When had I last felt so naked? Not physically—I was that—but spiritually exposed, as if every fiber of my being lay under a microscope. Probably in seventh grade, when I lost my shorts during dodgeball. But this, this was a whole other league.
I lay on the top bench of the Finnish sauna, the wooden planks burning against my back. The thermometer showed ninety degrees, but the heat was nothing compared to the gazes of the two women appraising me. Lena and Mira—inseparable since graduation, and I was Lena’s guinea pig boyfriend, brought along tonight for the first time to their private sauna club.
“Well, can you take it?” asked Mira. She sat on the lower bench, legs casually crossed, only a thin towel around her hips. Her skin glistened with sweat, tiny droplets running between her breasts, leaving damp trails. Lena beside her seemed more relaxed, leaning back, eyes half-closed, a smile on her lips.
“Sure,” I said, even though the heat drove sweat from my pores like a waterfall. “I’m no wimp.”
“Dare?” suggested Mira. A finger traced over Lena’s thigh, drawing patterns on the damp skin—circles and waves that slowly faded. “Whoever lasts longest gets a wish.”
Lena opened her eyes, grinned. “And the loser has to… run naked through the locker room.”
I laughed. “You’re crazy.” But something tightened inside me. This game was dangerous—not because of the heat, but because of the way Mira looked at me. Like a cat playing with a mouse before striking.
“Deal,” I said, setting the hourglass beside me to zero. Fifteen minutes. A blink in eternity, but in this oven, an eternity.
The minutes stretched like gum. I forced myself to breathe calmly as sweat streamed over my body, from forehead to chest, down my abs. Lena and Mira chatted softly, their voices like distant humming that lulled me into a half-sleep. Then, after ten minutes, it happened. Mira stood, went to the door, poured a ladle of water over the stones. The steam hit me, hotter than before, and I gasped, my lungs burning.
“Give up,” said Mira as she sat back down. This time, she let the towel fall. She was completely naked, her body slim and muscular, pubic hair shaved, labia slightly parted. “Or do you want to suffer more?”
Lena laughed softly, wrapped an arm around Mira’s waist, pulled her closer. “He’s tough. I like that about him.” Her hand slid over Mira’s belly, playing with her navel ring.
I clenched my teeth. Five more minutes. My pulse raced, but it wasn’t just the heat. The sight of the two women touching, Mira’s hand stroking Lena’s stomach, their fingers meeting—that was another kind of fire burning inside me.
“I won’t give up,” I forced out, my voice hoarse.
Mira stood again, came over to me. Her breasts hovered before my face, nipples hard, areolae dark and shiny. “Then let me help you pass the time.” She leaned in, her lips almost on mine. “You still have three minutes.”
Then she kissed me. Not gently, but demandingly, her tongue pushing between my lips while her hand ran over my chest, spreading the sweat on my skin, stroking my nipples. I reacted instantly, my mouth opening, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer. Beside us, I heard Lena moan softly.
“I want to watch,” said Lena. “Keep going.” She leaned back, legs spread, and began to touch herself, her fingers dipping into her own moisture.
Mira pulled away, grinning. “Only when he gives up.” She straddled my lap, her pelvis pressing against my lower body. My cock, already hard, pushed against her mons through the thin towel I still wore. “Give up, and I’ll let you claim the reward.”
I shook my head, but my body betrayed me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her skin. She felt my arousal, rubbed against me, slow, circular, her pelvis moving in a rhythm that drove me crazy. Sweat made her skin slippery, and I could smell the scent of her sex, mixed with eucalyptus and resin, sweet and earthy at once.
“Two more minutes,” said Lena. Her voice sounded hoarse, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in gasps. She had opened her legs, playing with herself while watching us, her eyes glazed with lust.
Mira leaned in again, whispered: “I know you’re close. Your heart’s racing like crazy.” Her hand moved between our bodies, pulled my towel away. Her finger stroked over my glans, collected the drop of precum that had formed there, and brought it to her lips. “Give up. I want to taste you.”
“No,” I said, but it sounded like a moan, almost a gasp.
She laughed softly, slid forward until her mouth was at my nipple. Her tongue circled it, bit lightly, her teeth nibbling at the sensitive tip. I gasped, my hands burying in her hair, pulling her tighter against me. Then, finally, I gave in.
“I give up.”
Mira straightened up, triumphant. “Then my wish is: You fuck me while Lena watches.”
I glanced at Lena. She nodded, fingers still between her legs, tips glistening wet.
“But first, cool me down,” said Mira, pulling me from the bench. I was dazed, legs trembling as I stood. She led me out of the sauna into the shower area, letting cold water run over us. The shock of the temperature change made me gasp, but then I laughed, and she laughed with me, a bright, free laugh. Her hands soaped my body, gliding over my back, my belly, my cock, which she gripped firmly and slowly moved up and down. She knelt before me, took it in her mouth, and I groaned loudly, head falling back. The water pelted down on us as she massaged me with her lips, her tongue circling the glans, licking down the shaft, her hand gripping the rest.
“Not too soon,” I murmured, and she stopped, grinning, one corner of her mouth lifted.
Lena joined us, naked, hair wet from steam, breasts heavy. She kissed Mira, their tongues dancing together, while I watched, my heart pounding. Then Lena turned to me, her kiss…
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