“So how does this work, again? I’m still new at this.”

He looked at her and smiled at the curiosity and excitement in her tone as she unwound her scarf, her face flushed at the transition from the subzero winter to the warm room.

“It’s pretty simple, really. We take a shower and then step into the sauna, and if we feel like it, we throw some water on the stove. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

The confidence of his words somewhat betrayed his own excitement. They had met just a couple of weeks before, expats in Finland with similar stories of boredom and isolation. It had been startling, the degree to which their stories were almost interchangeable: Finnish colleagues and fellow expats who were nice and who meant well, but who weren’t necessarily the most stimulating company. And that wasn’t even taking into account the casual sexism she’d been subject to: it must be so nice to not have to work, you get to explore Helsinki while your husband makes the money – and this coming from other women!

He was happy he could extend her understanding, that he could make her feel heard and seen. Their conversations had been far-ranging, and he had delighted in getting to know this playful, intelligent, and accomplished woman. As she brushed the snow off her coat’s hood and ran her hands through her hair, looking for stray bits of ice, he blushed involuntarily. Beautiful, he thought. And just as involuntarily, he said the word out loud. “Beautiful.”

She smiled shyly at the word. “You’re easily impressed,” she said, chuckling and unzipping her coat. “Sweaty and red-faced, but you think I’m beautiful. I’m glad the bar has been set low.”

He laughed softly and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry, I have high standards where it matters,” he teased.

They removed the rest of their winter clothes and walked into the living room of the apartment, lit cozily against the gathering winter twilight. “Have a seat on the couch, I’ll turn the sauna on and get us a couple of drinks.” She did so, settling in and sighing while drawing a soft wool blanket around her.

It had been a lovely day of walking along snowy paths. Stopping for coffee at an outdoor café on a frozen lake with a roaring fire, she still wasn’t sure how that was safe, and admiring the frozen Finnish landscape. There had been an impromptu snowball fight for good measure, or, at least, an attempt at one. They’d laughed at the finely grained snow’s refusal to be packed into a ball before she tackled him into a nearby snowbank, and they ended up in an equally impromptu make-out session, oddly warm and comfortable in their thick coats and hats and gloves against the soft and yielding surface of the snow.

He came back with two glass mugs of steaming mulled wine. “Here you are, kippis,” he said, lightly clinking his mug against hers.

“Kippis,” she smiled, taking a sip. She studied his face as he did likewise. She’d been surprised by his kindness when she first admitted that she was not quite feeling at home. His usually light face had fallen, and his eyes showed a genuine sadness as he had taken her hand and told her about his own experiences of feeling lonely and isolated in an unfamiliar place. She’d been so taken aback, so overwhelmed at feeling understood and heard that she’d kissed him impulsively, almost violently. She still remembered the intensity of that moment, how he’d hesitated imperceptibly before kissing her back, grasping her tightly and pressing his body to hers.

He set his mug down and smiled. “We’ve had a nice day, haven’t we?” He slipped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close, kissing her cheek softly. She snuggled close to him and turned her face so that their lips could meet, melting into the kiss.

“I’d say so,” she murmured. She idly ran her hand across his chest and shoulders, utterly comfortable and content but also feeling a restlessness rising in her. She drew him to her again, kissing him deeply. As they embraced, he ran his hands through her hair and down her face and neck, brushing across her collarbone and the top of her chest. She instinctively arched her back, pressing her breasts forward with a silent plea. Message received, his hands wandered downward, with a light touch that gradually became firmer and more insistent even as he carefully avoided her nipples.

She gasped, feeling electric sparks from his soft but strong fingers. Good, but not enough. Although her nipples ached, she secretly liked that he already knew enough about her body to carefully control her pleasure, so that it could be heightened even further through tactical withholding. Just a touch of gentle dominance, enough to make her feel safely vulnerable, and ravenously desirous. Summoning a great deal of willpower, she pulled back slightly and smiled slyly, reaching for her mug of wine.

“So tell me more about the sauna,” she cooed, sipping slowly. “Will it be too hot for us to want to even touch each other?”

He took his own mug, breathing in the fragrance and drinking before responding. “Not in my experience. I think we’ll be able to withstand the heat.”

His heart began beating faster as it suddenly dawned on him that this would be the first time he would see her, all of her. And the first time that she would see him. They’d felt each other’s bodies, explored each other’s lips and tongues and necks, but had not yet had the opportunity to really be alone together. Now, they had the entire evening ahead of them.

During the day, the anticipation had been building, and now that the moment had come, his body vibrated with excitement. He looked at her. Where should he start? Would he take her right then and there on the couch? Tease her gently? Scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the sauna? He noticed with mild surprise that, contrary to his expectations, his whole body vibrated with an energy radiating from his torso outward. He felt a pulsing in his increasingly hardening cock, of course, but this was not just pure lust; this was a holistic desire, one he had not felt for some time.

“Is something wrong?” Her worried tone snapped him out of his reflections, and he realized he’d been staring at her silently for a long moment.

“Oh, no – nothing.” He smiled. “Sorry, I was just thinking… I think you’ll like the sauna. Really crazy that you haven’t been yet.”

“Well, I have, actually, with some of the other moms from school. But I’m not sure we got the whole experience. It wasn’t too hot, and no one threw the water on the stove. Actually, they complained a lot even with the mild heat,” she laughed.

He laughed softly. “Well, I promise you this will be more like the real deal. Let me go check on how it’s coming along.” He got up, kissing her forehead as he rose from the couch, and disappeared into the bathroom. She took her wine mug and finished it. She felt a slight lift from the wine, just enough to slightly heighten her senses and anticipation of what was to come. She wondered what he looked like under his clothes, involuntarily biting her lip slightly as she reflected that she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out. She also wondered what he’d think of her. She was proud of her figure, but you never knew. Sooner than she expected, he came back. He smiled at her. “It’s ready.”

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Once in the bathroom, she looked around curiously. Finnish bathrooms tended to be large, and this one was no exception, with a wet-room shower open to the rest of the bathroom and partially sectioned off with a glass partition. Beyond that lay the glass door to the sauna, which had been half lit so that the lights threw soft shadows on the wood inside.

“You can put your clothes here,” he said, indicating a shelf and some hooks nearby. He smiled uncertainly and reached for his shirt buttons a little clumsily.

“Let me help you,” she murmured to him. She began slowly unbuttoning each button, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. As she unbuttoned, she paused to run her hand over his chest and felt his heart beating fast and strong. “Is everything okay?” she asked, somewhat surprised.

“Yes, more than okay.” I... I’m...“ he broke off for a moment, uncertain how to express his excitement while maintaining some level of seductive aloofness. Failing, he opted to show and not tell, and drew her close for a long kiss.

Gently breaking away, she laughed softly, “Just a second, and you can pick up where you left off.”

She began removing her own sweatshirt, then the shirt underneath, while he slipped off his pants. Soon they were standing in their underwear, looking at each other expectantly. He smiled and reached behind her to unhook her bra with practiced hands. The clasp came undone, and he slowly guided her arms through the straps, gasping softly at what was revealed.

He had seen many pairs of breasts in his life, but these were perhaps the best-proportioned, best-formed he could remember. They sat elegantly balanced on her svelte torso, with her nipples in turn perfectly set against dark pink areolae. “Oh my god,” he whispered.

She giggled. “I’m glad you like them,” she said.

“More than ‘like’ them – they’re gorgeous.”

He reached out and lightly grasped each breast in turn, while she sucked in her breath at his touch. He traced circles around them with his fingers, slowly moving to her nipples, which at this point were screaming for attention. Impatiently, she grasped his head and brought his mouth to her, and he obliged, licking gently and then hungrily sucking, unable to contain himself as well. She moaned loudly, feeling the sparks fly from her breasts to the increasingly wet spot between her legs.

“We need to get this off you, too,” she said, tugging his shirt over his head. As it came off, he gave her a slightly bashful look. He was slim, with reasonably broad shoulders for his frame and a chest to match. She intuited that the blush in his cheeks was arising from the slight love handles that were now revealed. To reassure him, she ran her hands across his chest and shoulders and stomach, smiling warmly at him before coming in for a lustful kiss. He gratefully returned it, running his hands down her back before slipping them under her panties to caress her ass and pull her pelvis towards him.

She gasped again as their bodies met. He was fully hard, rock-hard, and although they had not aimed precisely, she had felt his length tantalizingly pressed across her pussy and clit. A little more boldly, he began slipping her panties down, which she eagerly assisted him with, kicking them away as they fell to the floor. He looked down at a smoothly shaved pubic region and smiled, his hands ready to start exploring. But before he could do that, her hands were already on him, caressing his hardness through his boxers.

He moaned softly and melted into her, kissing her deeply as she fondled and stroked and began working at the waistband of his shorts. As she pulled them down, his cock sprang out, now visible and exposed. She looked and bit her lip again. It was a nice size, curving upwards in an elegant arc. Not gigantic, but certainly big enough to reach all the right places, she reckoned.

He took her hand, guiding her towards the shower. “I think we could use a nice cleaning before we get nice and warm.”

He turned on the water and tested it, standing under the spray and beckoning her. She stood beside him, feeling the perfectly warm water cascade on her hair and face and body while she slipped her hands around his neck and pressed her body against his. He kissed her deeply, now holding her tight and stroking her wet hair before freely exploring her breasts and back, and ass.

Her hands moved to his cock, sliding up and down its shaft, slippery from the water, feeling its warmth and slightly pulsing under her touch. He let out a soft moan and began working his way towards her most sensitive spot, stroking her thighs and mound before gently brushing his hand up and down the outside of her pussy. She tensed and moaned, pressing herself into his hand, as his fingers slowly, slowly parted her outer lips and glided effortlessly across her slick inner lips. Panting, she pressed her head against his chest and planted kisses on him as he slowly circled her clit with one gentle finger, gradually building speed while maintaining a delicate touch.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned. She could feel climax already building in her, but wasn’t ready to cum just yet. She slowly dropped to her knees and shook the excess water from her hair, immediately taking him in her mouth. No time for teasing licks, she wanted to feel his fullness everywhere. He groaned and placed his hands on her head, guiding her gently as she bobbed up and down, varying her speed but maintaining a steady rhythm throughout. Clearly, she knew what she was doing. His mind was made up. No more timidity! His desire for this woman was driving him crazy, and he would show her that.

He guided one of her hands to his balls, which she began eagerly, gently caressing. “Good girl, taking care of my balls,” he said. She nodded eagerly, looking up into his eyes with her mouth still full of him.

“Now make them all nice and clean, and look at me while you do.” She drew back from his cock and gently began sucking his balls, making eye contact with him while continuing to stroke his hardness.

“Good girl,” he moaned. “You are such a beautiful, obedient, sweet girl. Your mouth is so good.” He could scarcely believe the words coming out of his mouth. He’d never spoken like that to anyone! But she moaned in response, quickening the pace of her hand and sucking greedily on him.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He drew her up to face him and pulled her close to him, looking in her eyes. “Beautiful girl. Wonderful girl. I am going to fuck your pussy and cum deep inside you. What do you think about that?”

“Oh, yes, please, please, fuck me, fuck my pussy and cum inside me,” she moaned, completely caught up in the moment.

“I will, but you’re going to have to earn it,” he said. He opened the glass door to the sauna and led her inside. He guided her up the tiered benches to the top bench, sitting her down. For a moment, she didn’t understand what the big deal was. It was warm, but not the stifling heat she’d expected.

He reached over and pulled a large ladle out of a bucket filled with water. Before she could ask, he threw the ladle of water on the stove, filling the room with a burst of steam and a stinging heat, almost too hot, that hit her face and momentarily stunned her. The flash of intensity gave way to a pleasant buzzing on her skin, a sensation not quite pain and not quite pleasure. He threw another, and then another, and she was momentarily lost in the pleasant disorientation of steam and tingling.

He looked at her, his eyes shining in the dim light. “My darling, tonight your pussy belongs to me. Lie back.” She obeyed, lying on the towel that had been placed on the bench. He kneeled on the lower bench and began caressing and licking her thighs, moving up to where her pelvis met her legs. He began licking and kissing all around her pussy, occasionally moving over her and breathing warmly directly on her before diverting to kiss just centimeters to the side. She lifted her pelvis, bucking up desperately in an attempt to meet his face, moaning in protest at his insistent avoidance.

“Do you want me to lick your pussy, to make you cum with my mouth?”

“Yes!” she gasped. “Lick me, lick me until I scream.”

He immediately fell to work and gave a long, slow lick up her slit. She moaned loudly, pressing herself into his face and relishing the jolt of pleasure that shot through her body. He licked up and down until her pussy lips opened, slightly parted, and glistening with her wetness. His hands moved up to caress her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples, never taking his mouth off her eager twat. She writhed, lost in the pleasure and almost not able to imagine more, until his tongue started circling around her clit, and she gasped and moaned again. She reached for his head, pressing him to her as he very gently began sucking her clit.

“God, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered. His focus was absolute, as he gently but insistently sucked and licked at her swollen clit. Withdrawing a hand from her breast, she was momentarily disappointed but soon forgot when she felt a finger slide effortlessly inside her. The sense of fullness was momentarily overwhelming, but soon abated, only for him to add another finger and bring her back to feeling satisfied.

“Oh, I’m, I’m…” her voice gave out in a loud moan as the orgasm roared up unexpectedly and washed over her, as he continued patiently licking and working his fingers inside her while she came. She shuddered several times, pulling his head as close to her as she could while the aftershocks rippled through her. Finally, he lifted his head and looked at her panting chest.

“Good girl. You came for me so good.”

She sat up and hungrily kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. Still vibrating with her excitement, she kissed him roughly, gasping, “I’m all yours, my pussy is yours, please use me and do whatever you want with me.”

Without responding, he stood up and took her hand, leading her down to the floor. “Put your hands on the bench there and bend over.” She immediately obliged, sticking out her ass and presenting her pussy to him. Roughly grabbing her hips with one hand, he grasped his cock with the other and began rubbing it up and down her still-soaking-wet pussy.

She shuddered and moaned, pressing herself into him as he worked the head of his cock between her slippery lips. Slowly, he began to prod her still-sensitive clit and began slowly working his cock into her pussy. He was so turned on, so desperate to take this woman, that he had almost forgotten that this was their first time. For a moment, he almost forgot himself in his amazement. This woman, this beautiful, sexy, smart woman, was standing in front of him, inviting him in, and he felt overwhelmed with desire and gratitude.

But he quickly remembered the more immediate issue at hand. He started sliding inside, letting out a long moan as her snug but wet pussy enveloped him. She also moaned and tensed slightly, tightening around him and increasing his own pleasure. That first moment, it was always wonderful, almost magical, and here he was sharing it with her.

He began moving, slowly, as she pressed back to meet his thrusts. Totally uninhibited, he began moaning loudly. “Fuck, your pussy feels amazing. What a good girl to give me your pussy for tonight.”

She moaned too, their voices mingling in the close space of the sauna as he began accelerating his thrusts. He’d never felt anything so pleasurable, he thought, as he savored the gentle warmth surrounding him.

But he wanted more connection, more intimacy than was possible from the undeniably hot but slightly impersonal position they were in. He slid out of her, sat down on the sauna bench, and pulled her towards him. She understood, easing herself down on his cock and positioning her legs to ride him. He enveloped her in his arms, gazing at her. “Good girl, you know I want to cum while I look into your eyes.”

She moaned wordlessly back, feeling another orgasm building in her. She rode faster, meeting his thrusts and rubbing her clit against his pubic bone as she started to tremble.

“Good, girl, cum for me, cum for me, and I’ll cum inside you. Do you want that?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped, “cum in me, give me every last drop!” She shuddered and bellowed as the orgasm took her, and at the same moment, he gave out a loud moan and tensed, filling her with warmth. He grasped her tightly, desperately, every thrust milking out more of him and sending a jolt up his spine.

They sat there, leaning against each other, panting, suddenly feeling the heavy heat of the sauna. He looked at her. “My god. My god. You…I can’t…You are amazing.”

She stood up, sliding off him and missing the fullness but feeling a need to escape to cooler air. “Come with me,” she said. He followed her out, sighing with relief when his skin met the bathroom air.

“And that, my dear, is how you use a sauna,” he chuckled.

She arched an eyebrow at him. “I see. So simple, really. But I’m not done with you yet.”

He laughed. These long Finnish nights were good for something, after all.