Playgrounders Party Boat

*stretch*

Morning, ya'll. Coffee is brewing, fresh fruit, bagels, and mimosas on the deck in 30 minutes.
 

Sitting in the steaming, wet sauna. Sitting across from each other. Towels draped about our bodies. Steam seeping into our very pores. Your eyes half closed as you lick little beads of sweat from your lips. Your arms rising, pulling back your hair, chin lifting, exposing your succulent neck. Watching a bead of moisture roll down your jaw, dribbling over your neck, pooling into the nape. Your bare shoulders accentuating the rise and fall of your busom. Through the mists, I watch as legs open, ever so slightly. An invitation? or merely a languid lapse due to the heat? So smooth, so desireable, your indescretion having me reposition my towel. One hand holding your hair up, the other now slowly, sensually drifts its way down your face, over your nape, fingers stopping only at the swell of your breasts, your lips open in a silent release. As another bursts of steam erupts, your eyes suddenly open and lock with mine. You smile....
 
Sitting in the steaming, wet sauna. Sitting across from each other. Towels draped about our bodies. Steam seeping into our very pores. Your eyes half closed as you lick little beads of sweat from your lips. Your arms rising, pulling back your hair, chin lifting, exposing your succulent neck. Watching a bead of moisture roll down your jaw, dribbling over your neck, pooling into the nape. Your bare shoulders accentuating the rise and fall of your busom. Through the mists, I watch as legs open, ever so slightly. An invitation? or merely a languid lapse due to the heat? So smooth, so desireable, your indescretion having me reposition my towel. One hand holding your hair up, the other now slowly, sensually drifts its way down your face, over your nape, fingers stopping only at the swell of your breasts, your lips open in a silent release. As another bursts of steam erupts, your eyes suddenly open and lock with mine. You smile....

You're so quiet when you enter the sauna I'm still under the assumption I am alone. I sit with the towel wrapped loosely around my body. . .feeling the steam seeping into my skin. Eyes closed I imagine I'm laying on a beach. . .the sun beating down on my exposed flesh. . .you next to me. I can feel you breathe, feel your heart beating against my back. Your tongue lightly traces from my jaw to my neck. Your hands start to explore the sensitive flesh of my upper thighs, I slowly open my legs in response to your wanting touch. With one hand above my head I allow my free hand to slowly trace down my face. . .my neck. . .my chest. . .

The feel of the towel and the burst of steam pulls me from my fantasy. . .I open my eyes to see you sitting quietly across from me. . .watching.

I smile and let the towel slip to the floor.
 
Welcome! I'll mix up another batch of mojitos...and I think I'll make some mango daguiris as well.
 
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