Steam, Heat, and an Unlocked Door

We were sitting in the changing room, and I could feel Lena devouring me with her eyes. She was nervously twisting her champagne glass, and her knee—accidentally?—was pressed against mine. Sveta, our friend the bride-to-be, was laughing at some stupid toast, but all I could see was Lena licking her lips and that little pulse beating in her throat.

"So, girls, ready for the steam room?" Sveta winked and pulled off her robe. I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry with anticipation. We stepped into the blistering heat, and the door—I made sure not to lock it—was left just barely closed. The air was thick, smelling of birch and wet wood. Lena sat down next to me, her thigh pressing against mine. She smelled like honey and hot skin.

"It's so hot," she breathed, and her hand slid across my back, stopping at my waist. I froze. Sveta was on the top bench, fidgeting with a birch whisk. Lena leaned in close to my ear, her lips almost touching my earlobe.

"What if someone walks in?" she whispered, and her breath sent shivers down my neck.

"They won't," I answered, my voice hoarse. "Sveta booked the whole sauna for the night."

We both looked at Sveta, who seemed to have dozed off, overcome by the heat. Lena's hand slid lower, onto my bare ass cheek, and I flinched, biting my lip to keep from moaning. She squeezed me gently, and I spread my legs, inviting her hand.

"You're crazy," I whispered, but my own hand reached for her breast. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. She arched into my touch, and I felt her fingers slide lower, to my clit, already slick from the heat and arousal.

"Oh, Lena..." I gasped, throwing my head back. She started circling my pussy with her fingers, slow and teasing, while I bit my knuckles to keep from screaming. The heat was unbearable—outside and inside.

Suddenly, Lena dropped to her knees in front of me, spread my legs, and pressed her mouth to my clit. I moaned through clenched teeth, tangling my fingers in her wet hair. Her tongue was hot, skillful. She licked and sucked me, and I could feel sweat and my own juices running down my thighs.

"Sveta..." I gasped, glancing at our friend. "She'll..."

"She's asleep," Lena murmured without stopping. "Let her sleep."

I came almost immediately—a wave that made my knees buckle and my vision go dark. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle the cry. Lena stood up, licking her lips, and I didn't give her a second to recover. I pushed her onto the bench. She fell onto her back, legs falling open.

"My turn now," I whispered, settling between her thighs. Her pussy was wet, hot. I ran my fingers through it, and Lena arched her back, moaning.

"Come on, don't tease me," she groaned, gripping my shoulders.

I lowered my head and ran my tongue over her clit. She tasted salty, smelled of soap and arousal. I licked her slowly, drawing out the pleasure, listening to her whimper and writhe beneath me. It wasn't enough for her—she grabbed my hair and pulled me up, crushing her mouth against mine in a kiss, and I tasted myself on her lips.

"Turn around," she whispered.

I stood up, trembling, and braced my hands against the wall. Lena pressed against me from behind, her hands running over my hips, spreading them, and I felt her fingers slide into my cunt from behind. I bit my lip, pressing my forehead against the hot wood. She fucked me with her fingers, hard and fast, while her other hand squeezed my breast, playing with my stiff nipple.

"I want to be inside you," she breathed into my neck.

I heard the jingle of her chain, and then she was strapping on a harness with a dildo. The plastic was cool, and I flinched when she pressed it against my slit.

"Maybe we shouldn't..." I gasped, but my treacherous body pushed back against her.

"We should," Lena chuckled, and slowly, inch by inch, she pushed into me.

I moaned, digging my fingers into the wooden wall. She moved slowly at first, stretching me, then picked up speed, and I couldn't hold back my cries anymore. The heat was suffocating, sweat streaming down my back, as she kept pounding into me, whispering about how wet and tight I was.

"Come for me," she commanded, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I exploded, clenching around her. My knees gave out, and I almost fell, but she caught me, pulling me against her.

I turned to face her, still panting. She took off the harness, and I pulled her down onto the bench with me. She straddled me, and I pushed the dildo back into her, this time with my hand, watching her ride me, head thrown back, biting her lips.

"Quiet," I whispered, but she only moaned louder.

I felt her clench around my fingers, her inner walls pulsing, and at that moment the door to the steam room creaked open. We both froze. In the doorway stood a sleepy Sveta, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Well, damn," she breathed, and instead of leaving, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "And here I thought I was the only one losing my mind in this heat."

Lena laughed, sliding off me, and I felt my heart hammering in my chest. Sveta dropped her towel, baring her breasts, and smiled.

"Alright, girls. My turn."

Lena and I exchanged a glance, and I knew the night was just beginning. The steam was thick, our skin was burning, and I couldn't tell what was turning me on more—the heat of the sauna or the hungry look in these two women's eyes.