Nature

We met a long time ago. About two years ago, we went out into nature with a friendly group. Lots of alcohol, noisy outdoor fun, and a sauna in the evening. We decided to go in together, men and women. Naturally, wrapped in sheets, people are still decent after all.

As it happened, the men quickly got overheated and went to rest, while the women, not knowing how to handle a birch broom, asked me to steam them one by one, but without fanaticism. They entered the steam room one at a time, shyly turning their backsides to me, removing their sheets, and lying face down on the bench.

I honestly threw water onto the hot stones, fanned each wonder of nature

with the broom, after which the next fairy would replace the steamed one. The process was simple, but one woman stretched slightly while pulling off her towel, then lay down on it, spreading her legs a little. Aroused by the previous steamers, I carefully placed my palm on the buttocks of my new client, to which she, slightly arching her bottom upward, spread her legs further, allowing my palm between them. My fingers went down, sliding between her buttocks along the lubricated groove, feeling the ring of her anus. Briefly pausing at the entrance to her vagina, my middle finger rested on her clitoris, causing my client to involuntarily shift her hips, pressing her treasure tighter against my palm. She didn't look at me, but she didn't object either when I stroked her perineum with one hand and, with the other, to avoid suspicion from her chaste friends, patted her back with the broom. A few minutes flew by unnoticed, and then the next friend fluttered in, so I had to interrupt exploring my partner's depths and switch to another lady.

We work in different fields, nowhere to cross paths, so over the year our communication was limited to rare phone calls, without mentioning any details of our sauna acquaintance.

She is a pretty brunette with pleasant facial features. Her figure resembles the outline of a small guitar. Pleasant sloping shoulders, a narrow waist, and wide hips. Recently, she invited me for lunch, saying her husband wouldn't be there and she wouldn't mind talking with me. I don't need to be told twice, and, taking a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates, I headed over for lunch. Meeting me at the door, she went to the kitchen, leaving me in the hallway. I went into the kitchen, where she was frying something on the stove, and lightly embraced her. She allowed my hands under hers, letting my palms capture the firm hemispheres of her breasts, pressing her bottom against me.

Realizing things were moving along, I went to the shower, got myself ready, and returned to the kitchen. We had a little drink, she stood at the stove, I came up from behind and asked her to tear herself away from cooking, pulling her hips toward me, penetrating both palms to her pubic area and simultaneously lightly pressing on her clitoral region. She turned off the stove and went to the bedroom, leading me along. In the bedroom, we quickly undressed and turned to each other. I liked the sight. Full, size-three breasts crowned with long, dark nipples, one of which I immediately, after a brief embrace, captured with my lips and began to roll across the roof of my mouth. My right hand went below her pubic area and began massaging her clitoral region. With my mouth, I caught the second nipple, played with it too, not stopping my hand from exploring the space between her beautiful legs, moistened from arousal. Then, slowly squatting down, I explored her no-longer-young but firm body with my tongue and lips, and finally, the tip of my tongue, parting her obedient lips, played on her clitoris, and to enhance the effect, the middle finger of my right hand advanced slightly into the hot and slippery entrance of her vagina, pressing and stroking the firm nub of her erogenous zone. My friend let out a soft moan, arched, allowing me to caress her like that a little longer, and sat on the bed, looking at the member resting for now in cute, tight-fitting briefs. I should say I'm in no hurry to expose my tool so it doesn't get in the way before action starts, so she pulled them off me herself and raised her eyebrows in surprise, apparently not expecting to see a decently sized apparatus.

At that moment, I suggested she lie on her back, which she did with surprising agility, adorably throwing her knees toward her shoulders and opening everything to my view. I immediately pressed against her pussy, with rotating motions of my tongue caressing her clitoris, descending to the entrance of her vagina and slightly immersing my tongue there. She began to meet my tongue with her hips, but that seemed insufficient to me. I slightly pulled back, took my member, and ran it from her clitoris to her anus, trying to generously lubricate her anal ring with my fluid. Then, coating my middle finger with my member's fluid, I carefully pressed on her anal opening and heard a surprised moan, which led me to think that no one had entered her there before me. But she didn't push my finger out either, which had penetrated inside by one phalanx. Then I inserted the tip of my index finger into her vagina and, twisting my fingers in both holes simultaneously, attacked her clitoris with my tongue and lips. She looked at me in surprise, whispering that no one had done that to her before, then her eyes clouded over and her head fell back onto the pillow.

Her body began to tremble, moans drowned out the soft music flowing from the walls, my fingers gripped the rings of tight muscles, and she came delightfully, relaxing on the bed.