One Night in Club Decadence

by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com} and Voluptuous Silk {
voluptuous_silk@yahoo.com} (c) 2006, 2009

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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.