My submission for Image 18!
My great uncle passed away when I was fresh out of college. I never met him, but he didn’t have any kids and he wanted it to go to someone in my generation, so it fell into my lap. He’d been renting the place out for years, and his tenants’ rent covered the taxes, utilities, everything, so they stayed there for a couple more years while I got my footing in life. Then they moved out, got a house of their own, and I moved in.
The sauna came with the house. The tenants had evidently never used it, and it took some work to get back in working condition. The stove, or kiuas, was in remarkably good condition. It was just the wood paneling that needed some retouching.
Renee and I have been friends since our sophomore year of college. We went on exactly one date when we first met, and we quickly figured out that we’d be a pretty bad couple, but we made excellent friends. She was there when I first got the house, she helped me move in, and when she saw the sauna she told me it needed to be my top priority to fix up.
After I fixed it up, she was the first one over to try it with me. Towels, beers, and hot steam. It became our little ritual every Sunday from then on, something that just developed and stayed over the last four years.
I’m a handyman for a living, so I keep the sauna in good condition. The kiuas stays clean, the seating and the walls are touched up every season, it’s honestly easier to stay on top of than most of my clients’ properties. Renee calls it ‘Scandinavian grandfather energy’, which I’ve started to own.
Renee and I decided to try a wine bar for our Friday night drinks this week. It was a new place close to her apartment.
“Company wide reorganization,” she said as she sat down. “Three meetings on Thursday alone to discuss how it would affect reporting lines and projects and everything.”
“Jesus, isn’t this the second job in a row?”
“Private equity, what can I say? No one could tell me if my actual job is going to be any different.”
“At least it’s not a layoff.”
“Not yet. Shit, it better not be.”
We talked for a bit over our first drinks – sangrias tonight – about her job, how long she’d been there, laughing about the horrors of late stage capitalism. Then she asked me about my week.
“I had a client change her mind on the tile twice after I’d already ordered it,” I said. “I’m now the proud owner of fourteen square feet of travertine.”
“You really seem to attract all the rich snobby housewives.”
“It’s a perk of the job. It’s a discontinued color, by the way. I’ll give it to you cheap.”
“I don’t even know what travertine is!” she said with a laugh.
We ended up ordering a pitcher of the sangria to go with our bites, and we stayed there for a while. The patio had great lighting, and I appreciated the construction of the fencing, letting the night air in without letting the wind take over.
“You good for this Sunday?” I asked after finishing my glass.
“Yeah- actually, I was meaning to ask you. I’ve got this friend, Becky, we used to work together. But I told her about your sauna, and she apparently grew up with them in Sweden and really misses them.”
“So you want to bring her over?”
“She asked if she could come, yeah.”
“Sure, bring her. I’ll put on some of that Scandinavian grandpa charm.”
She kicked me under the table and shook her head, smiling. Renee had good taste in people, and I was secretly wondering how my sauna keeping skills held up to someone who grew up with a real one.
On Sunday, Renee and Becky showed up together at two. Becky was shorter than both of us, and she went straight out to my yard after I let them in.
“Oh, I love the fence,” she said.
“Yeah? I’ve been thinking about replacing it, starting to get old.”
“Nah she’s right, it gives the place a nice rustic look. It suits you,” Renee cut in.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, smiling, noticing Becky giggling behind her.
I grabbed some beers and pulled chairs out to the back porch while the kiuas finished heating up. It was a good afternoon for it, warm enough to sit outside without it being sweltering. The breeze was going to feel nice after the sauna later.
“So Renee said you inherited the house?” asked Becky, sipping her beer.
“From my great uncle, yeah. Never met him, but he left it to me anyway.”
“What a fast track to home ownership. Did the sauna come with it? I never see American houses with them.”
“Yeah, he must have put it in when he lived here, but it needed a lot of work when I found it.”
“When we found it,” Renee said.
“Right, right, still, it was a project.”
“It must be hard to find contractors who know what they’re doing here,” said Becky.
“I did it myself, it’s not that much different from other woodwork.”
“Oooooh, impressive!”
She looked at me with an earnest, wide grin, taking another drink. Renee raised her eyebrows at me, a look she didn’t give often, like she just noticed something I’d need to catch up to. We spent some time talking while the sauna got to temperature, I learned more about the two years Renee spent working with Becky, and I compared notes on the saunas she was used to with mine.
“Okay, the sauna’s definitely ready by now. Towels are in the bathroom, help yourselves and I’ll meet you there.”
Renee knew where they were, and they sorted themselves out while I grabbed the empty beer cans and went to my room to change into mine, heading out to the backyard with a fresh set of beers afterwards. The sauna had been sitting at temperature for a few minutes already, and when I opened the door the heat came out in a solid wave. I stepped in and took my usual spot on the lower bench.
Renee came in next, the white towel wrapped around her body, sitting to the corner from me just like always. She popped open her beer and drank, leaning back. The wood was already ticking as it expanded.
Then Becky came in, towel wrapped around her body as well, and she closed the door. “Mmm, you do keep it nice and hot. It’s perfect.”
In one easy motion, she unhooked her towel, removed it from her body, and hung it on the peg by the door, leaving her naked in front of us. We didn’t say anything for a second. She turned around and saw both of us staring at her. I looked away, not as fast as I should have.
“What?” she said.
“Becky…” Renee said.
“What??” She looked between us, genuinely puzzled for a moment, then her face shifted, a smirk on her face. “Oh, you can’t be serious. Because I’m naked?”
“I mean…” I started.
“That’s how it’s done, you know.” She took a step on the bench, seating herself on the upper bench right behind Renee, not hiding a thing about what that motion put on display. “It’s the whole point of the sauna.”
Renee’s mouth opened to say something, but nothing came out.
“Okay, listen.” Becky leaned forward, her shorter nude body now above both of us like class was in session. She was smiling mercilessly. “You,” she pointed to me, “are blocking all the heat in your lap and your upper legs. You’re getting maybe… sixty percent of a sauna right now. And you,” she pointed at Renee, “are covering way more than he is. You’ve really only been giving your limbs and your head a real sauna experience this whole time?”
“That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” I said, but I didn’t fully believe my own words.
“It isn’t, you’re just being Americans.” She pointed to the hooks by the door. “You put this sauna back together including the towel hooks and you never used them? Renee, back me up here.”
Renee didn’t say anything for a minute. Then she took a breath. “I mean, she has a really good point. And now I kind of feel stupid for not trying this sooner.” She looked at me, that same raised eyebrow look, with a small curve of a smile. “I’m game if you are.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, standing up. “Come on.”
I stood up with her and we looked away from each other. I could feel Becky grinning at us as we took them off, hanging them up on the towel pegs. I gave Renee one look over, taking in her naked body, her eyes on mine too. We sat back down and Becky poured the first ladle of water over the stones, filling the room with steam.
“Oh yeah. This is better,” Renee sighed.
We settled into the heat. Becky and Renee fell into conversation about their old job, people they’d worked with, a manager they’d apparently both found insufferable. I was content to let it wash over me. The heat permeated through my body – all of it – and I leaned back the wall, trying not to look at either of them too much.
I was failing at that. My eyes lingered on Becky for the most part. The way she talked with her hands, the ease she had in her own skin, the sweat on her body dripping down her curves. I looked at Renee too, my best friend for years, completely naked right across from me for the first time. As much as I kept trying to look away, my eyes were just drawn to every curve of their bodies.
Renee’s leg came across my thigh, something she always did when we used towels, but taking on a whole new feeling with just our bare skin. I looked at the wall, but it was no use. I was completely hard.
“Renee, your friend has a very interesting problem over there,” I heard Becky say, coyly.
Renee gasped.
I cleared my throat. “It’s the heat.”
“It is not the heat, look at that thing!” Renee said, looking down at it. She sat up, her leg rising off my thigh. “What, you can’t handle a couple naked girls in your sauna?” She said with an evil grin, her foot pressing against my cheek.
“Mmph,” I said. Very astute. I grabbed Renee’s ankle and she cackled, I heard Becky laughing behind her too. The sauna filled up with just laughter and heat, the three of us being dumb together. Renee eventually retrieved her leg, and the laughter settled back into warmth. I was still hard though.
Then Becky stepped down from the upper bench, sitting down next to me, close enough that her arm was brushing mine.
“What are you doing,” Renee said, flatly.
“Nothing,” Becky said, pleasantly.
She shifted, and her arm pressed more firmly against mine. I turned my head to look at her, and our eyes met. She had a sly grin on her face. She turned more towards me, leaning in, and I felt her soft, bare tit rubbing on my arm now.
“Becky,” Renee said.
“I’m just sitting here.” She glanced down, then back up at me, still grinning. “Just giving this interesting problem a closer look.”
Her thigh was pressed against mine now, her skin soft and hot from the steam. I wanted to reach over and touch her. I glanced at Renee instead, her eyes met mine and her eyebrows raised again, but she didn’t move or say anything else. Just watching Becky do her thing with me.
Between the feeling of her body, the attention to my ‘interesting problem’ and the two naked girls in my sauna with me, my cock was so hard it was twitching with my heartbeat. “Mm,” Becky cooed. Her hand slid over to my thigh, resting her chin on my shoulder.
“Becky… oh my god, you’re really doing this right now?” Renne asked, more with fascination than anything else.
“I’m just being a good friend. Look at the poor guy, he’s been growing and growing since I dropped my towel. I feel a little responsible, you know?”
I shifted on the bench, making myself throb under us, realizing Becky had been watching me more than I thought the entire time. “You two are killing me,” I muttered, my voice rough.
Renee let out a nervous laugh, covering her mouth, still looking at us. “Leave me out of this,” she said softly.
“You’re the one who brought me over, remember?” said Becky, her hand now rubbing my leg higher and higher.
Renee just kept staring at us, her eyes wide, holding her legs together a little tighter. Her face was red, flushed in a way I hadn’t seen since our first year doing the sauna together. It felt completely different here.
Becky’s fingers wrapped around my cock, and all three of us inhaled. She gave me one smooth, slow stroke, from base to tip, and back down again. I sighed. “Mm, yeah, that’s definitely not just from the heat,” she said. A low groan escaped me before I could hold it back. I gripped the edge of the bench tighter.
Becky started moving her hand up and down my cock, still slowly and patiently, squeezing it gently when I pulsed in her delicate grip. “You’re insane,” Renee said quietly. She was biting her lip, still smiling. “Both of you.” She squirmed a little in her seat, still pressing her knees together.
“You want a closer look, Renee?” Becky asked, her strokes starting to get more deliberate, taking my entire tip to her palm before pressing her hand back to the base of my cock. Her other arm was around my shoulders now. “Or are you just gonna keep giggling over there?”
“Jesus Becky,” I said, my voice strained, my pulse pounding as she kept stroking me.
Renee’s laugh was warmer this time. “I’ll just be here,” she said quietly.
Becky kept stroking me slowly, turning her body more towards mine. Her eyes drifted over my chest and my shoulders, slowly, lingering in places. Her free hand slid over my arm, her fingers tracing the muscle definition in my bicep. I was looking over her body too. Her small stature, her slick, soft skin, the curves of her tits and her toned waist. I throbbed in her hand again, and she kept giving me that wide grin of hers.
“Mmh…” Renee let out a small moan from behind me, and I carefully glanced over to see her squeezing her own tit, her legs squirming together.
“Mmm, someone’s enjoying the show…” Becky teased, her voice soft.
Renee paused before answering. “You’re clearly not stopping, so…”
“Well then, let’s put on a real show for her,” she said to me with a devilish smirk, swinging one leg over my lap in a smooth motion, straddling me on the lower bench. My hands instinctively found her waist, and I felt the heat between her thighs press against my cock as she settled her weight, slick and scorching.
“Becky…” I groaned, looking up at her.
“Fuck,” said Renee, quietly.
She braced one hand on my shoulder, the other sliding down my chest, lingering on my pecs before lowering it to my abs. Her hips rocked on my lap, her pussy rubbing along the underside of my shaft. “God, you feel solid,” she whispered, just loud enough to hear in the sauna’s quiet steam. “You really didn’t half-ass fixing up the sauna, did you.” She leaned in closer, her tits pressing against my chest.
“Mmh, Jesus, you’re really gonna…? Right here?” Renee said quietly from her corner. Her legs were crossed now, and she was slowly squeezing them together, her nipples hard, her fingers tugging at one of them. “This sauna is never going to feel the same,” she said with a quiet laugh.
“Blame you friend here for doing such a good job with it,” Becky said, glancing over her shoulder at her, grinning slyly. She kept grinding against me, up and down, slowly, my hands gripping her waist with more confidence. I took in a deep breath of hot sauna air, then my breath hitched. I felt her hold my shoulder and lift herself up, reaching behind her with one hand, holding my cock to line up to her pussy. Without another word she looked into my eyes, sinking down onto me, inch my inch. Her pussy was tight and scorching hot, the steam and the sweat making everything effortless.
I let out a sharp breath as she bottomed out, her walls clenching around my cock. I gripped her waist tighter, rolling my hips up to meet her. She let out a satisfied hum, settling fully onto me before she started to roll her hips. Slow movements, savoring the stretch, making sure to not overdo it with the sheer heat of the sauna. Her tits slid over my chest, her nipples dragging on my skin. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Nice and slow, nice and deep…”
“Mmh, God…” Renee moaned behind me. “You’re so fucking ridiculous, Becky… but fuck… you two look so fucking hot.” She let out a noise, a single breath of a laugh. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here watching this…”
Becky kept rolling her hips in slow, steady rhythm, her tight pussy gripping me with every downward slide. The heat made everything feel so much more vivid, every ridge of her walls along every inch of my cock. Sweat dripped from her collarbone down between her tits, and I watched a bead of it roll all the way to where they rubbed against my chest. She was bracing both hands on my shoulders now, using them to bounce herself higher on each roll, still steady and even against the heat.
I groaned, my fingers digging into her waist as I met her movements with small careful thrusts upwards. The wooden bench creaked beneath us in time with her steady bounces. My hand moved lower, reaching behind her to cup her ass, squeezing it firmly. “Ooh,” she breathed in my ear, her pussy clenching around me.
Renee’s breathing had become noticeably heavier. She was still squeezing her thighs together rhythmically, one hand playing with her nipple while the other rested high on her own thigh. Becky noticed too. She glanced over her shoulder at Renee again, that sly, playful grin never leaving her face. “You’re squirming so much over there,” she teased softly, her hips now grinding into me in slow, tight circles. “You sure you don’t want to come closer?”
Renee let out a shaky laugh. “You’re terrible. Both of you.”
“I’ve been- mmgh- just sitting here,” I said, unconvincingly.
She uncrossed her legs for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of her swollen pussy before she pressed her legs back together, biting her lip as she watched Becky’s hips swirl over me. “I shouldn’t be this fucking turned on, Jesus…”
Becky hummed in amusement and leaned back. “Mm damn, you really have been enjoying the show.” She turned back to me, giving me a quick kiss – gone before I could return it – and she sat up and off of my cock. Then she turned towards Renee, her hands on her crossed legs. “Come here, let me take care of you too.”
“Wait- what?” Renee said, but her legs were already moving apart at Becky’s guidance. She looked up at me for a quick second, eyebrows raised again, before looking back at Becky who I could only assume was still smirking back up at her. Becky turned Renee on the bench, climbing up to it on her knees, parting Renee’s legs.
“Just relax,” Becky murmured, her voice warm. “Let me taste how wet you are right now.”
Renee caught her breath, laying back on the bench, her nipples pointing straight into the air. She raised her arm to cover her eyes, giving one more exhale of a laugh, spreading her legs wider. “This is so fucking crazy…”
Becky turned to look back, her eyes finding mine, and she wiggled her ass while holding her cheek open for me. Just a moment of invitation. Then she turned back to Renee’s spread legs and her face disappeared. Renee took a sharp breath in as Becky’s tongue found her pussy, her hand flying to the back of Becky’s head.
I stood up and took a step to Becky, my hands finding her hips as she gave me another wiggle. My cock was still impossibly hard. I lined it up without much effort, sinking into her velvet pussy in one long, deep stroke. She moaned into Renee’s pussy, and Renee looked up for just a second – at Becky, at me – then she put her arm back over her eyes and whimpered as Becky kept licking her.
The sauna filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin, of wet tongue on wet pussy, of heavy breathing and moaning, and of constant hiss of steam. Becky pulled back just enough to speak, her lips glistening. “She tasted even better than I imagined…” She glanced up at Renee and then to me, a wicked little smile on her face, before diving back in, licking and sucking with more focus while I kept fucking her steadily from behind.
Renee let out another long, broken moan, her back arching off of the bench. “Oh my god… Becky… fuck…”
Her moans turned into a shaky, rising whimper as Becky’s mouth worked her, and I could hear the slick wet sounds under us. Every thrust I made deep into Becky pushed her face harder into Renee, drawing out a muffled “mmph” from Becky and another sharp “unh!” from Renee. I kept my rhythm steady, the heat of the sauna making sweat pour down my back and my chest. My hands gripped Becky’s hips tighter, pulling her back onto my cock with each stroke so I could bottom out inside her pussy.
“Fuck, right there,” Renee gasped, her arm still slung over her eyes, her hips now rolling against Becky’s mouth. Her other hand was still tangled in Becky’s hair, her fingers gripping her scalp. “Shit, Becky- Oh my god, don’t stop…!”
Becky moaned loudly into Renee’s pussy in response, and I felt her pussy clench harder on my cock, her ass throwing back against me while she kept her mouth locked on Renee. Becky’s breathing was also getting ragged as she took me deep, while Renee writhed and bucked under her.
Renee’s legs started to shake. She pulled her arm away from her eyes, looking down at Becky’s face between her thighs, then up at me, her expression dazed, her mouth wide open in gasps and moans. “I’m- fuck, I’m so close,” she panted, her voice cracking. Becky doubled down, gripping Renee’s thighs, pressing her face in deep, her own voice one constant, muffled moan. Renee fell back arching up. “I can’t- fuck…!”
A broken cry tore out of Renee as her thighs clamped around Becky’s head, her whole body shuddering. Then Becky let out a long, deep, muffled moan between Renee’s thighs, her pussy clenching down on me like a vice, milking my cock in her own orgasm. I gripped her hips hard, grunting as I felt myself go over the edge, pulsing and cumming hard inside her. Becky’s pussy squeezed me even harder as she felt my cum shoot into her, her screams echoing into Renee’s pussy and making her shake and gasp and sputter on the bench below us. I kept thrusting into Becky through those aftershocks, which rocked her body against Renee’s.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the sauna were our heavy breathing and the occasional hiss from the kiuas.
Renee finally let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, her arm flopping over her eyes again. “Holy shit… did that really just happen?”
Becky lifted her head and glanced at her, then at me, with a satisfied, breathless grin. She gave one last wiggle of her hips around my softening cock, then she stood up and stretched. “Break time,” she said, grabbing our towels and handing them to us before wrapping hers around herself, then she opened the door and stepped out to the yard.
Renee lowered her arm from her eyes and looked at me. I held out my hand and she took it, and I helped her to her feet. We stood there for a second, the heat still heavy around us. She smiled and gave me a small nod, like she was answering a question neither of us had asked out loud. We wrapped our towels and went outside.
Becky was sitting cross-legged in the grass, her face tipped up toward the last of the afternoon light, looking completely at peace with every decision she’d ever made. She heard us come out and opened her eyes.
“Tell me you’re both glad we ditched the towels.”
Renee dropped down into the grass beside her. “I’m never using one again.”
“Smart woman.” Becky handed her a water bottle from the cooler, then tossed one to me as I sat down. “I still can’t believe you went four years wearing towels,” she said, shaking her head slowly.
“Let it go,” I said.
She looked at me with that same look she’d had on the porch when I told her I’d fixed the sauna myself. “I’m never letting that one go.”
We sat there cooling down. At some point Renee’s legs found their way across my lap. Becky leaned her head against my shoulder without comment, tipping her face back up toward the light. Nobody said anything for a while, just the sound of cicadas chirping in the trees.
After a while Becky stood up and brushed the grass off her towel. “Okay. Back in.”
We followed her in.
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