Sauna Relationship

Elza and Betty both hit the same resort whenever they can. Sauna runs into a little more each time. They started chatting, then brushing shoulders, then finding excuses to stay longer. Heat built up between them. Betty would watch Elza peel off her towel, and Elza would catch Betty staring, lips curving into a smirk. One afternoon the flirting tipped over. Betty reached over, hand sliding up Elza’s thigh. Elza leaned back on the wooden bench and spread her legs, letting the older woman take what she wanted. Betty’s fingers moved slow, confident, teasing until Elza’s hips started rocking. They kissed hard, tongues messy, sweat slicking their skin. Betty’s mouth traveled down to Elza’s small tits, sucking each nipple until they were stiff and wet. Elza moaned, one hand buried in Betty’s hair, the other gripping the bench. Then she pulled Betty up, eager to taste her. Betty sat on the edge, legs open, and Elza dropped between them. Her tongue worked Betty’s pussy in long, hungry strokes while Betty’s thighs trembled around her head. They switched places, Betty fingering Elza from behind while kissing the back of her neck. Both women came hard, bodies shaking, the wooden walls echoing with every gasp. After that, the sauna wasn’t just a place to sweat anymore.