Through the Mist

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Through the MistAfter a long day in the office, Laura wrapped herself in a thick Turkish towel and stepped into the steam room. Two women sat together on the middle bench chatting about the latest reality program. Through the mist, she nodded politely, and selected an isolated spot high in the corner. Eyes closed, she touched the back of her head to the wall and exhaled. Her towel absorbed her sweat, muscle aches and stress. She sighed. Thirty-one next month, two years without a promotion and I’m still living alone in a studio apartment. It’s all so depressing. At least I don’t have a cat … yet.How many times the door opened and closed, Laura lost track. Hot rocks hissed. The steam thickened. Almost certain she was alone, she snaked her hand under her big towel. Her fingertips roamed to her neatly trimmed sex. Between the sultry vapor and her touch, her stress melted. Hearing nothing but her own pulse, she caressed her inner thighs with her nails and shivered. The urge surfaced, with a tension that promised release and respite. Unable to resist, Laura parted her legs. A luxurious full-handed rub, up and down, encouraged the craving instead of satisfaction. Her lip quivered; her jaw dropped. Despite the heat, her nipples became hard and erect. She could resist, but why? A glance toward the door was fruitless—the heavy fog cloaked everything, including her. With abandon, she untucked the top of her towel, letting it fall to her thighs. Breasts bare, and hand cupping her quim, she drifted düzce escort into relaxation and arousal.Head back, Laura slipped her middle finger between her folds and sighed. Her release valve pushed, life’s strains vanished. Right then Laura knew she could not stop.Scooching forward on the bench, she spread her knees and slid her finger in deeper. In a bit, out a bit, her middle knuckle was momentarily satisfying, like the first bite of an ice cream sundae. Her hand in place, she rubbed her thickening button with the very tip of her thumb. The tingle arced and exploded like a starburst on the 4th of July. An aftershock shudder followed. She settled into a rhythm, her head lolling from side to side. A gasp escaped her lips unnoticed.With her free hand, Laura alternately massaged and pinched her left nipple and became part of the stimulating beat. The rhythm was delightful and hypnotic and sucking her in toward the vortex of an incredible orgasm. Three more times, four more times, and she let out a low groan. She fantasized about flinging her towel away—out of reach—preventing her from covering herself. Naked and vulnerable to discovery, the idea of being caught with her hand in her cookie jar intensified the tension.Flipping the towel off her thighs, she was bare and naked, knowing that she would be exposed to anyone entering. With the warm thick steam enveloping her, she pretended not to care. Though getting caught was unlikely, the idea drove her hands edirne escort faster and harder and closer to true Nirvana.A creak of a hinge and a swirl of cool air caused her to stop. Motionless, she listened. Nothing. Probably someone peeking. Not a sound for 30 seconds and Laura jumped back in with both hands. The train to pleasure had left the station and now it was a nonstop. Her chest heaved breathing thickly; another soft groan diffused into the mist.Close by, the fog swirled—closer than she would have thought. She sensed rather than saw the apparition beside her. Laura froze and burned with blush, embarrassed that she had been caught.”Can I help you … please?” The inquiry was quiet and feminine. “I’ve been listening, and I’m so aroused.”Before Laura had a chance to reply, a soft smooth hand caressed her knee and quickly ran up her inner thigh. The lightness of her touch gave her shivers. She was so wet and so close and the steam was so warm and anonymous she didn’t want to give up. Finally, her voice shaking, she whispered, “Yes, please.” A towel rustled the vapor swirled. One gentle hand on each thigh spread them further. Wide open, warm breath on her nether-hair preceded tender exploration. Soft lips kissed her gently, the tip of the tongue snaking out for quick touches, trying to gauge a reaction. Strung like a harp, every pause between contact set her teeth on edge with anticipation. The flat of the tongue lapped at her slowly and broadly wetting escort bayan her outer lips and caressing her inner ones. Without warning, the tip pressed against her clit and swirled. Her knuckles went white as she grabbed the bench.Breathing stopped, she gulped trying to hold back the explosive shriek that wanted to explode from her diaphragm. Her toes curled, every nerve hummed; Laura whimpered. She spread her thighs further and cast away the towel, inviting complete exploration. Hands on the back of the woman’s head coaxed continued licking and lapping. One hand slowly caressed Laura’s belly wandering to her erect nipple. The tongue flicked over her pussy; the fingers tugged and teased her nipples. Unoccupied fingers slipped downward and pinched her bottom.A finger penetrated, expertly massaging her g-spot at the perfect angle and perfect pressure—better than Laura had been able to do for herself. She wiggled effectively fucking her finger. Three, four, five times and then a wet finger uncertainly brushed her anus. The erotic sensations made her blood throb and nerves jangle. She spread her ass cheeks ever so slightly and relaxed her dark star. Her mind was blank, and thoughts of sexual taboo, deviations from her normal sex life were drown in the amazing sensations racing through her body. Laura gasped and opened her eyes wide as hit the edge. The orgasmic wave built hard and fast and came on like a tsunami. Laura shuddered and shook and squirmed as she came and the woman continued licking and fucking. Unable to endure any more, Laura gently pushed the beautiful wonderful mouth from between her thighs.”Perhaps next time you can return the favor and we can shower too,” the voice said. In a swirl of steam, the voice and presence disappeared.

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