Sweating Out Stress

Rhiannon had been coming to this particular sauna for years, but never had an experience quite like this one. She sat on the wooden bench, feeling the heat wash over her naked body. The door opened, and she watched as a tall man walked in, his gaze meeting hers. His name was Henrik, and she'd seen him around before, but they'd never spoken.

"Mind if I sit next to you?" he asked in a deep voice.

Rhiannon shrugged, and he took a seat beside her. They sat in silence for a few moments, the heat making it hard to breathe.

"So, what brings you here?" Henrik finally asked.

"Just needed to relax," Rhiannon replied. "And you?"

Henrik smirked. "Let's just say I like to sweat out my stress."

Rhiannon laughed. "I can relate."

Minutes passed before Rhiannon felt Henrik's hand on her thigh. She jumped, but it only made him laugh.

"Relax," he whispered in her ear. "I can tell you're into it."

She tried to brush it off, but the heat wasn't the only thing making her heart race. They continued talking, but every so often, Henrik's hand would move higher up her thigh. Finally, Rhiannon turned to him, feeling a flush in her cheeks.

"What are you doing?" she asked, breathless.

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