Part 3 Gym Time

Colette could see it was still raining outside her window. She was glad to be warm and dry, but she was still at the office, working. She also couldn’t wait for the day to be over so she could get to the gym. Working out after work had become a regular activity for her, and it worked out well because Steve rarely got home until after 7:00.

The rain had stopped outside. Colette looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time to leave for the day. She packed up her laptop, grabbed her water bottle, and headed out. All she could think about was the workout that was calling her name. And thanks to light traffic, she made it in record time.

When she got to the gym, she parked her car, grabbed her bag, and walked quickly through the front door. Entering the lobby, she went straight to the locker room. Liking the anonymity it provided, she walked through the room to the farthest available locker. She dropped her bag and immediately started changing.

As she took her shirt off, exposing a black laced bra, a woman walked up next to her, putting a water bottle into the locker next to Colette’s and placed her gym bag on the bench next to hers. “I love that bra,” she said. “So y,” she continued.

“Oh, thank you,” Colette said. She loved compliments. Steve gave them all the time, and she loved him for it. “My husband, Steve, gave it to me for Valentine’s Day.”

“Well, he has very good taste. By the way, my name is Vicky,” she said.

“Nice to meet you, Vicky. I’m Colette,” she said, taking off her pants and revealing a pair of black bikini panties.

“You have a great figure, Colette,” Vicky said as she started getting undressed as well.

“Oh, thank you,” Colette said, looking back at Vicky and seeing that she had her sweats down at her feet, exposing cute, cherryred panties. She was also pulling her sweater up over her head, exposing a jet black sports bra. “Oh my gosh, I’m so jealous of that tummy of yours!” Colette said.

“Thank you!” replied Vicky. “Funny thing happens when you focus on diet and exercise your figure improves!” she continued. “So, what are you working on today?”

“I’m doing legs.” Colette said.

“Me too!” Vicky said. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” Colette said.

“Great!” replied Vicky.

The pair continued changing their clothes. As Vicky was grabbing her gym shorts, she glanced at Colette who was unhooking her bra. As she watched you slide it off her shoulders, Vicky couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her breasts were. “My god, what I would do to have them in my mouth,” she thought.

Suddenly, she got a mischievous idea. She took out her wallet from her gym bag, pretended to look for something, and purposely let several coins fall out.

“Oh, crap!” she said out loud. She knew exactly how this would play out.

As expected, Colette said, “Oh! Let me help you.”

Vicky turned around and proceeded to squat down politely, legs close together, preparing to pick up the coins that were behind her. Looking over her shoulder to see when Colette bent down toward her to pick up the coins between them, Vicky straightened her legs and placed her feet further apart, making a y stripperpose with her ass about a foot from Colette’s head.

Asking as nonchalantly as she could, “So, how long have you been married?” Vicky had noticed the ring on Colette’s finger earlier.

“Sssixteen… yeeears,” Colette replied as she looked up to answer, stammering as she was now staring directly at Vicky’s ass. She also noticed a small wet spot on the crotch of her panties where Vicky’s pussy lay beneath.

“Twenty for me,” replied Vicky, standing up innocently and turning back towards Colette, coins jiggling in her hand. “My husband has been away on business. I miss him so much,” purposely selling the innocent conversation and ignoring what she just did to Colette.

“Sssorry to hear that,” Colette replied awkwardly. She still had the vision of Vicky’s wet panties in her mind. “Nope, don’t go there, Colette. You can do this,” she thought to herself. Quickly wiping the image from her mind, the two women continued with their small talk as they finished getting changed and left the locker room.

“What do you like to do first?” Vicky asked.

“I always start with stretching and then a short run,” Colette replied.

“Sounds perfect. Let’s do it!” Vicky said. 

They both walked over to an empty space next to the mirror wall and held onto the bar that was attached. Colette grabbed her ankle and pulled it up behind her, pressing the back of her leg against her butt. She loved this stretch because her legs are bent most of the day sitting at her desk.

Vicky did the same, as she continued scheming her next move with Colette. “She is so hot, standing there stretching,” she thought to herself. “I have GOT to have her.”

As their stretching routine continued, they moved to the ground. They did torso twists, leg lifts, butterflies, and more. Eventually, as Colette appeared to be finishing her routine, Vicky had another idea. “Ready for the treadmill?” she asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” Colette answered.

“I actually have one more stretch, which I absolutely love. Got one more in you before we run?” Vicky said.

“Sure!” said Colette. With that, Vicky instructed her to sit down in front of her.

“OK, sit straight up with your legs spread out and place your feet against mine.” As Vicky moved her legs wide apart and scooted forward, Colette did as she instructed.

As she glanced down, Colette noticed Vicky’s shorts opening up, catching a glimpse of her exposed red panties underneath. Vicky, of course, was well aware of this.

“OK, now hold my hands and lean back, pulling me with you,” Vicky continued to instruct innocently. Colette wanted to stop and move on to the treadmill, but she didn’t want to be rude. So she cooperated, also realizing that by doing so she was also pulling Vicky’s face forward and down between her legs.

“I love this stretch so much because you really feel it on the outside of your glutes just below your HIPS,” Vicky continued, purposely huffing the last word, expelling a warm breath toward Colette’s crotch.

Colette shorts had also opened slightly and she felt Vicky’s warm breath blow down between her legs. Her pussy quivered slightly and her face flushed.

“OK, now you.” Vicky said, pulling Colette toward her as she tilted her head back, knowing full well that she was now pulling Colette’s face forward and down between her legs.

Colette told herself not to look, but she couldn’t help it. As Vicky continued to pull her closer, she had a full view of her exposed red panties. She couldn’t help but stare as she also noticed one of her pussy lips pushing out the side of her panties, looking smooth and bulging.

Colette didn’t notice Vicky lift her head slightly to look down at her. “Yup, it’s working,” she thought to herself. “OK,” she said, startling Colette. “And now back toward you one more time, and then toward me one more time,” Vicky said, giggling inside.

“Shit,” thought Colette. “I hope she didn’t catch me ogling her crotch.”

Colette proceeded to pull Vicky back toward her now. She closed her eyes and started repeating in her head, “stop these thoughts, stop these thoughts, stop these thoughts.” She took a deep breath, relaxed into the stretch, and put her mind at ease.

Vicky looked up, loving the sight of the black panties through the openings in Colette’s shorts. She could also see that Colette’s breathing was returning to normal and that her face wasn’t as flush anymore. “Oh, no you don’t,” Vicky thought, and she decided to make her next move.

“I just love how this stretch feels right here on me,” Vicky said as she let go of her right hand, reached down, and gently placed it on Colette’s left hip. “You should feel it here,” as her hand touched her hip, “and it should also pull down through heeeere,” she said, purposely extending her last word, matching it with the movement of her hand as she moved it down and across the back of Colette’s ass cheek.”

Vicky knew this was an innocent move to those looking because it was an honest instruction of a stretching motion. But Vicky wasn’t trying to be innocent. And from the visibly deep breath that Colette just took, it likely didn’t feel so innocent to her either.

Vicky was having fun now. “Remember,” she said, “you should also feel it pull heeere,” placing her hand on the inside of Colette’s left leg, and again, extending her last word to match the sliding of her hand up her thigh toward the opening of her shorts.

It was a bold move to be sure, especially when Vicky stopped and extended the reach of her middle finger just far enough to graze the side of Colette’s exposed panties.

Colette’s left leg immediately tensed and Vicky could feel the hand she was still holding immediately start to feel wet with sweat. “Oh shit, sorry about that!” Vicky said, quick to stay focused on the activity at hand. “OK, my turn and then let’s get our run in!”

Vicky started pulling Colette toward her again. Colette pulled back, stopping them in a seated position. “Sorry, I just need to take a few breaths.” Colette said.

“Is everything OK?” Vicky asked, knowing that her actions were giving Colette a lot to think about.

“Ummm… I guess I was just surprised at how much I liked this stretch,” Colette said, blushing.

“Great! I’m glad I could introduce you to a new stretch!” Vicky said, trying to put Colette at ease. “Now one last time for me,” Vicky said as she started pulling Colette toward her again. “And the thing about this stretch, at least for me, is that even after a few minutes, I get super limber,” saying this as she continued to lean back and pull Colette with her.

“Oh no, here it comes again,” Colette thought. As her torso continued to bend forward, her face followed, right toward Vicky’s crotch. This time, both leg holes were open and she could see that her panties had tightened, causing the material to pull against her slit, exposing more of her pussy lips.

Seeing Vicky’s face looking up at the lights, and appearing to remain focused on the stretch, Colette continued to look down between Vicky’s legs. “Fuck, this is going to be a tough workout…in more ways than one,” Colette thought to herself.

“OK, I think we’re good to go!” Vicky said, releasing Colette from her grasp. They both stood up and looked at each other. “Wow, that was great!”

“Yeah, it really was,” Colette replied, also smiling, the image of Vicky’s exposed crotch now fully burned into her brain.

“Time for the treadmills?” asked Vicky. She knew she could make her move on Colette right now, but she was having too much fun. Plus, with their run coming up? Her heart skipped a beat, thinking about seeing Colette’s sweaty body bouncing up and down on the treadmill.

“Absolutely,” said Colette, and they headed towards the treadmills.

As they arrived, Vicky saw only two were open. One was directly in front of the room’s mirror wall, and the other was in the next row behind it, one treadmill over. “Perfect,” thought Vicky mischievously.

She was walking ahead of Colette and went directly to the front treadmill by the mirror. “Colette will have a full view of me,” her thoughts continued. “And with this mirror, I can see that gorgeous body of hers.”

Walking onto the treadmill, Vicky started pressing buttons, the interface beeping with each touch. She looked over her left shoulder and saw Colette standing on her treadmill, doing the same. “How about a quick fifteen minutes?” Vicky asked behind her.

“That’s great! Let’s do it,” Colette answered and continued to tap the interface. Both their machines whirred, and they were off on their run.

In front of Colette was a short, stocky man running on the treadmill directly in front of her, blocking the view of herself in the mirror. Not seeing what she wanted, she instead turned to see Vicky running, noting her form was impressive. Arms swinging in perfect timing with their opposite leg. Her posture was straight and confident, leaning slightly forward for momentum. She also noted the small of her back, under her sports bra, was starting to glisten with sweat.

Her eyes continued to gaze lower, stopping at Vicki’s loose shorts bouncing up and down with each step. The material rose just high enough to expose the creases under each cheek. “So y,” she thought.

Vicky took a quick peek back at Colette in the mirror and caught her staring at her ass. “Exactly what I was expecting. Time for my next move,” she thought, as she reached her hand back behind her. With a short, quick motion, she pretended to scratch an itch on her ass cheek. Using the scratch as the reason, she lifted the bottom of her shorts, making sure she pulled it high enough to expose the bottom of her panties.

“Oh my, that is so hot,” Colette thought, noting the thin fabric stretched tight across her ass. Just then, their treadmills started slowing down. “Has it been fifteen minutes already?” Colette thought. They both stepped off their treadmills and headed towards the weights.

When they arrived, they looked around for an available machine. “Let’s start with the squat rack,” Vicky suggested strategically.

“Sure!” said Colette.

When they got to the rack, Vicky said, “I’ll go first.” She placed a couple of small plate weights on the ends and walked to the middle of the bar. Ducking under it, she pressed up with her shoulders and the bar came off the pegs. Looking at the mirror in front of her, she started to squat. “This is so perfect,” she thought to herself. “As long as I hold proper form, I think Colette’s going to melt.”

Keeping her head up, and looking straight forward, she squatted with the rack resting on her shoulders, her hands on each side holding firm. As she lowered, she kept her back straight. With her butt sticking out, she started spreading her legs.

As she reached the bottom of her squat, she looked at herself in the mirror to check her form. Her chest was pushed out, tits pressing out against her sports bra with cleavage in full view. Gazing down, her spread legs caused her shorts to open, exposing her red panties.

As expected, when she started to stand, she glanced quickly at Colette who was staring intently at the view in front of her. “Perfect,” Vicky thought to herself.

After ten reps, Vicky placed the bar back on the pegs. “OK, your turn,” she said.

Colette took her position under the bar. She picked it up and placed it on her shoulders. She had done squats before, but it had been a while. “It’s going to take some getting used to,” she thought. As she started squatting, she made sure she held the same form as Vicky.

In the mirror, she could see Vicky watching her. On her third squat, Vicky walked up behind her saying, “The bar is getting a bit crooked. Let me help you.”

Colette didn’t think it was crooked, and it wasn’t, but it put Vicky behind her and right where she needed to be for what she thought would be her final little devious act.

“OK, let’s try again,” she said, urging Colette to squat again with her guidance. As she squatted, Vicky reached around and grabbed her waist. Squatting with her, Vicky said, “that’s it, one smooth and steady motion.” As Colette stood, so did Vicky, her hands still on her waist and saying, “Same on the return. One fluid motion.”

On Colette’s next squat, Vicky continued to squat with her. However, this time she moved her hand to Colette’s ass cheek and gave it a small circular rub, saying, “you should really feel your muscles working here.” Vicky held it there as Colette stood, saying, “Good. One fluid motion.”

On what will be her final squat, and not because she reached ten reps, Vicky followed her down with the same “one fluid motion” statement. But this time, she slid her hand around the front and down to her leg, sliding it slightly inward to the inside of her thigh. She purposely spread her fingers wide so her index finger touched the side of Colette’s panties.

As Colette stood up, Vicky pulled her body close to Colette, pressing her crotch tight against her ass. “Sorry I touched your panties again,” she whispered in her ear.

Colette’s breath quickened and she let out a slight gasp. She could feel Vicky’s hard nipples pressed against her back, together with the heat emanating from her body. She was done working out, and she wanted this woman right now.

She placed the bar back on the rack and turned to Vicky. “Thank you, that was great,” she said quietly, staring intently into Vicky’s eyes.

“Do you want to do another set?” Vicky asked, knowing full well what the answer will be.

“You know, I think I’d like to continue the workout in the locker room,” Colette replied with a smirk.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Vicky said, her own excitement building now. They both headed toward the locker room.

Vicky knew exactly where she was going to take this new friend of hers. At the back of the locker room there’s a wall of private saunas, each room having its own lock to keep things private. “Oh my, Colette’s body, sweaty and glistening in the room with her…” Vicky thought.

Just then, a short stocky man walked up to them and stopped Colette. “Hey Colette!”

“Oh… Hi Mark!” Colette said. She had to get her mind back to the present. Mark was her husband’s coworker. They’d met recently at a company function. He was nice enough, but kind of weird, and “fuck, this is the last thing I want to do right now,” she thought to herself.

“How’s it going? How’s Steve?” he asked.

She didn’t want to be rude and then have it get back to Steve, so she stopped to chat. “It’s going great! And Steve, well, you know Steve!”

“Glad to hear!” Mark continued.”And yeah, I do know Steve!”

Vicky turned to Colette and said, “Hey, I’m heading in. See you later,” with a quick wink.

The questions continued, and after a few minutes, she started to relax and breathe normally again. “This might be just what I needed,” she thought. After all, she had been doing so well, not thinking about her escapades with Michelle, let alone with any woman. “It was cheating on my husband!” she thought.

With her lust for Vicky now drifting away, and the conversation coming to an end, she shook Mark’s hand and said “Thank you for stopping to say hello,” with those words meaning more than a polite gesture. They said goodbye, and Mark added a quick “say hello to Steve for me!” as Colette walked away, continuing toward the locker room. She paused briefly at the door and entered.

She could see only a handful of women either getting ready to work out or packing up to leave. She headed toward the back of the room where her locker was, passing the aisles of lockers as she walked. She reached the last aisle and saw Vicky standing there, noting that she hadn’t changed yet.

As soon as Vicky saw her, she quickly started pretending to get undressed, sliding her shorts down her waist.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were still here,” Colette said, glancing at the sight of Vicky’s panties coming into view.

Vicky stopped, leaving her shorts pulled down midwaist, and started walking toward Colette slowly. “I figured you were only going to be a few minutes, so I waited,” she said, noting that Colette looked surprisingly relaxed given how visibly heated she had gotten at the squat rack and how eager she was to come back to the locker room with her.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she thought, realizing that the conversation with that guy likely wiped away the lust that she worked so hard to build up in Colette. “I wanted to talk to you about something,” Vicky said as she approached.

“Oh? What’s up?” Colette replied, trying to keep it innocent but realizing that, thanks to those red panties, thoughts of being with Vicky were now racing back into her mind. “I was doing so good!” she thought.

When Vicky finally reached her, she looked around to make sure nobody was around, grabbed Colette, and pushed her against the lockers. Leaning in, she pressed her lips hard against Colette’s in a passionate embrace. Colette immediately responded, closing her eyes and letting out a soft, “Mmmm.”

Reaching down with one arm, Vicky grabbed hold of Colette’s waist. With a smooth but forceful motion, she backed up toward the sauna rooms at the back wall, pulling her with her. Reaching behind her with her other hand, Vicky grabbed the handle of the door and opened it.

Colette knew this gym well, of course, because she’d been going here for years. So she knew these were the private sauna rooms. As Vicky opened the door, she entered, pulling Colette with her, locking the door behind them.

The room was already humid, feeling like someone was in it recently. There was a slight smell of cedar which lined the walls. Vicky was standing right in front of Colette now. Leaning close to Colette’s ear, she whispered, “I want to fuck you so bad.”

Colette’s face flushed, and her heart started beating wildly. “Is this really happening again?” Colette thought. “Happening right now, with another strange woman she’d only just met? This is Michelle all over again.”

Colette could feel Vicky’s breasts pressed against her own. She didn’t know what to say, but her subconscious did it for her as she heard the words leave her lips. “Tell me what you want me to do,” she said.

Realizing the submission happening in front of her, Vicky stepped back and took off her sports bra. Her breasts bounced free as she threw her bra to the floor. “Get on your knees and take off my shoes and socks for me.”

Lowering to her knees, Colette extended her hands to untie the first shoe. Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking slightly. Once untied, she helped Vicky pull her foot out. Grabbing the top of the sock, she pulled it off, noting how beautiful her foot was.

With the second shoe untied, she held onto it to allow Vicky to pull her foot out. And again, grabbing the top of the sock, she pulled it down and off her foot. Vicky stopped, continuing to hold her foot up. With her hands placed on the wall for balance, Vicky moved her foot toward Colette’s face.

“Have you ever licked a woman’s toes, Colette?” Vicky asked. “If not, now’s your chance.”

At this point, Colette was already completely absorbed into this woman. She could smell the scent of her foot, and it was a turn on. Her eyes gazed up at her breasts, and it was a turn on. Her red panties were still showing above her shorts, and it was a turn on. Everything about her was a turn on, and all she wanted to do was consume this woman.

She took her foot into her hands, holding it gently. She could feel her toes wiggle, and arch muscles flexing. It was a brand new experience for Colette, and completely erotic at the same time. With her lips parting, she gently placed two of Vicky’s toes into her mouth, resting them on her tongue.

Two months ago, before her experiences with Michelle, the thought of doing something like this would never have crossed her mind. In fact, it would have completely disgusted her. But after the two separate episodes involving some of the kinkiest Colette ever had, and with another woman no less, this now seemed natural to her.

With tongue extended, she licked her toes, running her tongue along their length. Vicky’s foot moved, feeding more toes into Colette’s mouth, which was opening wider. After a few seconds, Vicky slid her toes out and held her foot in front of Colette’s face. “Keep holding your tongue out,” she said.

Colette did, and Vicky started dragging her foot across it. After a few more seconds, while enjoying the feeling, she was eager to have her tongue on another part of her body.

Placing her foot back down on the ground, and with Colette still on her knees in front of her, she said, “now I want you to pull my shorts off.”

Colette didn’t hesitate. She reached up and grabbed both sides of her panties. She was going to pull both the shorts and panties off at the same time. “No,” said Vicky. “Just the shorts. “And once you have them off, I want to see your face buried in my panties.”

The thought of burying her face into Vicky’s crotch caused a wave of sheer lust wash over her. She’d already started smelling her scent through the shorts in front of her, and it was all she could take. She reached up, grabbed the bottom of Vicky’s shorts with each hand, and quickly yanked them down to her ankles with a tug.

Staring up at Vicky’s red panties, she could see that the material in front was already wet. They hadn’t started sweating yet since the sauna was only slightly humid. So she knew it wasn’t sweat. She leaned in, pushing her lips against the wet spot and felt Vicky’s pussy spread inside her panties. She breathed in heavily through her nose, fully enjoying the musky, womanly scent.

“Mmmm,” said Vicky. “What a good little slut.”

Colette was stunned. “Slut? There’s no way I’m a slut!” she thought. She pulled her mouth away from between Vicky’s legs and looked up. “Did you just call me a slut?” she asked, heart beating faster.

“I did. You’re a y slut and I can’t wait to have you devour me,” Vicky continued.

” slut,” thought Colette, words ringing through her head. “Was it true?”

As Vicky continued looking down, she pulled her panties to the side, fully exposing her pussy to Colette. “And now that we’ve gotten to know each other better, is there anything more you’d like to do?”

“Holy shit,” thought Colette. She had indeed been a complete slut with Michelle, experiencing some incredibly kinky with her. And here she was, about to do the same with Vicky. “Fuck, this is so hot,” was all she could think.

Slowly, she moved her face closer to Vicky’s pussy and pressed her lips against her clit, giving it a gentle kiss. Moving in with her lips parted, she took her clit into her mouth. As she pressed against her, she instantly felt her chin become covered with her wetness. “Ohhh…,” she heard Vicky moan from above her.

Colette’s eyes closed, lost in the moment. She ran her tongue over Vicky’s clit, feeling its hardness and slid her tongue back and forth across it. Wanting to have more of her, she pushed her tongue inside, extending it deeply into her. She immediately tasted the salty sweetness of Vicky’s juices, and she loved it.

She moved back to Vicky’s clit and started sucking, pulling it into her mouth. She moved back to the opening of her pussy again and pressed her tongue in, mouth open. She felt Vicky’s juices building inside her mouth, prompting her to swallow.

With her tongue now deep inside, she started sucking her pussy lips into her open mouth. As she did, she felt Vicky’s pussy clamping down around her tongue as her legs quivered. “Uuhhhnn,” Vicky moaned. Making this woman cum into her mouth was all Colette could think about.

Vicky started grinding on Colette’s mouth and tongue. Short, slow motions at first, but then increasing in speed, grinding with longer sweeps over Colette’s face. She was leaving a streak of juice over her chin, mouth, and nose.

With tongue extended, Colette started licking against Vicky’s rim as it glided past her mouth with each thrust of her hips. At one point, Vicky must’ve enjoyed the feeling because she stopped to allow Colette to rim her asshole. “You filthy slut, Colette,” Vicky said. “That feels so good.”

Thinking honestly about herself, Colette was starting to believe that was exactly what she was. A filthy, slut. At least, she knew she could be one when she wanted to. And right now, the thought of herself playing the part excited her.

By now, Colette’s pussy was soaking wet, sopping into her panties and shorts. She was glad she was still fully clothed because she could feel the pressure of the clothing pulling tightly against her pussy and clit as she remained squatting in front of Vicky. She was loving the feeling. So much so, she started rocking forward and back, trying to make the material rub against her clit.

“Oh fuck, Colette,” Vicky said in a low voice. “I think I’m going to cum,” she continued. She moved her pussy back over Colette’s open mouth, pussy juice glistening across the bridge of Colette’s nose as she slid downward.

The feeling of her panties rubbing against her clit as she moved her pelvis, her mouth engulfing Vicky’s pussy, it was exactly what she wanted, and she was approaching her own orgasm as well. As she gazed upward, she could now see Vicky’s breasts hanging above her. “This is so hot,” she thought to herself.

“Ohhhh,” Vicky breathed, almost whining. Colette could feel Vicky’s body start to shake. She was getting close. Colette could feel her own orgasm building as well. “Ohhh, fuck,” Vicky continued louder. Colette felt juices dripping into her mouth. “Colette, I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she yelled.

“Mmmmm!” Colette screamed loudly between Vicky’s legs as she, too, started to cum. Colette could feel Vicky’s entire body spasm as her legs shook. As she felt her own pussy contracting, Colette’s mouth remained connected to Vicky’s pussy as she realized that she’s never cum like that before in her life.

Vicky leaned forward to brace herself against the wall in front of her as her legs weakened. Colette pulled away, and sat back against the wall, and stretched her legs out in front of her on the floor between Vicky’s legs.

She looked up and saw both of Vicky’s arms outstretched, leaning with her hands against the wall, her breasts now hanging right above her. They both stayed in that position for a moment, catching their breath. Then Vicky started bending her legs, squatting down onto Colette.

As she lowered, Vicky moved her pelvis forward before passing Colette’s face and slid her pussy lips over Colette’s mouth and chin. Then continuing to squat down, she rubbed her pussy down the front of Colette’s sports bra.

Just before sitting into Colette’s crotch, she stopped with her breasts directly in front of her face. She leaned in and slid each breast left to right across Colette’s face playfully. Vicky could feel Colette’s cheeks were still slippery with her own juices.

As Vicky sat, she pressed her pussy down purposefully against Colette’s crotch to settle in. Colette noticed Vicky close her eyes briefly and open her mouth slightly as she did, clearly showing the pleasure she felt.

“You are so much fun,” Vicky said, still breathing heavily, staring into Colette’s eyes. She was leaning against Colette, both their breasts pressed against each other.

“Vicky, that was amazing,” said Colette. “Do you think anyone heard us?” she continued.

“Not at all,” answered Vicky. “With these walls, and their cedar lining, you’d have to be standing right outside with your ear pressed to the door. Trust me,” she continued. As Colette heard her explanation, she couldn’t help but think it wasn’t the first time Vicky’s been with someone in one of these sauna rooms.

Colette didn’t care. All she could think about was the incredibly erotic experience she was having, while also realizing she’d only just met this woman barely one hour earlier. “So I’m a slut, huh?” Colette asked with a smile.

“Oh god, no,” Vicky said. “I say that all the time when I’m in the heat of the moment.”

“All the time,” thought Colette. “Actually, maybe she’s the slut,” she thought, giggling to herself.

Vicky continued. “No, I think everyone can act like a slut whenever they want, but it doesn’t make them, as a person, an actual slut.” Colette was looking into Vicky’s eyes now. “And you, Colette,” she added, “know exactly how to turn on your ‘slut mode’.” As she finished saying those words, Vicky leaned in, locked lips with Colette, and started kissing her passionately.

Her tongue slipped into Colette’s mouth, entwining and dancing with hers. Colette reached down with her left hand and cupped Vicky’s breast, squeezing it gently. As Vicky arched her back, Colette put her other hand on her lower back, sliding it down to caress her ass.

Her middle finger touched the unmistakable space between her fleshy cheeks and she immediately wanted to slide it down between them. So she stiffened her finger, pointing it down, and slid it toward the most intimate destination she craved to caress.

Colette’s finger reached Vicky’s rim, and she could feel it was still moist from where Colette just had her mouth and tongue. She immediately started massaging it, occasionally pressing the tip of her finger inside.

“Damn,” Vicky thought. “This woman really likes anal play.”

Just then, Vicky stood up and walked over to the corner of the sauna where the controls were located. As if it wasn’t hot enough, she wanted to make it hotter. So she turned both the temperature and humidity up, grabbed a towel on her way back, and laid it out flat on the floor.

Colette was still sitting in the same position, but was now completely naked. She had a smirk on her face. “Well, if you’re going to make it hotter in here, I was clearly wearing too many clothes.”

Vicky smiled, walked back over to Colette and straddled her outstretched legs, stopping right in front of her face. Vicky looked down and saw that Colette was looking directly up at her pussy. She smiled and slowly lowered back down into her lap, teasing Colette by not stopping along the way like last time.

Their naked bodies were now together in an embrace, Vicky’s pussy pressing down into Colette’s naked lap. “Well, thanks for getting undressed so quickly,” Vicky said as she leaned in to continue their kissing, her bare breasts now pressing against Colette’s.

They started slowly this time, using light kisses, pressing pursed lips against each other. As the seconds passed, Vicky started pressing her lips harder against Colette’s, opening her mouth and extending her tongue, eager to explore Colette’s mouth again.

As the passion in their kissing continued to grow, Vicky wrapped her arms around Colette’s back and pulled her in closer, tilting her head sideways to close the gap between them. Colette did the same with her head in the opposite direction, wrapping her hands around Vicky’s lower back.

Vicky slid her feet forward, still straddling Colette, and wrapped them behind her and around her waist. Vicky’s breasts were now propped on top of Colette’s with the slight change in position, and her pussy now pressing against her stomach. She started grinding slightly against her.

Colette could feel Vicky’s pussy pressing against her, so she tightened her stomach muscles to add some pressure back against her.

As Vicky continued to grind, Colette moved both her hands down to caress and squeeze her ass. With her left hand, she grabbed Vicky’s right ass cheek and pulled it open. And with her right hand, she placed three fingers against her now exposed rosebud. Slowly, she began massaging, making small circles around her rim.

As she felt her rim loosening and Colette’s fingers starting to open her up, Vicky stopped her kissing and moved her mouth close to her ear, whispering, “I’m wide open for you.”

With her not so subtle invitation, Colette pressed the tip of her middle finger against Vicky’s opening and pushed it in.

Colette’s heart was racing. Looking down, she could see that Vicky’s breasts were now sweating, sliding across the top of Colette’s breasts with each swaying motion of her body. The sauna was doing its job, and the two women were clearly loving it.

“I love how wet your body is getting,” Vicky said.

“Oh my god, me too,” Colette said. And with that, she slowly slid her finger deeper into Vicky’s ass.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Vicky exhaled. “Fuck me deep.”

Going past the first break in her finger, Colette slid further into Vicky’s ass. She pulled it out and slid it back in, feeling Vicky press back slightly against her finger as it reentered her. With a clear rhythm building, Colette continued finger Vicky’s ass, going slightly deeper with each stroke.

As Vicky continued grinding her pelvis, Colette could feel Vicky’s hard clit rubbing against her stomach. And with Vicky’s rim now getting very loose, her finger was plunging in and out with ease. In between her heavy breathing, she whispered into Colette’s ear, “Please, add another finger.”

Colette didn’t hesitate. She quickly added a second finger and began pumping them in and out. The sensation was intensely erotic, as her fingers penetrated over and over again. Feeling confident, she added a third finger. “Ohhh fuck,” Vicky said. “Yes, do that.”

Colette could feel Vicky’s pussy dripping down into her lap. “Oh my god, Vicky, I can feel you soaking me.”

“You like that?” Vicky asked.

“Oh my god, yes,” Colette answered, continuing to pump her three fingers in and out of Vicky’s ass. With each stroke, she was driving her fingers deep inside.

Suddenly, Vicky stopped her grinding and pressed back against Colette’s fingers. “Oh fuck, I’m close Colette,” she said. “But I’m not ready to cum yet,” she continued.

Reaching back behind her, she pulled Colette’s hand away. Standing up from her squatted position, she shifted her feet to opposite sides, and turned around. Her ass was now facing Colette, directly in line with her face. Colette’s heart was pounding in her chest.

Reaching around behind herself with both arms, Vicky grabbed her ass cheeks and spread herself wide. “Lean your head back against the wall and extend your tongue.”

As Colette placed her head back against the wall, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue as far as it could go. She then reached out and grabbed both of Vicky’s hips, and pulled slightly, giving her a clear sign she was eager.

Letting Colette pull her in, she let her waist glide back against Colette’s face feeling her tongue enter her.

“Oh fuck,” Vicky grunted.

With her hands continuing to hold Vicky’s hips, Colette closed her mouth over Vicky’s rim in a French kiss, accompanied with an audible “Mmmmm.”

“Oh my god, Colette, that feels so good,” Vicky moaned as Colette embraced her from behind.

Leaning slightly forward, Vicky started to rock back against Colette’s tongue. Her tongue penetrated deeply with the bouncing motion. While not too hard, it was forceful enough to prompt Colette to occasionally let out a “Nnnh” sound, which Vicky felt reverberated against her.

Colette’s mind started to wander as Vicky settled into her steady rocking motion. “Dirty little slut,” she thought to herself. “That’s what she called me earlier, and I loved it. What is happening to me?” There was no question in her mind that she was committed to Steve. She loved him so much, and she will continue to love him for the rest of her life. That she was certain of.

But this, what was happening right now. It was just like the incredibly kinky experiences with Michelle just two months earlier. Not once during those sessions did Michelle use the language that Vicky was using with her tonight. ” slut… dirty slut…,” she said in her head. “This is not who Steve married. Can we continue as if nothing has changed? And what about the family we’re still raising together?”

She had zero interest in being with any other man. “But women,” she thought. “Could I continue to embrace this hidden lust for the same . Continue to embrace experiences like this, which clearly seem to continue to find me whether I’m looking for them or not?”

Only time will tell, she realized as her consciousness came back to the present when she started to hear Vicky’s moans getting louder and louder. She could tell she was getting close as she had continued bouncing against Colette’s mouth and tongue.

Colette was close too. She wanted to cum, and she had to do something about it. Letting go of Vicky’s hips, and with her hands now free, she reached down and started massaging her clit with one hand, and kneaded her swollen breasts with her other hand. Electricity bolted through her body as she felt her orgasm now quickly building.

“Oh fuck,” Vicky said as she continued bouncing back against Colette’s face, grinding faster and faster against her tongue. “Oh, fuck,” she said louder. “Colette, I’m cumming!”

Vicky moaned deeply as she leaned her weight back against Colette’s mouth, her body now convulsing in pure ecstasy. At the same time, Colette could feel Vicky’s rim pulsing, as it clenched the sides of her tongue.

Hearing Vicky’s words confessing her pleasure, and feeling what she did on her tongue was all she needed. The experience sent her into her own intensely powerful orgasm as she screamed out loud “Mmmmm!” directly into Vicky’s core as she came.

Vicky felt the reverberation of her scream pulsating inside. “Oh fuck, Colette! I’m still cumming!” Vicky screamed as she bucked in short little thrusts against Colette’s face.

They remained in this position for several more seconds, with Vicky bent forward and standing over the top of Colette’s face while she remained seated underneath. As she rode her orgasm to the end, Vicky realized her position, shifted her weight forward, and started pulling away from Colette.

Continuing her forward motion, Vicky slumped to the floor, kneeling, legs spread slightly, one on each side of Colette. She leaned forward over Colette’s outstretched legs and placed her hands and arms on the ground, torso laying on top of Colette’s knees and shins. She turned her face to one side and laid her head down on the arches of Colette’s feet.

Colette continued to gaze at Vicky as she lay down over her legs, feeling the warmth of her skin, chest moving against her as she breathed. Her body was glistening in the light. “So y,” she thought to herself.

As her gaze drifted up to the wall opposite her, she stopped and looked at the clock. “Holy shit!” she said out loud. It was 6:45. She and Steve would both be home by now cooking dinner since they usually eat together around seven. She started shifting her legs under Vicky, who was already starting to sit up. She slid her legs out from under her, and they both stood up.

Colette quickly gathered her clothing, walked to the door, and unlocked it. She slowly opened it, peeking outside. Nobody was there. “Oh thank god,” she thought to herself and quickly flung the door open. She ran to her locker and opened it.

Vicky walked casually out of the sauna after Colette and slowly approached her own locker. Colette looked at her, noting how calm she looked. “Oh, how I would love to take a hot shower with her right now,” Colette thought to herself.

Colette had thrown her gym bag on the bench and put her workout clothes inside. She held onto her panties, realizing they were the only ones she had with her. “Oh well,” she thought and quickly pulled them on, noting how damp they were.

Turning back toward the open locker, she saw her phone and pulled it out, looking down at the screen. She saw that Steve had tried to reach her multiple times, including a voicemail. She quickly touched the screen and put the phone to her ear.

“Hi babe,” Steve’s message said. “Tried you a few times already. You must be having a great workout!”

“You have no idea,” Colette thought to herself.

“No problem at all, of course,” the message continued. “I just wanted to let you know I went out with a couple of the guys from work to celebrate. John closed a big deal, and he wanted to treat the account team to a couple of drinks. So I’ll be home later than normal, probably close to 7:30 or so. When you get this and need to talk, just give me a call. Otherwise, I’ll see you home later. Love you! Can’t wait to…”.

Colette pulled the phone from her ear and ended the call, not listening to the rest of the message. She looked at the time on the phone and it was almost 7:00. “I gotta go,” she said to Vicky as she turned back to the locker and started pulling her work clothes back out.

Vicky had just arrived at her locker and only started opening it. “We should do this again sometime,” Vicky said to Colette, who didn’t even register the statement as she was feverishly putting her clothes on.

Colette was fastening her buttons on her shirt, staring down intently at each button hole in an effort to speed things up. “Colette,” Vicky said, trying to get her attention. Colette looked up. “I hope we can do this again sometime,” Vicky said again.

Colette was looking at her with a blank stare, thinking. If she answered “yes,” that would be planning to hook up again with this woman, which is more of a commitment than she wanted right now. But she also knew this experience was incredibly exhilarating, perhaps not unlike when she was with Michelle, but especially now with her “slut” behavior that Vicky made oh so clear to her.

“Maybe,” she said with a smile, their eyes meeting.

Not quite believing her, Vicky said, “OK, maybe it is. I guess I’ll see you around then?”

Colette continued to smile back, but then looked away to grab her bag. She was ready to leave. She looked at her phone again and it showed 7:10. “If I hurry, I’ll get home around the same time as Steve. Perfect.”

She walked away quickly toward the aisle and turned left toward the door. As she did, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vicky standing there, naked and looking as she walked out of sight. “Yeah, maybe there will be a next time,” Colette was thinking. To be sure, Vicky was thinking the same thing.