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I had traveled to another city for business and, after a long day, decided to unwind in the hotel’s sauna. It was quiet, dimly lit, and the warmth immediately relaxed my body. I wasn’t alone — a stunning woman in her mid-30s was already there, wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me as I entered, her eyes lingering just a little too long on my body, and I felt a rush of intrigue.
We exchanged casual pleasantries, but the air between us felt charged. After a while, she loosened her towel, letting it fall open slightly, exposing her smooth, toned body. Then, without hesitation, she slipped it off completely, sitting there confidently as she began to apply oil to her skin.
Her movements were slow, deliberate, seductive. She poured the oil onto her hands, rubbing it over her arms, down her stomach, and then over her full, perky breasts. I couldn’t look away as her hands moved in circles, her fingers grazing her hardening nipples.
She caught me staring and smiled. “Would you like some?” she asked, holding out the bottle.
I hesitated for a moment but then nodded, taking the bottle from her. I slipped off my bra, my skin already glistening from the heat of the sauna, and began to rub the oil over my chest. She watched me intently, her eyes darkening as I massaged my own breasts, my nipples hardening under my touch.
“Can you help me with mine?” she asked softly, her voice laced with suggestion.
