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That, or she just really liked looking at my dick. And balls. Which was totally understandable.

Anita gave the sauna door her own quick look. Then, as I watched avidly, my eyes glued to her, she peeled the gusset of her swimsuit aside to expose her cunt.

I exhaled in a rush, clutching the base of my dick tighter as it throbbed in my fist. Fuck. Even from all the way over here, my keen eyesight let me see how wet she already was. Her lips glistened, flaring out a little as her pussy swelled with arousal. My mouth actually watered despite the relentless dry heat in here.

Was I allowed to go over there? Fall to my knees and lap at her pussy like a thirsty dog? Or was this another stupid boundary —I could look but I couldn’t touch?

That was utter horseshit. How the fuck was this still within the confines of a professional relationship? She was showing me her pussy. I had my cock and balls out. We were in a sauna.

But I wasn’t an idiot. I was a smart guy, so I kept my mouth shut and my ass on the bench as I gave my cock a single slow stroke and watched her bring her hand down to do the same to her pussy. The forefinger of her other hand was still hooked around the swimsuit’s gusset, keeping it out of the way and giving me an unimpeded view of what she was doing.

Her fingers glided elegantly up and down, the middle sliding deeper between her lips to stroke her clit and spread her slick arousal up and down. I gritted my teeth, already panting as I started pumping my cock in earnest. God, I could remember how wet she’d gotten against my tongue. How good she’d tasted. The feel of her clit pulsing in my mouth as I sucked on it.

Figuring I should show my appreciation and give her an equally fantastic show, I slid my free hand up my abs—still clenching them hard—and thumbed one of my nipples. I heard her low moan from across the room, her own nipples tight little points straining against her swimsuit. Fuck, I wanted to see her tits. Why hadn’t I seen them yet? Why hadn’t I gone full caveman and ripped her shirt open while she was splayed out on my desk?

Anita let her knees fall open wider, heels still perched on the edge of the bench. Her toes curled as she focused her efforts on her clit, swirling two fingers over it in tight circles. I barely managed to stop my tongue from lolling out as I panted like a dog, my unwavering gaze zeroed in on her pussy as I stroked my cock so fast my fist was practically a blur.

I couldn’t stop, my free hand shooting down to cup my balls, which had lifted and tightened as my orgasm barrelled down on me. I was leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, my fingers slick with it, drips landing on my stomach and sliding down to tickle the crease of my groin.

When Anita slid two fingers inside her pussy, a hoarse groan escaped me. Holy fucking shit, I wanted in there. I knew I couldn’t fuck her, but I could at the very least stroke her clit with the tip of my cock and get her wetness all over me. Maybe carefully dip just the head inside her as I jerked off until I shot my load. Fuuuck, shot my load inside her. I was a devout condom-wearer, and I’d never overly cared about the idea of actually coming inside someone. Sure, I’d wondered what it would feel like to fuck someone with my bare cock, but I’d never had a grunty, knuckle-dragging urge to ‘mark my woman’. I preferred knowing my vast disposable income and childfree lifestyle were safe and secure without any unexpected surprises around the corner.

But Anita was human. I couldn’t get Anita pregnant.

I also couldn’t actually fuck Anita, thanks to my big, barbed dick, but maybe she’d let me put just the tip in.

I realised my fist had begun matching the pace of her thrusting fingers. She’d stretched out the middle finger of her other hand to strum her clit, her hips bucking as her chest heaved, dark eyes hazy with lust. She was on the brink of coming. I could see it. I’d never wanted to witness anything more in my life.

I was on the brink too, ass lifting off the bench as I humped my hand and panted like I’d just taken part in a gruelling triathlon. If anyone walked into the sauna right now, I genuinely wouldn’t be able to stop. They’d just have to wait until I was done. They could even stay and watch if they wanted—I was too far gone to care.

A single spurt of cum jetted from my cock when I heard Anita let out a muffled cry. I tensed my thighs hard, pushing the orgasm back so I wouldn’t get distracted and miss a second of hers. Legs starting to shake and breaths hitching, I stared in desperation as her hips strained up and jerked, her head falling back.

Jesus, I could hear the wet sound of her fingers plunging inside her as she twitched, her slender neck arched and her toes curled up tight. That set me off. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had almost perfect control over my own body, but there was no way in hell I could stop the orgasm from slamming into me, making a guttural groan rip from my throat as I shot a huge load all over myself.

When my cock finally stopped spurting, my head started to pound. I was dehydrated as shit. This was probably the worst place possible to actively work up a sweat and drain my body. I’d have to double up on my water and electrolytes consumption for the rest of the day. Anita probably should too. Would I seem like a jackass if I told her? I just didn’t want her to have to work all day with a pounding headache. She’d seemed to come as hard as I had, and we’d been in here for a while. Probably too long.

But I couldn’t move as I stared up at the ceiling and tried to slow my dual heart rate, my legs still splayed carelessly, cock softening and cum cooling on my front. When I heard Anita delicately clear her throat, I lifted my heavy head to blearily look at her.

Her towel was already wrapped back around her, and she looked completely normal and put together except for the soft, sated gleam in her eyes. Lifting her brows, she gave me a pointed look, then glanced at the sauna door.

Right. Shit. Public place. Anita may have enjoyed seeing my exquisite cock and balls, but that didn’t mean anyone else here wanted to, at least not without prior warning.

I suddenly realised with a hint of alarm that I had a slight issue. My towel was a nice, crisp white, and my cum—of which there was a lot—was a smoky black.

Ah.

I stared down at my front in silence, then tugged the towel out from under me with a sigh and mopped up. How could I expect my housekeeper to wash this? That seemed like an abuse of power somehow. Maybe even a biohazard.

Ugh, I’d have to wash it myself. I hadn’t done laundry since I was kid. Not since I’d spent every Sunday night almost crying in frustration as I sat surrounded by the mountains of my siblings’ freshly washed and dried clothes. It had taken me hours to fold everything. By the time I’d gone to college, Mom had had a much better job and was able to do more around the house. She’d insisted I take my laundry home every weekend. I’d wondered a few times if she felt guilty about how much I’d done while we were struggling, but we’d never talked about it.

Once I was no longer streaked with cum, I tucked my junk back into my shorts and stared in horror at the dark smears all over the towel. Maybe I could just dump a load of bleach over it. Surely there was bleach under the kitchen sink at home. I just couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked under there.

When the door to the sauna swished open, I jumped out of my skin and hastily threw the towel over my lap, making sure the stained side wasn’t visible. A human guy sauntered in, gave me a nod that I returned with a casual jerk of my chin, and settled on a bench directly opposite the door.

I looked over at Anita, and we stared at each other in silence. Now that my brain wasn’t melting from horniness, I felt uncertainty start to creep in.

What the fuck was that?

How was I supposed to act around her now? She was sending ridiculously mixed signals. Telling me she wanted to maintain a professional boundary, then accosting me in the sauna to give me a world-class demonstration on how she liked to make herself come.