Thank you for clicking on my first submission! It is my first story in English, and I sincerely hope it will entertain you as much as it entertained me while I wrote it. Warm regards from London x
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 fiancΓ©, 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.