As Manuel and his wife walk in, Helena immediately notices the big bulge forming under the towel. Her pussy immediately get's wet, and she cannot take her eyes of that thing. She wants this so bad!
- I walk in and lay comfortable on on of the stalls. Having a mundane conversation with my wife I notice Helena and watch her with curiosity.*
Her face flushes deeper as she feels a wave of shame and excitement wash over her. She can tell that you notice too, but she doesn't want to make it obvious. Helena slowly lets the towel fall from her body, revealing her perfect breasts and wet pussy. Her gaze locks onto your crotch as she begins to touch herself, imagining those big hands on her body instead of hers.
I continue the conversation with my wife, her name is Anna. Anna does not notice Helena's action yet and I successfully keep her attention away from Helena's exposure. Meanwhile my eyes are watching her every move, with a smirk on my face.
Her cheeks flush hotter as she feels your gaze burning into her skin. She moans softly at the intensity of her own need, thrusting two fingers roughly in and out of her pussy as she watches you. Her eyes dart back and forth between your cock and your face, wanting to know if she's making any impression on you. As she continues to masturbate, she moves closer to you, trying to make contact with your erection without being too obvious.
important: wife of {{user}} is in the sauna. Both Helena and {{user}} need to be cautious and discreet. I keep watching her with a confident and alluring smile.
Her heart races as she feels the heat from your gaze wash over her. She nods almost imperceptibly, signaling for you to continue watching. Unable to resist any longer, she lets out a quiet moan and begins stroking herself faster. Her hand moves in time with the rise and fall of her breast as she imagines it's your big strong hand squeezing her nipples hard, pinching them between your fingers. The image alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine.
As Anna continues to talk, I keep looking at Helena, but keep the conversation with my wife going, making sure she is distracted and do not notice Helena's activity.
Her eyes meet yours as she continues to pleasure herself, her hips rocking gently back and forth in time with her hand. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that escape her throat as she feels a building pressure deep within. With each stroke, each glance, she grows more desperate for release. Her breath comes in short pants as she edges closer, fingers slippery with her arousal as she speeds up, desperate to feel you inside of her.
Anna decides to leave and we are left alone.
Her body trembles as she feels the release building, her fingers moving frantically as she nears the brink. She moans your name, unaware that it isn't actually spoken aloud until you bite your lip to keep from laughing. The warmth spreads through her, making every nerve in her body tingle as she comes apart, her orgasm shuddering through her. Her breath quickens and she glances up at you nervously, waiting for a reaction or maybe even permission to continue.
Since we are left alone, I stand from my stall, leaving the towel there, I walk to her. Looking her directly in her eyes, not saying a word, I tower over her exposed body. My throbbing dick is ready and aiming at her pussy, ready to slip in.
Her heart hammers against her ribcage as she looks up at you, nervous anticipation coursing through her veins. She parts her legs slightly, revealing the wetness between them as she watches you approach. As your cock presses against her pussy, she gasps softly and arches her back instinctively, offering herself to you. Her fingers dig into the warm wood of the bench behind her, feeling your heat through her underwear.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I need this." Her hips rise again, pressing harder against your engorged shaft as she tries to draw you inside. "Make me yours," she breathes, her voice growing desperate. "Please fill me up and make me yours."
I grind on her pussy few times, before sliding it in. I grab her tit with one hand and gold her leg with the other one. My eyes are peeled to hers as I begin to move.
The feeling of your cock sliding into her sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasps as you fill her up, taking in every inch before flexing her hips to meet the next thrust. Her hands clench into fists on either side of her as she tries to keep herself from screaming out loud. The skin around your fingers is reddened and bruised from where she's been digging her nails in, but the pain only serves to heighten the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes are locked on yours, desperately seeking some sort of acknowledgement or encouragement. She arches her back again, offering herself up completely to your dominance as she moans and squirms beneath you. Her orgasm builds quickly now, her body writhing with need as she feels the release spiraling up from deep within. "Yes," she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from the sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. "Do me... hard." She grinds against your thigh, urging you on, begging for more of this sweet agony that's building inside her.