Thursday night, June heat clinging to our skin. Dinner at the Chinese spot done. Rosé buzzing in our veins. Claire’s crepe skirt hints at her tiny panties. My birthday. She suggests Les Bains. Sauna club. Hammam, jacuzzi, dark rooms. I’m stunned. Hard already.
We strip upstairs. Towels around waists. Lounge chairs by the bar. Few people. Two cognacs. Men glance our way. Claire’s eyes sparkle. ‘Hammam?’ Steam swallows us.
The Fever
Man inside already. Claire climbs upper bench, unwraps towel. Naked. Legs folded, hiding her pussy. I sit below her head. Steam thickens. Door opens. Tall, handsome guy enters. Sits tight beside her feet. Perfect view up her thighs.
Silence. His arm shifts. Forearm off his body. Hand toward her leg. Touching. She doesn’t move. Heart pounds in my chest. Sweat beads. His fingers creep higher. She covers eyes with arm. Lips bite down. Belly hollows. Rhythmic.
Other guy below strokes his cock slow. Watches. Stranger’s towel falls. Thick cock erect. Claire’s leg parts. Gives access. My hand on her hair. Signal. She arches. Silent orgasm. Legs clamp his hand. Spasms shake her.
She wakes. Kisses him fierce. Grabs his shaft. Pumps it. Then stops. Ties towel. ‘Shower?’
His cock throbs huge. Bigger than mine. Under water, I grind against her. Hard as rock. ‘Good?’ ‘You saw.’ ‘Best gift.’
Up dark stairs. Private room. Door ajar. Lay her down. Kiss face, tits, belly. Spread legs. Slide in slow. Wet heat grips me. Thrust gentle. Hold deep.
‘Door open why?’ ‘Maybe hammam guy.’ ‘Crazy.’ Kiss silences her.
The Blaze
Door creaks. He enters. Closes it. Sits. I smile. She shuts eyes. I pump slow. His hand on her tit. Kneads. She moans soft. Fingers roam belly, pubis.
I pull out. Side hug. Kiss her deep. He mounts. Cockhead nudges. Slides in full. She gasps into my mouth. Grips me tight. I release. He thrusts. Steady. She abandons.
Bassins clash. Tongues tangle. Moans constant. Pleasure builds. I whisper, ‘Beautiful when you cum.’ He hammers. Whispers. ‘No, inside.’ He explodes. Deep jets. Triggers her. Shudders wreck her.
He rolls off. ‘Pierre. See you downstairs.’ Leaves.
I hold her. Kisses everywhere. Still hard. She guides my fingers. Pussy flooded. Warm cum coats them. I dive tongue-first. Lick mix of their juices. Salty sweet. Then mount. Thrust few times. Pull out. Spray her belly, tits. She smears it. We kiss spent.
Skin still burns. Hearts slow. Unique bliss lingers. More tonight…
The Ashes