The steam settles on our skin like a second body. “Do you think she notices?” Mara’s voice is rough, barely more than a scratch in my ear, as she sinks onto the wooden bench beside me. Her thigh presses against mine, wet and warm. On the other side, Lina lowers herself slowly, as if savoring every second. Her skin glistens, beads of condensation tracing a path between her breasts, a trail my eyes follow.
The First Look
I shake my head, though I don’t know. Lina already looked at me in the changing room—that probing gaze that asks more than lips ever would. “She’s curious,” I whisper to Mara. Her hand finds my thigh, and the heat makes this touch something more intense, as if every pore were an exposed nerve.
Lina pours water over the stones. A hissing burst of steam erupts, and for a moment, she’s only a silhouette in white. Then her body reappears: firm, supple, every line an invitation. She sits on the upper bench, right in front of us, legs slightly spread, arms propped up, her gaze drifting from Mara to me—and lingering on my hand, still resting on Mara’s thigh.
“Hot enough for you?” Her voice carries that teasing undertone that sends a jolt through my gut every time. Mara doesn’t answer, but slides closer. Her ribcage brushes my arm, the damp skin clinging to me as if it never wants to let go.
“Could be hotter,” I say. My fingers wander higher, until they graze the edge of her bikini bottom. Lina watches the movement, her eyes narrowing. She licks her lips—slowly, savoringly, as if she has all the time in the world. The room is filled with heavy air and the scent of eucalyptus, mingling with our sweat.
The Game Begins
Mara grabs my wrist, guiding my hand lower. I feel the warmth between her legs, the fabric already soaked through. Lina shifts restlessly on the bench, a restlessness she can’t—or won’t—hide.
“Keep going,” she says. Not a question. A command.
I look at Mara. She nods—barely perceptible, but clear enough. Then I push the fabric aside and slide two fingers into her. Mara moans softly, her head falling back. Lina leans forward, hands on her knees, eyes fixed on Mara’s lap as if her life depends on it.
“Show her properly,” Lina whispers. “Make her come.”
I obey. My thumb circles Mara’s clit while my fingers pump into her. Her pelvis rises to meet me, her hand claws into my neck. Lina is now very close, her breath grazing Mara’s chest. She reaches out and strokes Mara’s erect nipple, jutting out from under the thin fabric. Mara flinches, a stifled sound escaping her throat.
“Do you like that?” Lina asks. Mara’s answer is a moan that turns into a cry as I speed up. Her thighs clamp around my hand, and I feel her tightening around me. One last, deep thrust—and she tips over the edge, her body trembling under our gazes.
Switching Roles
For a while, we just lie there, the steam clouds enveloping us like a secret. Lina has leaned back, hand between her legs, fingers moving beneath her bikini. Mara sits up, her gaze clear, determined.
“Now you,” she says to Lina, reaching for her bikini top. Lina lets Mara pull the top over her head. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples dark and hard. Mara leans forward and takes one into her mouth.
Lina’s gasp fills the room. I move closer, placing my hand on her knee and pushing it apart. She opens to me, her legs sliding apart, and I pull the wet fabric of her bottom aside. She’s shaved, skin smooth, and moisture already runs down her thigh—a glistening trail inviting me in.
I stroke my finger along her slit, once, twice. She twitches and pushes against my hand. “Yes,” she whispers. “There.”
I enter her, two fingers disappearing into her warmth. She’s tight and hot, and as Mara sucks at her breast, I feel her muscles playing around me—a living, pulsing welcome. I find a rhythm, deep and slow, while Mara straightens and pulls Lina’s face to hers. They kiss—open, demanding, tongues dancing together as my fingers glide in Lina’s wetness.
The Union
I feel my cock pressing against my swim trunks, hard and demanding. Mara breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Take them off,” she says. I obey. I strip off the trunks while Mara loosens Lina’s bottom. Naked we sit, three bodies craving more.
Lina slides off the bench, kneeling before me. Her hands grip my hips, her mouth hot as she takes me in. I lean back, hands in her hair, watching her head bob up and down—a hypnotic spectacle. Mara positions herself behind Lina, her fingers dipping into Lina’s wetness, and Lina moans around me, a vibration that pushes me to the edge.
“Not yet,” I gasp, lifting her up. She laughs, a throaty sound that echoes in my groin, and lets herself fall onto the bench. I lean over her, her legs opening wide, and I slide into her. A cry escapes her as I sink deep—wet and hot, perfect. I move slowly, savoring every twitch of her body, while Mara sits beside us and lets her fingers slide into herself.
“Watch us,” I pant to Mara. “Watch how she takes me.”
Mara moans, her fingers speeding up. Lina lifts her pelvis, her legs wrapping around my hips. “Harder,” she demands. I obey, ramming into her, deeper, harder. Her screams grow louder, she scratches my back, her nails leaving hot trails. I feel her tightening around me—a wave that sweeps me along.
“Come,” I force out. She explodes beneath me, her body trembling, her inner muscles massaging me. It’s too much, I can’t hold back anymore, I let myself fall, thrust one last time, and unload into her—a hot stream that connects us, wets us, makes us one.
Aftermath
Minutes pass as we lie next to each other, skin sticky with sweat and steam. Mara has nestled between us, one hand on Lina’s chest, the other on my belly. Lina
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