One Night in Club Decadence by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} and Voluptuous Silk { voluptuous_silk@yahoo.com} (c) 2006, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: Two strangers meet at a very special club and learn things about themselves It was a nondescript sort of building, the sort of building that you find on any business site on the outskirts of any city in the western hemisphere. Inside the building was a totally different matter, but few people had access to know that. The entranceway was guarded by a pass key lock together with a video camera which prevented any passing salesman from gaining access. If by any chance a stranger did try to get in the receptionist would work a speaker explaining that no reps were currently being accepted. The only people who could gain access were a selected few who had undergone a long drawn out process of selection, involving interviews and a home visit. For the chosen few it was worth the trouble. They knew it would be, as they had been specifically invited to apply by existing members. Members -- for this was a very private kind of club. Once inside the very ordinary doors the building opened up into a whole vista of delights for all whether they were solo men, solo ladies or couples. There was a limited number of staff to provide anything a member required, but members were encouraged to help other members in achieving their fantasies. This was a place where those who enjoyed their fantasies could make them come to life, creating simple or elaborate scenarios in the full knowledge that their privacy would be respected and their desires catered to. This is the tale of one such encounter. *** *** *** Roger entered with a certain degree of trepidation, despite the extensive vetting process. Fear of being revealed at work or home kept his blood pressure up, but did not keep him from making the application, nor from juggling his family finances to arrange the cash payment. He took from his inside jacket pocket the cardkey that had come by anonymous courier to his office. Swiping it over the door panel, he turned the knob to enter the club. The door opened onto a moderately lit carpeted area, and closed behind him with an audible snick of the lock. The cardkey was needed for both doors; the enforced delay probably generating enough time for the club security personnel to visually confirm his membership. Finally passing through the inner door, he moved forward with nervous anticipation. This first area could have been a small party room in any hotel, a bar along one wall, several tables along two sides of a dance floor, the furnishings pleasant if generic. This early in the afternoon, however, the area was just about empty. A woman of indeterminate age was cleaning the bar, and she efficiently mixed him a potent martini, which he sipped while sitting at one of the tables. There were several doors in the far wall and a hallway off the far corner, and he fingered the small Yale key in his pocket wondering what he would find in the locker which had been assigned to him, and whether he dared look into it yet. *** *** *** As she started to slide her key through the lock, Angie hesitated. She wasn't sure if she should, but she was here on a dare, after all. A week before she had had some friends over and after having a bit too much to drink, she accepted a dare before fully knowing what it entailed. She had been given a limo, a key and directions that she be fully open to what she might find (her friends knew she was the adventurous type). Now, she was not so sure. She paused to check herself in her mirror. Not much to check in the way of makeup... she didn't wear it much... fair complexion, blonde curly hair and sparkling green eyes. She was aware that she could capture attention, she was of the rubenesque, voluptuous type and she loved to laugh. Satisfied she was presentable enough, she took a deep breath and slid the key through the lock. She stepped into a small carpeted area and was standing in front of another door. She noticed there was a small camera and an unlit red light above the door. After a few moments the red light flashed and, assuming she had passed security, she slid her key through the final lock. She entered an attractive, but modest bar area with a few tables and a dance floor. Soft jazz was playing. She walked to the bar and ordered a glass of red wine. As she sipped her drink, she noticed an attractive man sitting at a table by himself. His profile was to her and she didn't think he had noticed her enter the room since he seemed a bit nervous and preoccupied. She really didn't relish the thought of drinking alone and still wasn't sure what was to happen from here, so she lightly stepped over to his table and came up behind him. She leaned over, her breast lightly brushing against his shoulder and breathed in his ear... "May I join you?" Several things then occurred in quick succession. The man jumped at the unexpected voice, pulled his hand quickly out of his pocket, causing the back of his wrist to drag along the softly resilient hip of the woman who had appeared as if from nowhere, and dropped his martini, which bounced once on the table top and rolled away to fall with a wet shattering sound on the floor. Meanwhile, the key which he had been fingering flipped upward and described a glittering parabola in the air before coming down under the conspiring forces of gravity and Murphy's law to embed itself inside the vee of Angie's blouse. Mortified, his cheeks burning from embarrassment, he lifted his gaze to meet a pair of green eyes in which no obvious trace of anger or even disapproval could be found. A few tentative sounds escaped his lips before he regained some semblance of aplomb. Rising to his feet, and manfully resisting the inclination to look where the key had lodged, he carefully indicated a chair on the dry side of the table. "Please do," he replied, "but I hope you don't mind if I change my drink to water." The bar attendant had by this time arrived to clean the floor of glass and alcohol, discreetly ignoring the two of them. He brushed an unruly lock of salt and pepper off his forehead as he continued. "It would appear that one glass is my limit tonight." "Thank you so much," she replied with a small smile. Placing her drink on the table, she gracefully slid into the seat opposite him. She slowly crossed her legs and placed one hand in her lap, using the other to slowly twirl a tendril of hair around a finger. The most prominent thought in her mind at the moment was how she would love to help with the hair falling into his eyes. She had a weakness for men with that color and type of hair. She would really have to watch herself tonight. She had never had quite this effect on a man before, and having a small key practically jump into her blouse was definitely a first! The contact of his hand against her hip, although brief, had started a warmth to spread through her. She was quite enjoying his level of discomfort, which was not at all like her. For the moment she would blame it on the mysteriousness of the situation at hand. She decided to prolong the slight mystery of what had happened to his key as long as possible. She leaned across the table and touched his hand lightly. She knew that, if he chose to do so, he could glance down and would most likely see the top part of the key peeking out. She opted to ignore the fact that his key was now hopelessly trapped between her breasts. "I apologize for surprising you, are you sure you wouldn't mind another drink?", she said. "It seems I am the cause of the loss of the first one and really, I do abhor drinking alone. Unless you would rather drink water, of course?" The twinkle of yellow metal insisted on trying to pull his vision from his friendly companion's quite pretty face down toward the creamy cleavage held barely in check by the cocktail dress she wore. He suppressed a frisson of delight at the light touch of her fingers almost stroking along the back of his right hand, a touch which sent tendrils of sensation up his arms and down under his neat three-piece suit. Social needs won out over caution, and he flagged the bar attendant for another martini. The sound system had shifted from Dave Brubeck to Teddy Pendergrass, and he found himself with a bit more courage than his normal share. Without worrying about the possibility of rejection, he opened his lips and found himself launching into an invitation to dance. "By the way, I must seem terribly rude, I haven't introduced myself. My name's Roger, and you've probably guessed I've not been here before. Would you do me the honor of helping me over my first-night jitters with a spin on the dance floor?" "You aren't rude at all, Roger. Given the circumstances, I wouldn't blame you at all, since I did cause the loss of your first drink." She continued, "My name is Angie, and I am very pleased to meet you." With a smile, she softly enfolded his hand in hers. Squeezing gently, she said, "I would love to dance with you." He stood and came around the table to her side, his eyes and hand never leaving her... his key was quite forgotten for the moment. He gently drew her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. He grasped her right hand in his left and barely touched his other hand to the small of her back. She shivered slightly at his touch. She was not cold at all, the very opposite really. From the moment she had first saw him she had been attracted to him and, yes, was a bit curious. Each time they had made physical contact, accidental or otherwise, warmth had radiated through her body. At first she had thought it was the wine, but knew differently now. As he held her hand while they danced, his thumb softly rubbed the back of it, sending heat throughout her body once more. She wasn't sure if he was aware of the effect he was having on her. "Are you cold?" he asked. She slowly looked up at him and huskily replied, "On the contrary, I am beginning to feel quite warm." That said, she pressed a slight bit closer to him. Angie really had the most remarkable eyes, he thought. Sort of a warmish green that changed hue from different angles. And her smile varied from demure to radiant. More than that he couldn't say, since his attention was taken both with setting a competent rhythm on the dance floor and with enjoying the presence of a woman in his arms again, even if only in the context of the dance. The music shifted, and with it her body leaned in closer to his. He could almost feel her warmth through his dress shirt, and the movements of their dance brought her midsection into frequent sliding collisions with his. His right hand nestled at the base of her spine, fingertips describing small circles in the fabric of her dress. The goosebumps along her bare arms belied her claim of feeling warm; on the other hand, when the music stopped but she didn't, the contact of her upper legs pressing against his was warm indeed. They stood there for a suspended moment, the echoes of the music around them as he inhaled the fragrant scent of her hair. Each movement which brought Angie's body into closer contact with Roger's had set her pulse racing. His touch at the small of her back was giving her goosebumps and her face had become a slight bit flushed. She had become so absorbed in the reactions he was invoking in her that she had not noticed when the music stopped. When Roger had stopped moving, she had continued and stumbled into him slightly. He honestly did not seem to realize the effect he was having on her. As they had danced, their midsections had kept a rhythmical contact. Angie was not a tall woman and, at the moment was relieved that she had worn heels... or was she? She had not expected to meet someone this quickly tonight or to experience any of the sensations she was feeling at the moment... at least not this early in the evening. As Roger held her against himself (most likely to keep her from falling, she thought), she felt the warmth of his leg mingle with her own. At a loss for words, for the moment, she glanced down and saw a flash of gold. Angie had completely forgotten about his key. She had one exactly like it in her evening bag. "Roger," she said, "I have just one question at the moment." Placing both hands on his shoulder, she stood on tiptoe to huskily whisper in his ear, "Whatever are we going to do about this damned key?" As she pulled away slightly from him, her lips grazed his ear and cheek. She was sure she felt him shudder very slightly. She met his gaze and winked. Roger stiffened for a moment at the contact of her lips along the underside of his ear. An unmistakably erotic charge skated down the side of his neck, slithering beneath his shirt and exploding with a silent thunderclap in the front of his slacks. He wondered at her mixture of pleasant reserve and sensual presence. However, her last casual comment brought him full around to the needs and impulses that led him to this building in the first place. After all, her admission here meant that she had been approved by the committee just as he had. Which brought him back to, as she so insightfully phrased it, that damned key. "Well, since you brought the matter up," and his hazel eyes flickered down below her neck and then bobbed up with an appreciative smile. "Why don't you get your purse and we'll go check it out." He watched her move fluidly back to the table, the side slit of her skirt revealing a strong and well-turned leg without the annoying shimmer of hose. She twirled around, purse in hand, and strode toward him with her movements emphasizing the fullness of her bustline beneath the clinging fabric of the dress. He took her small hand in his and led her toward the corner and the hallway entrance there. Once out of the main area, a small sign pointed to the left for "Lockers-Sauna", to the right for "Meeting Suites". Roger chuckled at the discreetly worded phrase. His interview had given several possibilities for the kinds of "meetings" that might take place, and he was beginning to hope that he would be a participant in one such here on his first visit. A walk of several meters down the hall, accompanied by some soft unplaceable music through unseen speakers, brought them to a pair of doors with male and female ideographs. Roger began to reach into his pocket, then remembered and, glancing at his companion, blushed. "Um, I think I'm going to need some assistance on your part here... I'll turn my back while you fetch the key." He took the opportunity, while listening with half his attention to the silky rustling behind him, to discreetly adjust the front of his trousers. It occurred to him that had the dance not ended when it did, he'd have been hard pressed to hide his physical reactions from the pretty blonde. When her lips had brushed against his skin, she had heard his sharp intake of breath. She had also felt a slight, involuntary jerk a bit lower. When his eyes glanced down towards the hidden key, she felt a warmth spread through her. She was starting to think she would just have to thank her friend for daring her... she was enjoying herself immensely. She felt his eyes on her as she went to the table to retrieve her bag. She was glad she had chosen the dress she had for this occasion. She was well aware that the flowing lines of the dress accentuated her curves and the slit revealed just the right touch of leg as she walked. The neckline was deep enough and just snug enough to play up her cleavage and yet still allow a slight sway as she moved. The green of the dress also was a sharp contrast to her pale skin and hair, but also brought out a deeper green in her eyes. She brought those eyes to his as his hand took hers, and felt warmth spread through her body. As he turned his back to her so she could retrieve her key, she experienced a slight misgiving. She had hoped to feel the brush of his fingertips as he, himself, took the key. As it were, she removed the key... taking that moment to leave her dress a bit more disheveled at the neck line than it had been previously... emphasizing the curve of her breast and also revealing a bit more of what might lay underneath. She placed a hand on his right shoulder and felt him startle. She trailed her hand softly down the length of his arm. She grasped his hand and gently tugged so she could turn him to face her. Bringing his hand up to her, she turned it over and, while gazing at him, placed a soft kiss in his palm. She then placed the key in the spot where her lips had barely touched him. She finally spoke, "Could you tell me the purpose of this key? Although I have been approved by the committee, I am here on a dare. I knew which was the entrance key, but I have a key similar to this one and do not know what it is for." With that said, she waited for his answer, hoping she had not been too forward, too quickly, with him. His palm tingled, the warmth of her lips spreading out from the center and suffusing his entire body... he clenched his fingers around it tightly and worked to regain his composure. Approved by the committee but not knowing what the key was for -- something about the explanation didn't ring true, but Angie's magical presence and her effect on him was more than enough to offset minor quibbles. He took another look at her -- the deep cleavage of her dress made prominent the contrast of her skin tones with the darker fabric. The overall effect seemed to him more provocative than he remembered from the dance floor, and he wondered at the talent of the dressmaker who could arrange so much without part of her bra showing. "Follow me, then," he said as he took her hand. Turning, he opened the door to the men's lockers, somehow sure that she wouldn't hesitate to cross that threshold. Indeed, her fingers tightened on his but there was no sense of her holding back. "You'll have a locker just like this in the women's section; someone must have dropped the ball when they took you through the orientation. That's what the key is for. I'm sorry but I wouldn't be able to tell you where yours is." He scanned the numbers on the lockers as they walked until he found the one he had been told was his. He paused, a faint worry at the back of his mind about opening an unknown package in the presence of a woman he'd just met. Still, she had been vouchsafed by the committee, so... He turned the key in the lock and opened the door, moving so as to block her view. His eyes widened; the locker was empty save for three items. One was a black blindfold; the second was a card noting that the sauna was now open around the clock, although attendants would only be available until 2am. He lifted the third item, a wisp of green fabric that turned out to be a pair of high-cut forest green panties, the color quite similar to the dress that Angie was wearing. Thinking of her dress reminded him that she was waiting behind him, undoubtedly confused by his silence. He turned to attempt an explanation of the locker's contents, only to collide with her as she attempted to see what this surprise package consisted of. They both stumbled, and he slid his free arm (the one not holding the panties) around her to keep her from falling. His hand landed as if by magnetism on her lower back, and while attempting to regain her balance she unintentionally ground her waist repeatedly against him. After a bit of confusion, Angie was once again fully upright, but made no attempt to step away from him, nor even to reduce the friendly warm pressure of her hips against his groin. Obeying an unbidden instinct, and blithely discarding his normal reserve, he slid his hand up her spine to her upper back and used that pressure to bring her face close. His lips moved to hers, and he lost himself for a timeless moment in the sudden heat of their kiss. The kiss completely took her by surprise, although it was a pleasant surprise. The contact of his lips sent heat rushing directly downward. His hand applying pressure also succeeded in bringing her into ever-closer contact with his groin area and she could feel the intensity of his excitement pressing into her. It was a tentative kiss at first, as if he was seeking permission to enjoy her. She hesitantly reached for his mouth with the tip of her tongue... teasing and tracing the outline of his lips. She felt another shiver pass through him. She grew more bold and grasped his bottom lip ever so gently with her teeth and brought it barely into her mouth ... sucking softly. Feeling a bit lightheaded, she brought her hand to his cheek and trailed her fingers across it down to his neck. Finally, she leaned her head back and slowly opened her eyes to look up at him. Reaching to grasp his hand, she found the panties with her fingertips. With a look of mock surprise, she gazed at him and said, "And just what do we have here?" She tugged them free from his hand, and as she dangled the scrap of forest green silk and lace in front of his eyes, she had to suppress a devilish grin as she saw the look of embarrassment cross his face. Roger was in over his head, and enjoying every moment of it. Angie's kiss was like liquid fire running through his veins, and he let his free hand slide down her skirt to cup her bottom, which fit into his palm like it was designed that way. Her hand glided over his, and she pulled the panties free triumphantly, waving the incriminating garment as if she'd caught him with his pants down. In a sense she had, but he quickly realized that since she was not a regular member then she couldn't have been privy to the personal disclosures he'd divulged to the club committee. He silently thanked the lucky coincidence of color between the daring lingerie and her dress. "I guess the club knows more about us than they let on," he replied. Despite the confusion and embarrassment, he hadn't moved the hand resting softly on her bottom, and he felt a pulse in his groin with every breath and wriggle Angie made. "They told me in the orientation meeting that I'd find what I needed from time to time in the locker. Maybe they put these in after you arrived this evening." It sounded plausible to him, and he watched Angie's eyes as she mulled over the explanation. The look in her eyes was suddenly replaced by one of shrewdness, and it occurred to Roger that he might have jumped from the frying pan into the fire with that fiction. After all, on reflection, why would the club give him a pair of panties for Angie? But she didn't bring up that question; instead, she reached over his shoulder and brought out the blindfold and the card announcing the sauna hours. She held them thoughtfully for a minute, then leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'm not sure you're right about that... but look, they have a sauna!" When Roger's hand slid down to her bottom, Angie felt as if she had been branded. She intentionally wriggled a bit as if trying to settle herself even more into his hand. She was sure that her movements were adding to the heated atmosphere between them. She had a feeling that he might be stretching the truth a bit about the coincidence between the color of the dress she was wearing and the color of the panties from his locker... he seemed to be covering for something but she was not sure what it might be. At the moment Angie decided to overlook this little bit of "fiction"... if indeed that was what it was. She was also quite curious about what might be lying in wait in her own locker. However, from what she had caught a glimpse of in Roger's locker, it seemed that the contents of hers could quite possibly wait until later. The thought of Roger placing a blindfold on her... or possibly giving it to her to blindfold him was quite enticing... as was the knowledge of there being a sauna at the Club. She really wished she could have given him another kiss like their first... instead of the peck... but her curiosity had bested her. "What do you say we explore, Roger," and with that she took hold of his hand and started off in the direction of the sauna. So quickly, as a matter of fact, that she caused poor Roger to stumble! Her sudden decision and movement caught him off balance, and he landed heavily on his left knee. She turned quickly as his hand slipped from hers, and ran back to him with concern in her eyes. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry... are you all right?" she inquired. He tested his knee; it was sore but didn't feel like any significant injury. "I think I'm fine," he said as she helped him to his feet. When they set off again, it was at a slower pace and he showed a slight but definite limp. Angie squeezed his hand and made apologies all the way to the door marked "Sauna Entrance". By this time most of Roger's limp was gone, but he could tell he'd be feeling some serious discomfort in the morning. Entering the sauna section was a visual challenge; where the outside hallway had been done in muted pastels, the reception area here was starkly antiseptic white with occasional strokes of bright color. There was a fit-looking attendant at the desk, and when Angie handed over the card from Roger's locker the attendant jotted down a note at his computer screen. "Exercise area's off to the left, changing rooms are off the right, low-temp sauna is first door off the center hall and the high-temp sauna with the Swedish afterbath is second door. Bathrobes and towels are just before the exercise area." With that terse briefing, he pushed a button and the doors behind him unlocked with a loud click. After a bit of a contest to see who could be the most polite, Roger won and Angie preceded him into the back section. He took the opportunity to admire the way the back of her dress slid seamlessly across her bottom, his arousal of earlier in the evening returning. The two of them wandered to their left, coming to the door of the exercise area and opening the adjacent closet. Angie pulled out two towels and two bathrobes while Roger looked through the window to check out the health equipment -- they seemed to be serious about it, as the room was well populated with gear that looked both high-tech and intimidating. Angie's voice brought him back to the moment. "Hey daydreamer... are you here to check out the equipment or me?" He turned, grinning, to see her handing him a towel and bathrobe. "Last one in the sauna's a wrinkled prune," she said, and turned to skip down the hall to the changing rooms. Roger went a bit more slowly. He found an empty locker in the changing room, noticing that none of these lockers had (or presumably needed) locks, and busied himself with disrobing and checking his knee. Satisfied, he ignored the bathrobe and wrapped a towel around his nude body, then padded barefoot out the back door to find himself in the passage to the saunas. Angie was nowhere to be seen, which left him with an even-odds guess on which sauna she was waiting in. "Oh dear" Angie thought to herself as she headed for the locker room, "I probably have lost this poor man for certain!" She had not realized how quickly she had started off and felt awful about hurting him. She hoped she hadn't scared him off too badly. When Angie entered the area which contained the lockers, she immediately went straight to the work of disrobing. After tossing her dress and undergarments into the locker she gave a brief consideration to whether or not she should wear a robe or just a towel. She decided to forego the conservative route of the two, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around herself so that it tucked in front and center. This accomplished, she headed out the door. Angie started down the center hall and took the first door into the low temperature sauna. As she stepped in, she looked to her right and immediately noticed that there was a placard hanging next to the door with the words "Occupied" engraved on it. There were instructions placed next to it stating that in the case that privacy should be needed, it was to be hung on the outside of the door. Across the room there were benches against the wall for relaxing. Also, there was a whirlpool to her left large enough to accommodate 2 people comfortably. This was something which had not been mentioned in the description of the two different saunas. Already starting to feel the heat, Angie decided to take a place on the bench along the wall and relax. Looking around to make sure she was alone, she unwrapped the towel and lay on the bench. She then draped the towel again over herself, for modesty's sake. As she lay on the bench with her eyes closed, she slid a foot towards her behind, bending her knee, causing the towel to slip higher up onto her thigh. She could feel moisture start to trickle down the back of her leg and also down the valley between her breasts. She ran her fingertips up her thighs and started to relax. The last thought she had before she drifted off was to hope that Roger did not have too difficult a time finding her, since she had not let him know which sauna she would head for. Before long, the combination of the heat and her own fingers softly gliding across her skin caused Angie to doze. As she fell deeper into sleep and became more relaxed, she began to dream. *** *** *** Strong, masculine hands began to massage her feet. One hand cupped the sole of her foot while the other gently stroked the top... the anonymous hands moving up and pausing at each of her ankles, as if making a decision. After a few moments, both hands gripped her left ankle, each one slowly sliding up the inside and outside of her calf, fingers and thumbs kneading her muscle there. The hands stroked back down her calf and now the fingers began a slow glide up her shin and around to her calf and lightly behind her knee. Next they switched to the other leg, and followed the same pattern there. Angie's skin had become hypersensitive to touch because of the heat and every touch of the unknown hands in her dream caused her to tingle. Now with one hand on each leg they slowly began to rub her. Massaging the muscles, making firm circular motions around the front and back of each upper thigh. Suddenly the hands left her -- Angie was at the mercy of her dream and didn't know where those gifted hands went but she desperately wanted them back. Suddenly she felt fingertips stroking her thighs. They slowly and gently glided up the tops of her thighs and then back down to caress her knees. She felt the light touch on the sensitive area on the inside of her knees as they slowly found their way along the inside of each leg. They made small circles as they glided upwards and she parted her thighs slightly in anticipation of what she hoped they would do next. As they reached the inside tops of her legs they barely brushed against that part of her which was now hot and moist, and not from the heat of the sauna. Angie breathed a sound of frustration as the fingers left her and the strong hands begin to massage her hands and work their way up her forearms. The fingers lightly moved over her upper arms to her shoulders, across her collarbone to her throat and slowly down over the tops of her breasts. In her slight movements of pleasure, her towel slipped down so the top edge just barely covered each nipple, the dark pink area around each one clearly visible. Now the fingers began to tease that area, just barely touching the sensitive skin as they moved teasingly on and back up to her shoulders. She sensed movement and knew that her unknown masseur had moved to station himself behind her head as she lay on the bench. She now felt his fingers tracing pathways through her hair as they massaged her scalp. The fingertips left her hair to brush down over her eyelids. Subconsciously she wished this were not a dream but if it had to be a dream... this is exactly the way it should be. Fingers softly flowed over her cheeks, down along her jawbone and across her neck. They worked their way down across the tops of her breasts and she could tell her unseen masseuse was closer... feeling his warm breath at her ear. As his fingers brushed so close to her nipples, she felt a soft kiss on her lips. When she moved to return the kiss the tip of his tongue traced the outline of her lips... stopping to gently suck on her bottom lip. She moaned with pleasure... *** *** *** Roger opened the door to the first of the two saunas. Hot air enveloped him, and he felt the sweat break out on his forehead and around his torso as he walked into the room. His feet padded quietly on the textured floor as he checked out the quiet area, pausing with admiration at the authentic-looking rushes and the racks of stones for generating steam. However, this was obviously not the area that Angie had chosen. He opened the door, shivering as the cooler hall air hit his body, and walked quickly down the hall to the other sauna. Upon entering, he paused to gather his bearings. The temperature in here was nowhere near as stifling as that in the other room, and he appreciated the difference. Seeing the "Occupied" placard, he placed it in the holder on the outside of the door, then let the door shut behind him. He started to call out Angie's name to get her attention, but a sound stopped the word while still in his throat. It was something like a low whine, or a moan. Curious, and a little worried, he walked through the high-walled areas following the sound, until he rounded a corner and stopped at the sight. Angie was stretched out on a low bench, her left knee lifted and resting against the wall. Her eyes were closed, and her body was beaded with perspiration -- although it was obvious that the heat in the sauna was only part of its cause. He watched with rapidly growing arousal as the fingers of her right hand moved in tiny, restless incremental brushes between her parted thighs. Her towel was lifted far past being any visual barrier, and he almost gasped to see the evidence of her arousal, swollen and dark red in color, the more erotic for the way her fingers seemed to avoid direct contact. As he watched, Angie moved her head from side to side, letting out what he now recognized as the moan of mixed pleasure and frustration that had caught his ear. The impulse too strong to resist, he crossed to the low bench to sit at her feet. Looking up along her sweat-beaded legs, past the valley so prominently exposed, his eyes traveled over her towel-covered midsection and past the hillocks of her breasts. Her face was an elegant mixture of desire, arousal, and some degree of pleasure already received. He held his hand a mere hairbreadth away from her calf, unwilling to disturb her evident sweet dream, when she suddenly stiffened from head to toe and her foot shot out into his hip where his towel was tucked in. The pain was a secondary consideration to him though, as Angie's eyes opened at that moment. Angie opened her eyes and felt disoriented. She was warm... quite warm as a matter of fact. She suddenly realized where she was. The solid object which her foot had encountered was actually Roger. She was still trying to come totally out of her dream. She knew that hands had been touching her and that she still felt quite aroused. From the position of her right hand it was obvious to her that at least one of the hands had been her own... and she flushed with embarrassment knowing that Roger may have caught her. There was no telling how long he had been there, but from the look on his face, she could tell he had seen plenty. As her foot made contact with his hip, he had jumped up from his position on the bench at her feet, his hand brushing along her calf. Her foot had gotten tangled with his towel where he had tucked it in at his waist. When he moved suddenly and stood, the towel had stayed with her foot. He now stood at her feet, sans towel. She had risen up on her arms slightly when she woke, and was hit with the realization that her own towel was now only covering her stomach, leaving all else exposed. Their eyes locked. Her eyes slowly traveled down over his chest and stomach. She could not resist looking lower and could not stop the hint of a smile which came to her face when she saw that he was every bit as aroused as she was, albeit from slightly different circumstances. As she slowly lifted her eyes back up to his, desire was apparent in his eyes also. Roger stood there, seeing the answering hunger in her eyes, feeling the hot breath of the sauna swirling between his legs. He moved back toward the bench, maintaining eye contact, until he was once again sitting next to her leg. Now he placed his hand deliberately just over her ankle, and moved it slowly along her sweat-slicked calf into the hollow behind her knee. Angie's eyelids fluttered as he twirled his index finger in that space, and she rolled her hips upward wanting his fingers to keep moving. Goosebumps popped out on both her legs as his finger did indeed continue onward, up the inside of her leg until his fingers brushed the damp curls awaiting his touch. Her mouth opened in a silent "oh", and she parted her legs further, wanting his touch, wanting so much more than that. She arched her back, moving herself onto two of his fingers while his thumb slid into the channel between her labia. He watched her closely, marveling at the uninhibited way she rolled her hips forward until he was perforce cupping her one-handed. She reached out blindly and grabbed his leg below the knee, and the sharp bite of her nails along with the demanding throb between his own thighs reminded him that there was more to be done here than simply watch, as much as he wanted to see her take her pleasure. He flicked the tip of his thumb against Angie's clit, and she threw her head back on the bench moaning loudly. Moving carefully, he rose from the bench and slid his free hand behind her back, raising her to a sitting position. Swinging his left leg over the bench, he sat down so that she rested against his chest, her bottom warm against his standing erection. Her muscles clamped down on his fingers, and he felt as much as heard her shudder and sigh against him. As Roger settled behind her, Angie leaned back into his chest and laid her head back on his right shoulder. She could feel his hardness against her and unconsciously wriggled, settling in even closer to him. As Roger felt her movement, the fingers that were working their magic on her inserted themselves even farther and his cupped hand applied pressure to urge her closer to him. She could feel an answering nudge in the hardness against her backside. His free hand slid along her left arm, his fingers tracing a blazing pathway across her shoulder and up her neck. He gently gathered up the damp tendrils of hair, each separate touch of a finger giving rise to more goosebumps. He laid the curls aside and bent his lips to the area where her shoulder and neck connected. When his lips made contact, Angie arched back against him, her left arm coming up so that her hand cupped the back of his head, pressing him closer. Of its own accord, her other hand drifted to her breast, brushing against the turgid nipple and cupping the yielding mound in her hand. She bent her left knee higher, encouraging deeper access to Rogers seeking fingers. Moaning, she turned her head, her lips meeting Roger's in a deep passionate kiss. Roger met Angie's searching lips with a torrid kiss of his own, wriggling behind her so that his erection settled into the sauna-dampened pocket between her bottom cheeks. His tongue sought out and dueled with hers in a mutual exchange of passion, while lower down he continued his manual explorations. He could feel her heartbeat as her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, sheathing them in gloves of slick heat. With his other hand he found the breast that she wasn't stroking, and lifted it while his thumb drew teasing circles around the nipple, never quite brushing over that sensitive spot. The aroused Angie lifted and slid her legs restlessly, coaxing his wriggling fingers deeper inside her. Her new position made it possible for him to press his thumb up between her swollen labia and find the rising nubbin higher up. She thrust her chest outward, pressing her breast into his cupping hand, and he responded by breaking off their kiss to slide his lips lower down, leaving a trail of wet butterfly kisses from the underside of her chin to the hollow at the base of her neck. She mewled at the loss of his kiss, but gasped and let out a low moan as his lips settled over the soft length of her neck. Her whole body felt consumed by arousal, with no clear distinction between his attentions to her neck, his tantalizing of her breast, the occasional throb of his shaft against her bottom, or the in-and-out movement of his fingers inside her. Goosebumps lined her arms despite the heat of the sauna, and she felt her head spinning. All else in Angie's world ceased to exist for her except for the feel of Roger's fingers, hands and lips on her. She felt as if she was so tightly wound, if her spring were to break, she would explode. Roger's hardness was much more insistent against her backside and as she shifted against him in her excitement she could hear a small moan escape his lips. His fingers continued their exploration of her moist depths, unrelenting in their journey. When occasionally he allowed the thumb of his other hand to teasingly brush against her nipple, uncontrollable shivers would pass through her body. When Roger's mouth moved to her throat, she turned her head slightly to kiss the back of his neck. When her lips made contact, his fingers suddenly thrust deep inside her. The sensations he caused at that moment caused her to nip his neck and graze his hairline with her teeth. In response he pressed her more closely to himself and began to move against her backside. His lips became more insistent on her neck, pausing between kisses to bite ever so gently. She moved her right hand along the inside of his right thigh, reaching behind her and brushing her fingers against his shaft. She could feel the vibrations on her neck as he moaned. Grasping him firmly in her hand, so as not to lose contact, she shifted a bit to her left and side ways, away from him, opening her legs further. She now was sitting more upright and sideways against him, giving him easier access to the rest of her body. Since the movement had interrupted his exploration of her neck on the left side, he now bent his head to continue on her right side. She began to teasingly brush her fingers up and down the length of him, pausing occasionally to grasp him in her hand, using her thumb to trace circles around the head. As Angie's hand grasped and stroked his swelling root, Roger move his legs restlessly, rubbing them alongside hers. In this position it was easy for him to press two fingers up inside her, and she reacted by immediately clenching her hand tightly around him. She could feel his one hand twirling maddeningly around her left nipple, and his lips were busy at the base of her neck while his fingers -- oh those exploring, knowing fingers... Roger pressed his lips firmly against her neck, just half-grazing the edges of his teeth against her skin, feeling the quivering of her body against him. He moved his fingers in swirls and slides, learning the contours and sensitive areas of her inner core. With his left hand he lifted her breast and thumbed the pert nipple, drawing a breathy moan from Angie as she clamped down on him twice -- once with her hips trapping his hand, and the other with her hand around his own excitement. The atmosphere in the sauna left both of their bodies sweat-slick, and every movement was magnified by the added sensitivity of their heated skin. He became aware of a soft sound. At first he thought it came from the heating vents, but he quickly realized it was Angie's breathing, semi-vocalized puffs of air in time with the squeezing of her thighs around his hand. He curled his middle finger inside her, and was rewarded with a reaction far in excess of any expectations -- Angie threw her head back against him and arched her back, pressing him hard against the wall, and clamped her legs tightly around his hand, all the while letting out a high keening moan that had to be audible even through the solid doors of the sauna. She lifted one hand to cover his over her breast, and her other hand squeezed almost painfully around his shaft, but the wonder of her passion was such that he really didn't notice at that moment. In her fight to not expend herself immediately, Angie had forgotten all else except physical sensation and using her mind to control the reactions of her body to Roger’s attentions. Suddenly she realized that she had a very firm grip on his most sensitive area and loosened her hold at once, but without letting go of him completely. She moved her hand to his and, grasping his wrist, she moved it aside so that his fingers could not quite yet cause her to lose control. She turned to face him and raised herself to her knees. She released her hold on his shaft and took both of his hands in hers, placing them on her hips. Slowly, while gazing into his eyes, she placed a knee on each side of his hips. In this position, her breasts were now directly in front of his face, and he moved to tenderly draw a nipple into his mouth. A moan escaped her as shocks of pleasure spread through her body each time he drew her deeper into his mouth. Adding to the sensation, his hands kneaded her behind, pressing her closer to him. Placing each of her hands in his hair she turned his face upwards to her and kissed him passionately. As the kiss grew more insistent, she lowered herself so that the tip of his member was just at her hot and moist opening. As Roger began to move his hips trying to gain entrance she slowly slid part way down the length of him, her muscles alternately gripping him tightly and releasing him in a steady rhythm. She began a pattern of repeating this movement, each time drawing more of him into her. The bodies slid against each other in their need for release. She knew that she could not control her pleasure much longer, and she could tell that Roger was getting closer to his own release with each up and down movement. Pressing as close as she could to him, Angie brought her lips to Roger’s ear and began a slow stroking along the outer edge with her tongue, pausing every so often to nibble on his lobe and suck it into her mouth. As his breath quickened, she settled completely down onto him, burying his shaft deep inside her as she began a slow rocking movement that became increasingly urgent. Roger dug his fingers into the yielding curves of Angie's bottom as her thighs landed into full contact with his legs. She shifted her weight in a rolling motion that magnified the tight slithery caress of her vagina around him, her inner muscles rippling in a fashion both harder and infinitely more delicate than anything his own hand could produce. He felt the points of her nipples drag heavily across his chest, and his breath caught in his throat as the moment overwhelmed him. At the same time that she poked her tongue into his ear, his legs stiffened and he threw his head back against the padded wall, crying out in lust as his balls clenched and pumped. Distantly, he felt the answering bite of her nails around his shoulders while he pushed his hips upward repeatedly in short but emphatic thrusts. He smelled the clean scent of her hair draped along his face and felt the nip of teeth along his shoulderblade as she convulsed similarly atop him. They held each other tightly through the moment, as the sauna was filled with a combination of grunts, moans, and wet slapping sounds. Not until he felt turned completely inside out did Roger loosen his grip on Angie's bottom, and it was longer still before the last effects of her orgasms faded enough for her breathing to slow down to normal. She rested then, slumped against Roger's chest, purring occasionally when an aftershock would cause one of them to pulse or squeeze where they were so intimately joined. As she rested against Roger, Angie relished in the feel of their bodies against each other. She nuzzled into his neck and planted occasional kisses as she attempted to bring her breathing under control. She marveled in the feel of him inside of her, his arms wrapped around her. The closeness of their bodies enabled her to feel his heart beating against her own chest. She shifted slightly and felt his arms tighten around her. She sat back a little to gaze at his face. His head leaned back against the padded wall. His eyes were shut and there was a slight smile about his lips. His breathing was definitely becoming steadier and for a moment she thought he might be asleep. She quickly discarded that idea as his hands began to find their way up along her back and then back down along her sides. She brought her hands up along side his face and to his hair. Running her fingers along his scalp and through his damp hair, she leaned over to place a soft kiss on his lips. After lingering there for a moment, she drew back slightly and said, "We can't stay like this forever, you know?" Placing her hands against the padded wall for support, she slowly and gently began to extricate herself from their embrace. As he slipped out of her intimate clasp, his hands sought to hold on to her, but she took them in her own hands as she stood up. "What do you say we check out the shower before we explore any further?" She winked at him and tugged on his hands to coax him to his feet. Roger nodded, unable or unwilling to try and put his emotions into words. And in truth, both of them needed the shower as much for its refreshing properties as to give them some time to recover. For one thing was certain. Neither Angie nor Roger had any desire for the evening to end. /END/ Endnote: This story was the result of a joint collaboration in the Ignite writing group at Yahoo Groups and was written 2004-2005 then reformatted for distribution on 9/1/2006.