Kids, please turn away. This is not kid-appropriate. I
repeat, this is not kid-appropriate.
A friend had seen me returning after a run. He asks what I
had been doing…I told him I had been running and just finished. He said I
looked like I had just come out of the office (no sweating like the pig I
should be sweating like). I told him I don’t sweat easily. He said that perhaps
I should try the sauna, and that will help me train my body to break sweat.
So I did.
I wrapped a towel around my head
(otherwise my hair would be dry), a bigger one around my body, and stepped
gingerly into the sauna. Now, to wait. I covered my face with the towel. I had
to loosen the towel around my body so I could have some cloth to reduce the
pain of breathing in hot air. I close my eyes. Mind starts wandering.
The door opens softly.
A girl walks in. The first thing I
see as I open my eyes, are b***s. I turn my eyes down so as not to be looking
at those b***s.
She wasn’t wearing any bottoms.
Not even holding a towel. Meaning,
she walked in bu** n***d.
I tried not to feel alarmed, but
suddenly the air felt painful to breathe in, mind starts swirling, and knees
start trembling.
Holy
Mother
Of
GOD.
She proceeds to climb up the sauna
seats. Yes, UP. And the sauna room isn’t that big so by her climbing up, of you
can just imagine how I prayed no unwarranted odours reached my stinging nose.
She proceeds to throw some water onto
the rocks, and lay down.
Feet facing me. If I just turned
towards her, oh…….
All I could think of, was that if
I were a dude, I would be the luckiest dude. But I’m not a dude. And this is
not at all enjoyable.
That’s when the fun started.
She started moaning. Moaning!!!!
Lying down, bu** n***d,
MOANING!!!!!!
Why…..why,…..why do these things happen to me??
Thank you, God…hope you’re enjoying your sitcom of my life.
After what felt like an eternity
of her moaning, and some of my blood starts circulating again, she sits up. I
can feel her look at me.
“No, it’s better to take off,
easier to sweat….” She says.
*I can almost tell what was going
to transpire, but I was almost powerless to prevent it.*
She bends towards me, and starts
unravelling my towel. It was already loosened, so this wasn’t that difficult;
except that I was holding up bits of dignity with my forearm.. She gently moved
my arms apart and discovers……
“Oh! You’re wearing panties! You
can take that off”
Holy Mother of….^&%*^$*$#%$@%#*(^%(*%^#@$
Does this not sound to you like
the beginning of a porn video?? Who else does this happen to? Who???
And whether you are already
thinking that this is the highlight of the story, think again!! It is not!
As she bends down to push my towel
away, her aforementioned b**b gently waves into my face.
Houston, we have a b**b in the
face!!! I repeat, we have a b**b in my face!!!!
I wanted to cry!
I tried to move away from the
b**b, but I was already against the wall. I had nowhere to run. It was either
the scalding heat of the wall, or the b**b.
In this series of unfortunate
events, my slight movement caused her to lurch forward and instead of the b**b
just waving into me “Hello”, it was now securely planted against the side of my
face.
I could see n***** from the corner
of my eye! It was brown, and pointy!!! Oh my God,
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…..
She is finally happy with what she
has done to me, and returns to her previous position, which I initially found
disturbing, but this time it became a comfort that at least it was out of my
face.
She leaves the sauna about a
minute later. Relieved, I count to ten and decide to leave as well. I decided to
go to the steam bath to “sweat” since the sauna just gave me cold feet and an
almost heart seizure.
And there she was I the steam
bath.
I swear I saw her go down the
steps to the locker area!! B*** n***d, and to the locker room! But no, it had
all been planned out for me.
No occurrences to be reported in
the steam bath. I proceed to shower, and change.
There she was, in the locker area,
with only panties on.
Now I wonder:
Since I saw her, I have not seen
whereabouts of any towels. Could it be that she forgot them? There were none
near her as she dressed….
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