My mouth was dry and my attention fixated on the scene in front of me, my finger still idly stroking my clit. I felt a hot hand on my thigh and started. The blonde woman had walked over to kneel in front of me.
She looked up at me. “Arrête-moi si tu veux, mais je pense que tu vas aimer ça…” Did I want to stop her? I didn’t think so. I’d had a woman go down on me before – the first time pretty recently – and it had been amazing. I found myself craving that gentle softness that so differentiated the touch of a woman from a man.
She began a soft progression of licks and nips up my inner thigh. The gentle bites were like nothing I had felt before – so carnal. I widened my legs and slid my butt to the edge of the bench, much as the brunette had done for Tracy. I was still watching them – Tracy was holding her tight and I could tell she was close to an orgasm. I wondered how long it would take me – between the teasing this afternoon and watching the action in the sauna.
I saw Tracy stand and join the brunette on the bench, positioning her bare pussy over the other woman’s neatly trimmed bush, her legs on either side of the woman’s hips. She began a rhythmic rubbing of their cunts against each other, bracing herself on the bench, her eyes closed in concentration. The brunette reached up and pinched Tracy’s nipples hard and she cried out. I wished the lighting wasn’t quite so dim and that I was sitting closer. I wanted to see if their clits were touching… and I imagined it was mine. I unconsciously spread my legs farther apart, tilting my pelvis up.
Tracy adjusted her position so that her legs were scissored with the brunette’s. I imagined their clits gliding together, slippery with arousal. They must be getting harder, much as mine was. I was aching for release, watching the two women and listening to the moans of the brunette as she grasped at Tracy’s arms. The blonde’s tongue finally reached my vulva, licking at the wetness that had gathered with my arousal. She thrust her tongue into me once, deep, before retreating to lick at my clit with soft, quick flicks. She didn’t waste any time before inserting first one, then two, and a third finger into me, knitted them together into a knobby form.
My gaze was locked onto the scene in front of me, sweat trickling down my chest, the steam of the room slightly obscuring my view. Tracy threw her head back, crying out – echoed almost immediately by the brunette. It was too much. The full sensation inside me, combined with the relentless licking on my clitoris and the visual stimulation on the other bench brought me quickly into a powerful orgasm. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. The blonde slowed her movements, allowing me to relax. She stood and kissed me briefly on the lips, caressing my cheek with her fingertips.
“Merci, ma belle,” she said and left the sauna before I had a chance to respond. Tracy kissed the brunette and murmured something to her in French before walking over to me. The brunette had lain out on the bench, her eyes closed.