It was warm in the sauna that day. Infrared saunas are not supposed to be hot, but that evening it felt that Mia’s feet were almost cold. She had been given specific instructions not to lay down, but the bench, with the grey cushion was just too much of a temptation. As no-one else booked a session, she had the whole room to herself, so she swung her legs up on her towel then laid down. Two women chatted quietly by the changing rooms. ‘I can’t believe she did that to him. He is such a nice guy,’ said the tall blonde. ‘I know, right? A lover alongside a fiancé, then still pressing ahead with the wedding, despite knowing that she’s pregnant from the other guy’ came the response from the other woman. ‘They say she has had a miscarriage, but I am not convinced it was not deliberate’ gasped the blonde as they walked away.
Mia raised her eyebrows, briefly wondered who that poor fella might be. The cabin wasn’t big, the bench was barely longer than she was, she almost reached wall to wall. She looked at her reflection on the glass doors. Thanks to the regular workouts, she was toned, but still retained her curves. Mia was a petite woman. Often, she felt that the world is a very tough place for someone below 5ft 4, and she lived her life with her own special rules. Never dated very tall guys, for example. She did not want a daily reminder that she was too short. Never even considered anyone over 5ft9. Whenever her friends asked why, she always asked back if any of them would give up 69. But for a while now, she hasn’t had any pleasure to indulge in 69. Thinking of her failing marriage made her uncomfortable and to avoid her spirits sinking further she turned onto her back.
The owner of the gym, Jake had the sauna installed just a few weeks ago. Mia smiled as she remembered how excitedly he told her about the new equipment: ‘it will have a touch screen!’, ‘there will be near, mid and far infrared lights!’, ‘you can play your own music through the built-in sound system!’ Although Mia had no clue about the difference between near and far infrared and quite frankly, she didn’t really care, the colour changing LED lights made her stress melt every time. Today was no different and she let her chosen tracks to carry her mind… back to Jake, who was on the phone. ‘No, I haven’t left yet… I have clients still… She actually moved out a while ago… ‘ As the questions kept coming, his voice grew more and more exasperated. Mia wondered if the caller could hear it too. ‘I know… will you please stop badgering me…’ The argument went on and on, and eventually it dawned on Mia that the mystery guy the two women were gossiping about was Jake.
Mia fancied Jake. Badly. Probably since a few weeks after joining the club. Sometimes it appeared that Jake fancies her, too. However, nothing ever happened. Besides. Jake was over the height limit at 6ft3. Also 14 years younger. Married. Everything she would never even contemplate. Yet… there was something between them. She sighed loudly and crossed her ankles, letting her knees to drop to the sides. Absent mindedly she traced her middle fingers over her chest, cleavage, and belly button, spreading the tiny beads of sweat on her smooth skin. She tried to steer her thoughts back to the music, but the image of Jake kept pushing in.
A former rugby player still a keen sportsman, his sheer presence was like a magnet to her. Jake would always listen intently. Weeks, months later he would still remember the little details she shared with him. His chest and shoulders were broad, all his T-shirts were tight at the right places. He never flaunted his figure, but he could not hide it, either. He had this mischievous, boyish face that could turn very serious when it came to discussing health. It was even better when he offered to help with the stretching. Memories popped up, like when he would curtly say ‘on the floor’ and Mia duly had to remind herself that he did not mean kneeling in front of him and that she should keep her clothes on. She smiled and allowed her finger to circle around her nipples.
She felt the familiar prickling sensation in her groin as she remembered how firmly he stretched her IT band, how she didn’t even know what she was in for as she lay on the mat, when he suggested assisted stretching. A few months ago, once being told to lay down, Jake secured one of her legs between his knees, then lifted the other across, pressing his elbow into the buttock and holding the knee down with the hand of the same arm. Her principles melt forever at that very moment. Mia was laying there in pain that kind of felt good and every time he helped with stretching, she wished that he would rip her leggings off, pull the thong aside and fuck her in that very pose. Sometimes she wondered how far those leggings would have to come down so that he could get access to her pussy. Imagined him entering her, squeezing her thigh to keep her in place.
During the stretching whenever she whimpered, Jake would speak to her in a tone of voice that made her even wetter. Arms spread to the side, him pinning her down, his dick inches from her… It was mind-blowing to experience, and it was mind-blowing to think about it.
Dragging herself back into the moment, she opened her eyes slightly to check there was no-one around, but there was no sign of Jake. It sounded like the call was never going to end, his shadow paced up and down well behind the room divider. He was unlikely to walk in on her but, Mia wondered out loud, ‘would that really be such a big problem?’
By now her skin was moist from sweat and she arched on the back rest. Ran her hands across her body, gathered her breasts in her arm and played with her clit, through the thin fabric. Before long she returned to the bikini top and pulled it down to release her 32F breasts. Gently pinched each nipple, until they were erect. She knew she could get caught and that her hands were way too small to cover her breasts if anyone was to notice her; but she was not worried about that anymore. Mia kept a straight eye on the shadow behind the divider and started stroking herself between her legs again. Her breathing grew deeper, the infrared panel at her side now felt hot, the door reflected her body bathed in a superficial glow. She quietly groaned as the orgasm gave her spasms, her legs and body repeatedly shook from pleasure. Jake was still on the phone, but his shadow did not move, so she laid there, satisfied, with one hand caressing a breast, the other in the bikini. ‘Good timing’ she laughed when the timer beeped.
Reluctantly she sat up, grabbed her towel and without putting the bikini back in place, she casually walked out of the sauna to use the shower right next to the sauna. Mia chose a different album and turned the volume up so that she could hear the music in the cubicle. Jake had an argument with someone, and she didn’t want to be accused of eavesdropping, in case there was another call. Stepped under the cold water which made her more alert again, then adjusted the water temperature to a more comfortable level. Her mind started wandering again. The phone call was pretty bad. Wife of what, six months? Wife… fiancé… girlfriend, whomever — he did not mention anyone once in fifteen months.
Mia understood if someone wanted to remain private, but she sensed there was more to the story however, she also sensed that she would never know the details. Fragments of information bolted through her mind. ‘It is one thing to be married, another to be committed, and another one to be married and exclusive’ Jake pointed out before, which sounded fine to Mia — at least, in this case and from her perspective. Strangely, she did not mind he had a wife. She did not want to marry him. She did not want to have his babies. She cringed at the thought of meeting his family. She would be older than probably his eldest sibling. She just wanted to be close to him and his dick inside her. She wanted to feel his large hands around her breasts. She wanted to know how the touch of his short beard would feel against her mouth, fingertips, breasts, thighs, how his lips would close on her nipples. How he would look up at her from between her knees before bending down to connect his tongue around her pearl… One of her favourite songs came on and she started singing along loudly, denying another wave of desire. Aware of the time, she quickly finished showering. Still hummed the tune on the way back to her bag. Only stopped abruptly when she realised Jake was sitting in the sauna, smiling at her.
‘I’ve never had anyone listen to The Killers in a Sauna’ he said. ‘Well, I am not anyone’ she replied, openly ogling his toned body, her crotch swelling up. That towel on his lap was bloody small. ‘What are you doing in there anyway?’ this made him smile even more. ‘Let’s just say, your singing made me want to stay late’ Mia stared at him. Little Miss Chatty, who always has something to say, was speechless. Is he pulling her leg again? She was singing ‘Shot at the Night’ in the shower. Not knowing how to ask if he was just taking the mickey or really knew the song. ‘Sorry, I’ll turn it town’ and she bent down to reach for her phone. ‘Don’t — it’s fine. I like their music,’ said Jake. ‘Why don’t you join me?’ he asked, still sitting in the same spot. Mia stood there with phone in hand and water dripping onto her shoulders from her hair. ‘I… I can’t’
‘Why?’ asked Jake. ‘Why?’ repeated Mia. Then took a deep breath. She had enough of all this tiresome game. ‘Why?? Because I am done second guessing and trying to read between the lines. I am tired of all this breadcrumbing. If you would really want me to be in there with you, you would open the door, grab my hand and pull me in there with you.’ Shocked at her own outburst, she fumbled with her phone again then remembered she should be getting dressed so she reached for her bag behind her. ‘Besides, it was 65 Celsius in there, which was okay for half an hour, but it would be too much for another session’ She almost didn’t hear the soft click of the sauna’s door. The moment she felt his finger tracing a line on her neck, from the hairline to the towel, she froze. He hooked his finger into the towel and gently pulled on it, which made her turn to face him and look him in the eyes. Jake kept Mia’s gaze as he reached for her hand. Through the double doors, heat rushed out of the sauna. She gently lowered the bag on the floor, and he pulled her back into the warm.