Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape Read Free

to touch me.

Chapter Three
    T he dry sauna was thick with hot air, and my shoulders relaxed immediately as my skin soaked up the heat. It was dark, but small windows near the ceiling let in a bit of moonlight.
    I bit my lip, realizing everyone here also took heed of the clothing optional status of this part of the property. There were three levels of benches stacked around the sauna, with wooden walls paneling us in. Two women sat quietly near one another, their breasts hanging for me to see, and a couple of guys sat on different benches, their cocks resting between their legs.
    Thankfully, it was dark enough that I couldn’t get a clear view—not that I wanted to. Sure, they were naked, but this wasn’t some orgy retreat. People were just relaxing without their clothes on. Nothing more than that , I told myself, as I set my towel on the highest bench and exhaled.
    I closed my eyes and felt my skin begin to drip with sweat. I leaned back and let the drama of my friends and the stresses of work continue to evaporate into the air around me. The door opened and closed a handful of times, but I kept my eyes shut and just reveled in the quiet. Completely relaxed, I decided to lie down on my towel.
    I opened my eyes and realized I was alone. everyone else must have cleared out while I rested. Feeling a bit more free, I glanced nervously around the empty room. Sweat dripped between my breasts and across my thighs.
    Remembering how I’d felt when I walked past the guys in the serenity garden, and my desire to have a taste of liberation, I turned my back to the door and untied the strings of my top. Smiling, I let my large, round breasts drop against my sweaty skin.
    My nipples were still hard. I didn’t trust myself to take off my bottoms; with no one there I had an idea where my fingers might travel. Sure, I wanted to feel liberated for a moment, but I didn’t want to explore some sort of PDA with myself.
    I lay down on my towel, my hands resting against my flat stomach. I was overly aware of the rise and fall of my chest as sweat continued to pool between my breasts. Licking my lips, I thought of the guy in the serenity garden—stoned or not, he was hot.
    Lost in thought, I startled as the door to the sauna opened once again. As if reading my mind, the garden guy sauntered in, with a towel covering his dick but nothing else.
    “Looks like you found your way after all,” he said, smiling at me. In the dark I could make out a faint dimple in his cheek, and silently willed him to turn around so I could see if he had a matching one on his butt cheek.
    Answering my silent desire, he turned to grab another towel from the stack in the corner. As he did, he revealed that his perfectly shaped ass had a dimple on the lower left side.
    “What are you smiling about?” he asked, before sitting down with his back to me.
    “Oh, nothing,” I answered, swallowing my desire. “Just relaxing.”
    “So you decided to take off your top, but keep the bottoms?” he asked.
    “What? How do you know what I have on or off?” I asked.
    “There’s a bikini top on the bench next to you.”
    My eyes flitted over and I saw my crumbled top. “Yeah, it got really hot in here.”
    “It can get hotter.” He paused, and for a second I wondered if he knew what I wanted to do with him, what my heat still craved. “Mind if I add some steam?”
    “Not at all,” I answered, realizing with a hint of disappointment that he wasn’t coming on to me. He’d probably been looking at Willow.
    But honestly, I didn’t care what he did in here, as long as I could watch him do it.
    He stood and climbed up the bench to the corner, where a basin of water sat next to the steaming coals. I willed myself to look away, and not indulge in looking at his cock. We were at a sauna, not some sex club. And what was I thinking anyway? Just because I thought he was hot didn’t mean he wanted to make my pussy come.
    “You nervous or something?” he asked as my fingers