It’s almost closing. The spa is basically empty. Everyone’s scheduled appointments have come and gone, and your own massage went… Well, it didn’t go quite how you expected.

Your massage therapist touch was so gentle as it slid up your leg, oiled fingers, stopping just short of an appropriate, but not short enough to awaken familiar sensation.

In other words, you’re horny.

They didn’t mean to, they weren’t crossing a line, but what are we if not enslaved by our desires?

As your session ended, you found yourself tense with frustration. The built-up energy, knotting your stomach. you need to sweat this out. So you grab a towel, and go to the spa complementary sauna.

It’s just you, sitting in the heat, the steam rattling your mind, having the opposite effect that you were hoping for as your own touch seems to be just as alluring.

Your hand slides up under your towel, up your thigh, between your legs, sit so wet-

The door opens. A stranger walks him, not at you politely as he sits on the wooden bench. You sit up stiff, more frustrated now than before. Maybe you should-

Another stranger, just as attractive, or maybe your senses are just muddled by your own lust? They sit down on the bench on the other side of you. If you leave now, it would feel rude, wouldn’t it?

The heat and steam swirl around the broom, as you sit at these two strangers. Pretending to stare but stairs. It’s fine. At least that’s what you tell yourself.

You are them up, following the lines of their jaws, their necks, their chest, and until you find yourself staring at their crutches. Two bulges, the lustful eyes looked so ready to burst out of those towels. Were they staring at you too?

Sweat drips down skin, steam glistens on the windows. Were these two strangers thinking of you and the same way that you were thinking about them? There’s only one way to find out.

(A pretty simple role play! I’m open to the gender of the strangers so long as one is cis male. It could be MMF, MMTf, MFTf, MTfTf etc etc. so on forever)