of pleasure escaped from her lips. If I had closed my eyes, I might have mistaken them for soft moans. This thought caused another shiver of excitement to run through my back.

“Is that all right?” I asked at one point.

“Yes,” she replied with a small nod, her eyes closed in bliss.

From her back, I moved my hand lower to her legs, making her moan a little louder, and from there I moved down to her feet. I started with the right one. I oiled it well, then took it in my hands and stroked the soles vigorously with my thumbs. Kimiko gasped for air.

“Are you all right?” I whispered, excited.

She stuttered, her cheeks flushing as she struggled to find the words. “Y—yes, it’s just so intense. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I smiled and guided my fingers gently over the arch of her feet. “Feet can be an incredibly erogenous zone. And yours are very beautiful too. A work of art.”

Kimiko was used to my playful compliments, but this time my words made her shudder. Or maybe it was my thumbs.

After a while, I switched to the other foot. I admit that I lingered on those beautiful extremities longer than I should have, so Kimiko exclaimed, “I didn’t know you were a foot fetishist, Steve!”

“I’m a man full of surprises,” I replied and then became bolder and asked, “Can I kiss them?”

I admit that I had expected a playful rejection, as had happened on previous occasions when I had gone too far jokingly. Instead, the Japanese girl hesitated for a few moments and then commanded me with a serious tone, “Focus on massaging my thighs now. Maybe you’ll get to kiss my feet later.”

Kimiko’s sudden firmness surprised me, but I obeyed immediately, letting go of her left foot and running my hands up her ankles and legs. I concentrated my caresses on the inside of her thighs so that my fingers kept touching her most sensitive spot.

Kimiko’s reactions puzzled me once again. When the touches came too close to her pussy, she tensed up. But instead of withdrawing, she raised her hips slightly and widened her legs to become even more accessible.

I couldn’t stop staring at her ass and began to run my hands over it, drenching the costume in oil. I squeezed it like a pillow, and with no words spoken, she let me do it. I felt euphoric, and her docility kept my cock from swelling up. Soon my boner was pushing against my panties, harder than ever. Trying to conceal the excitement was futile, but fortunately Kimiko couldn’t see it from her position.

Afterward, my hands returned to her back, but her bra was in the way, so I took it off without further ado.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Kimiko exclaimed in a very expected manner.

I reassured her by saying, “Don’t worry; as long as you remain lying down, nothing will be able to be seen. Just for a more effective back massage.”