So I’ve recently been going to the gym as part of my weekly routine, and as quite a lazy woman, I can assure you it fucking sucks. However, I have to say that I’m enjoying the way my body looks (curves, thighs, tits etc) so I just gotta power through.

Anyway, about a week ago I’d just finished a workout and figured I’d treat myself to the sauna, thinking it would be the perfect way to relax alone. When I stepped inside, the room was empty and silent, with just a soft hiss of steam filling the air. I grabbed a top bench in the corner, where I could sink back, drape my towel loosely around me, and enjoy the quiet.

As the minutes passed, the warmth seeped into my muscles, the air thickening as steam built up around me. I leaned back, loosening my towel just a bit more. The heat against my skin was intoxicating, and honestly, it felt a little naughty to be lying there with only the faintest grip on my towel. After a few glances toward the door to make sure I was still alone, I let it slip open, the top part falling down so the soft heat could reach my bare chest.

I have to admit, it felt incredibly good. My skin was slick, beads of sweat running down my collarbone and gathering between my breasts. The low lights above and the way the steam softened everything…it all made me feel uninhibited. With every slow breath, I let my hands drift, my fingers trailing along my waist and brushing my thighs as I stretched out in complete solitude. For a moment, my mind wandered as I enjoyed the feeling of my own skin, wondering what it would be like if someone saw me just like this, all bare and exposed.

But it was just a passing thought—I was alone after all.

Or so I thought.

A few more minutes passed, the steam now thick enough that everything beyond a few feet was shrouded in mist. Lost in my own little world, I didn’t hear anyone enter, and the air was so silent I assumed I’d have the room all to myself until I was ready to leave. I shifted slightly, stretching my arms above my head, letting my breasts rise up with the movement, nipples taut from the contrast of hot air and cool sweat. It was a mix of arousal and relaxation, and I could feel my pulse beat low and heavy as I settled back.

Then, as I let out a slow, contented breath, I noticed the faintest outline of movement through the steam.

I froze.

At first, I thought maybe it was just my imagination, or a stray reflection off the mirrored wall, but no…there, through the dense fog, I could just barely make out the broad, shadowy shape of someone sitting on the lower bench across from me. My heart stopped, the thrill of it sinking in deep as I realized—I wasn’t alone after all.

I quickly reached for my towel, pulling it up enough to cover myself, but something in the back of my mind told me it was already too late. He’d been watching for at least a minute, maybe more, and I had no idea how much he’d seen. My heart raced as I stared, pretending to adjust my towel casually, hoping he’d just ignore me or avert his gaze. But as my eyes adjusted, I could tell he wasn’t looking away.

He was watching me, intently, his gaze dark and piercing, even through the haze.

I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and thrill bubbling up inside. Part of me wanted to cover up completely and leave right away, but another part of me couldn’t help but be drawn to the way he looked at me—like he’d already seen everything. The idea made my skin feel hotter than the steam ever could.

I tried to calm my breathing, to act like this was no big deal, but my body betrayed me, my nipples still hard beneath the thin towel, my thighs pressing together with the rush of unexpected excitement. Every instinct I had told me I should feel embarrassed, but instead, I felt…exposed in a way that I didn’t want to escape.

It was as if time stretched out in that moment. I could feel his gaze traveling over me, taking in the curve of my bare shoulders, the slick, wet line down my collarbone, and the shape of my chest where the towel barely covered me. And he made no move to look away or even apologize for the way he’d been caught staring.

I found myself loosening my grip on the towel again. Just slightly. Just enough.

I didn’t break eye contact, and he didn’t, either. My fingers drifted, almost unconsciously, adjusting the towel lower so that the top curve of my breasts was visible, slick and gleaming with sweat. His eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth lifting in a slight, approving smile. My pulse pounded, and I could feel my skin tingling under his gaze, as though he could touch me without ever moving.

The tension between us was building with every passing second, the quiet of the sauna amplifying every breath, every subtle shift in position. I didn’t know what I was doing anymore, only that I didn’t want it to stop. My towel slipped a little more, revealing the smooth line of my stomach, and I felt a rush of heat as his eyes flicked downward, taking in every inch of me.

Then, without a word, he stood up, his silhouette even more imposing up close as he turned to face me fully.

He moved toward me through the steam...

Okay guys I’m gonna stop there because this ones a bit of a long one and we’re already at 1000 words. Let me know if you want to know more and I’ll start typing up the rest of what happened...