Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape (2 page)

T
he dry sauna
was thick with hot air, and my shoulders relaxed immediately as my skin soaked up the heat. It was dark, but small windows near the ceiling let in a bit of moonlight.

I bit my lip, realizing everyone here also took heed of the
clothing optional
status of this part of the property. There were three levels of benches stacked around the sauna, with wooden walls paneling us in. Two women sat quietly near one another, their breasts hanging for me to see, and a couple of guys sat on different benches, their cocks resting between their legs.

Thankfully, it was dark enough that I couldn’t get a clear view—not that I wanted to. Sure, they were naked, but this wasn’t some orgy retreat. People were just relaxing without their clothes on.
Nothing more than that
, I told myself, as I set my towel on the highest bench and exhaled.

I closed my eyes and felt my skin begin to drip with sweat. I leaned back and let the drama of my friends and the stresses of work continue to evaporate into the air around me. The door opened and closed a handful of times, but I kept my eyes shut and just reveled in the quiet. Completely relaxed, I decided to lie down on my towel.

I opened my eyes and realized I was alone. everyone else must have cleared out while I rested. Feeling a bit more free, I glanced nervously around the empty room. Sweat dripped between my breasts and across my thighs.

Remembering how I’d felt when I walked past the guys in the serenity garden, and my desire to have a taste of liberation, I turned my back to the door and untied the strings of my top. Smiling, I let my large, round breasts drop against my sweaty skin.

My nipples were still hard. I didn’t trust myself to take off my bottoms; with no one there I had an idea where my fingers might travel. Sure, I wanted to feel liberated for a moment, but I didn’t want to explore some sort of PDA with myself.

I lay down on my towel, my hands resting against my flat stomach. I was overly aware of the rise and fall of my chest as sweat continued to pool between my breasts. Licking my lips, I thought of the guy in the serenity garden—stoned or not, he was hot.

Lost in thought, I startled as the door to the sauna opened once again. As if reading my mind, the garden guy sauntered in, with a towel covering his dick but nothing else.

“Looks like you found your way after all,” he said, smiling at me. In the dark I could make out a faint dimple in his cheek, and silently willed him to turn around so I could see if he had a matching one on his butt cheek.

Answering my silent desire, he turned to grab another towel from the stack in the corner. As he did, he revealed that his perfectly shaped ass had a dimple on the lower left side.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked, before sitting down with his back to me.

“Oh, nothing,” I answered, swallowing my desire. “Just relaxing.”

“So you decided to take off your top, but keep the bottoms?” he asked.

“What? How do you know what I have on or off?” I asked.

“There’s a bikini top on the bench next to you.”

My eyes flitted over and I saw my crumbled top. “Yeah, it got really hot in here.”

“It can get hotter.” He paused, and for a second I wondered if he knew what I wanted to do with him, what my heat still craved. “Mind if I add some steam?”

“Not at all,” I answered, realizing with a hint of disappointment that he wasn’t coming on to me. He’d probably been looking at Willow.

But honestly, I didn’t care what he did in here, as long as I could watch him do it.

He stood and climbed up the bench to the corner, where a basin of water sat next to the steaming coals. I willed myself to look away, and not indulge in looking at his cock. We were at a sauna, not some sex club. And what was I thinking anyway? Just because I thought he was hot didn’t mean he wanted to make my pussy come.

“You nervous or something?” he asked as my fingers tapped the wooden bench.

“Um, nope,” I said, and then, unable to help myself, I turned my head just as he stretched his torso, ladling water onto the coals.

His cock was about twelve inches from my mouth and I imagined a girl like Willow would be bold enough to take hold of what she wanted. Not for the first time, a twinge of jealousy crept through me.

“What is it?” he asked. “You don’t like what you see?” He gave me a smirk with raised eyebrows; I met his gaze head on.

My friends thought I was a scaredy-cat, but they had no idea where my mind went when I imagined getting it on with a guy. My mind was dirty in ways I’d never reveal to them, but I wouldn’t have minded exploring some of those fantasies with a stranger. Maybe it was the perfect way to experiment with my hidden desires. My body spoke louder than my rational mind.

Embodying Willow, I decided to say what I was thinking. “I don’t think I got a good enough look,” I said, my voice stretching across us, the dry steam rising as he made a quarter turn, now standing directly on the bench below where I sat.

With his cock right in my face.

If I leaned in, I could have pressed my mouth against his shaft. Instead, I leaned back and took a full frontal, unabashed look at his well-trimmed groin.

His cock was big, way bigger than the cocks of the college boys I’d been with. He was easily eight inches long, and wasn’t even hard. If my thumb met my middle finger the space wouldn’t be large enough for his girth. I squirmed on the hot bench just imagining his hardness entering me—it would be too much.

But it had been a long time; at this point I would make him fit.

“So what do you think now?” he asked, dropping down, resting his large forearms against my knees.

“I think I’m wet.” I bit my lip, not able to believe I’d actually said that. But my words caused a greedy look to flash through his brown eyes, which were now clear. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, teasing me.

“Then why don’t you take a look yourself?” I asked.

He rubbed his hand across his chin, and gave a small laugh, liking the way I egged him on. Then, without any hesitation, he began pulling at the bottoms of my swimsuit.

I raised my ass slightly to help him ease the thin material off. I was glad I’d had a wax a few days earlier—mostly in case of a Kyle-break-room fantasy, but this was better.

This was real.

I leaned back on my arms and jutted out my breasts, giving him permission to do whatever he liked.

He pressed his hand between my thighs and moaned in desire as he felt the slick space where my pussy had responded to seeing his giant cock less than a foot from my face.

“You’re so wet,” he said, as he pulled my thighs apart with his hand. He slapped my skin with desire and I let out a yelp.

I wanted to give in, I really did. I wanted him to release me of my pent-up desire, the pulsing need that had started earlier back in the bathroom at the cabin. I wanted him to take care of me, but we weren’t alone. We were at a public resort, and anyone could walk in any moment.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked, not wanting to utter the words that could stop his fingers from grazing across my inner thighs. His mouth was dangerously close to making contact with my skin.

“You can be the lookout—because, girl, you’re staying right where you are.” He grabbed my ass and pulled me forward so that my butt cheeks were just at the edge of the bench. I nodded my head in understanding…. Understanding that everything that was about to take place had to do with my pussy and his mouth. I would watch to see if the door moved even the slightest bit. I hoped to God it didn’t.

Leaning back on the bench, I watched as his head dipped lower, as he knelt in front of me. His arms wrapped around my thighs, and he grabbed my ass. His mouth met the folds of my pussy and I felt myself tighten at the sensation.

It had been so long, and never like this. I felt wanted—desired—and a smile crossed my mouth, realizing I didn’t even know this guy’s name. I didn’t need to. In this moment, all I needed was his tongue running along the folds of my pussy, lapping up the juice that flowed out.

His tongue found my clit, and instead of brushing past it like most inexperienced guys I’d been with, he let his lips engulf me. Pressing deeper into my wet pussy, he sucked hard on my round, pulsing bulb, causing me to grab his hair with my hands and run my fingers through it.

Holding on as he sucked me hard, I let out soft moans, my skin prickling as the steam died down around us—but I needed more relief than that.

“It’s so hot,” I moaned, not wanting to complain, because honestly I’d rather have died than have him stop what he was doing.

He leaned back slightly, and pointed to the basin of water beside me. “Pour some over your tits, that will cool you down.”

Nodding wordlessly, I used the ladle to gather water, then arched my back and poured the cool liquid over my neck, my chest, letting it drip down my already wet thighs.

“More,” he demanded, and I did as I was told. I poured water across his slick chest, and then, not able to resist pressing my hands against his chiseled abs, I rubbed my hands greedily across his ripped muscles.

“Now, lean back,” he commanded. “I’m not through with you.”

I listened, breathing deeply, pressing my fingers back down to my heat, leading him where I wanted him to go.

“That’s better,” he said, and then he grabbed my tits with both hands. He didn’t press his mouth on my nipples, like I expected. Instead, he just used his fingers to rub them in circles. I continued to press my fingers against my pussy, suddenly wanting to come like I knew I could.

There had been one time, with my trusty vibe, that I had squirted my pussy juice across the duvet of my queen bed. That had happened after Kyle had spoken to me at work, complimenting me on my shoes of all things. I’d gone straight home that night and burrowed under my covers, with my favorite erotica loaded on my Kindle. I’d climaxed in a way I never had before, thinking only of him.

But I knew this would be better. I wanted it to be better. I wanted this guy’s strong hands deep inside, pressing my g-spot until I came all over him. Asking for what I wanted, I took his right hand and guided it between my legs.

“Deep,” I said, panting now. “Deep and hard.”

He pressed his other arm across my chest, holding me in place, and began stretching the folds of my pussy. One finger became two, as if he knew exactly what I needed.

“I didn’t think you’d like it rough,” he said.

“Not rough,” I said, breathlessly, “just deep.”

I moaned as he flicked his fingers inside my walls, causing a tremble to roll through me.

“Harder,” I said, desperate now.

He pressed a third finger in my dripping gap, and my torso bolted upwards. My thighs clenched, as if I were scared to keep going.

“It’s what you asked for,” he told me, holding me back, just like I needed. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was scared, suddenly, of what would happen once I let loose like I really wanted. Sex like this would ruin me for ordinary fucks the rest of my life.

He went harder and faster now, but not in a way that hurt; this was all pleasure, all the way. His fingers inched into me, finding the spot that would give me release.

“Oh, fuck,” I screamed. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” I gripped the edge of the bench and watched as my come gushed over his arm, onto his chest. I didn’t care what happened next, if someone walked in or not. All I wanted was for it to happen again, and it did.

“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good,” he said, his voice gravelly, his breath fast. He liked this too. “Your pussy is so happy right now.”

“More,” I gasped, and he listened. He added a fourth finger, and now my lips were stretched wide enough for his cock.

If he would give it, I would be ready. He pounded me hard with his fingers, and once again I let my come flow, splashing him in the face, on his mouth, and I watched as he licked his lips and moaned, as I climaxed in a way I never had before.

Just then, the door gave a loud creak, and began to open.

“Fuck,” he said, grabbing the towel off the bench beside him, wiping the come off his chest. He stood with the towel shielding his giant cock from the view of the person walking in. I could only imagine how hard and stiff it was, and I wished he’d let me touch it.

With ragged breaths, I closed my legs and regained composure, but barely. I watched him jet out of the sauna without a single look back. His muscular shoulders flexed as he opened the door and ducked away. I squeezed my thighs, not looking up at whoever had just entered. I had been undone—and I needed more.

A woman sat down opposite me and I turned away, my orgasm still shuddering through me. I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to stand, needed to follow him out. I took a tentative step forward, shaking as I moved. He had satisfied me in a way I’d never known.

I walked out of the sauna, grabbing my suit and wrapping the skimpy towel around me, scanning the dressing room for his hard chest. The cool air was such a contrast to the heat I’d just experienced. Catching my breath, I tried to find my mystery guy.

But the room was empty. No one was there. I pulled on my boots and bathrobe and walked out toward the soaking tubs, but I still couldn’t find him.

Sighing in frustration, I contemplated my next move. In all reality, I had just gotten what I needed. My legs still shook, and I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Besides, I wasn’t going to traipse around the resort looking for him like a desperate freak.

I quickly had to come to terms with the fact that this had been a one-off, a solitary orgasm that I would never forget.

U
sing
the flashlight to make sure I didn’t trip, I entered the now-quiet cabin. I hadn’t been gone for even an hour, but the long day of travel must have caught up with my friends.

Well, the travel and the merlot. Callie and Willow were both on their beds, in cozy clothes, and out cold.

I rifled through my bag quietly, looking for pajamas. Once my sweats and tank top were in hand, I went to the small kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of icy-cold chardonnay from the fridge. After pouring myself a glass, I corked the bottle and headed to the bathroom. More than anything else, I needed a cooling bath.

Opening my toiletries bag, which was already on the counter, I took out a bottle of calming lavender essential oil. I ran a bath, adding a few drops of oil to the rising water as I took several large gulps of wine. Slipping off my robe, I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. I tried to see my body as the guy who’d just gone down on me would see it. He’d seemed ravenous, as needy as I was, and I tried to see what had made me so desirable to him.

For the first time in my life, it felt obvious. It wasn’t about my breasts or my waistline. It was about one thing:
I knew what I wanted and asked for it.

He responded to my call in ways I’d never imagined. Was that what I’d missed all those years, hiding behind the fear of rejection? Maybe I could have been experiencing sex like that all along, if only I had been willing to say what I wanted.

Stepping into the now-full tub, I sank down in the warm water. I leaned my head back, with my eyes closed, savoring what had just happened to me. So much of it had been deliciously hot, but as I recalled the time in sauna, there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind no matter how hard I tried:

His cock. His thick, hard cock.

I never got to feel it, suck it, claim it as mine for as long as he pressed into my pussy. He’d left before I got a chance to return the favor by running my lips against his shaft and licking his balls, pressing his dick between my tits as he came. He’d left too soon.

Frustrated, I had to stand up and turn the shower on cold. My pussy was worn out, and I couldn’t put my fingers inside to release the rising ache. Letting the spray of cool water cover me, I tried to get the image out of my mind. It was difficult, and I knew falling asleep would be miserable.

After drying off, I had a few more swallows of the chardonnay and got dressed for bed knowing I was going to keep that encounter to myself in the morning.

It was my secret.

* * *

T
he next day
, Willow, Callie, and I went to the café on the property for warm coffee and French toast. It filled me up, but not like I wanted. I could hardly look at my girlfriends, scared they would see in my eyes that something had changed. I figured my sexual awakening was written all over my face.

I had woken a little annoyed, too—why
had
he ditched me? My self-confidence had begun to wane as I considered the possibilities. Maybe he’d lost interest in me after our time in the sauna.

“Why are you so quiet?” Callie asked, as she took a sip of the dark roast.

“Yeah, you didn’t even tell us about the soaking tubs. Are they worth checking out tonight?” Willow asked.

“Uh, yeah, they were really nice.”

“So you went in a tub?” Callie pressed.

“Oh, uh, no. I went in the sauna, actually.”

“Was it very crowded?” Willow asked, pouring syrup on her French toast. “I hate it when there are a ton of people breathing down my back when I’m trying to relax.”

“Not too busy,” I said, not wanting to say anything more. I didn’t trust myself. And how could I explain what I had done? They probably wouldn’t even believe it.

“So it wasn’t too busy, no one was on top of one another?” Callie asked.

I choked on my coffee. Trying to recover from their confused looks, I sputtered out, “Not on top exactly,” I said.
More like, on bottom.

“Okay, well let’s go tonight then. It will feel good after my hike,” Willow said.

“Oh, you have a hike today?” I asked.

“Yep, but there are only three of us signed up so far. Do you want to come?”

“No, that’s not really my thing.”

“Well, I know what you should do today,” Willow went on. “You should find a cute guy and make out. You need a little fun.”

“Make out, huh?”

“Well, it’s not like you’d do much else with a stranger,” Callie said, laughing as she took a bite of the egg-dipped challah bread.

Rolling my eyes, I was reminded of how my friends saw me.

Just then the group of guys, my garden guy included, walked into the cafe. Not wanting to catch his eye—honestly, a little embarrassed after he’d ditched me so fast last night—I looked down and added a packet of sugar to my coffee, stirring aggressively.

“Watch what you’re doing,” Callie whined, as my coffee splashed on her sweater sleeve.

“Sorry,” I said quietly, not daring to look up.

“It’s the guys from the lobby,” Willow said discreetly. “Which one do you like? I honestly would do any of them.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” Callie asked directly. “Blaine and I fought every night the last few months until we broke up, so it’s been a while.”

“It’s been a dry spell for me, too,” Willow admitted.

“No way,” I said. “You’re the one who always has a good story.”

“I’m not lying,” Willow said. “It’s been at least six weeks. The guys in the city are so boring and redundant. I want someone who will mix things up, do something crazy. Or at least be inventive.”

Callie and I laughed at this, but I was guessing it was for different reasons. If Willow wanted exciting, she should hook up with my garden guy. Not that I wanted her to.

“Well, I think the one with the short blond hair is cute,” Callie admitted. “He’s rugged and athletic—the opposite of Blaine, who wears grungy band tee shirts everyday. Not that I’m interested in guys this weekend,” she clarified once more.

“I know, but we can dream, right?” Willow said, looking in the guys’ direction as they sat down. “The one with the dark hair is totally checking you out, Court.”

I eked out an “Oh, yeah?” but still didn’t dare look up. If only she knew what he had already checked out.

“Well, he’s all yours. I’d do either of the other guys,” she said, laughing. “Man, when did we all get so horny?”

“I have a massage in a few hours, so what are you gonna do all alone, Courtney?” Callie asked.

“Umm, I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe take a nap?” I imagined a quiet cabin and the vibe I packed. My sexual awakening seemed to have dimmed in the light of day, and I couldn’t even make eye contact with my guy. Maybe I wasn’t as adventurous as I’d imagined.

If my pussy was going to get any more action, it would likely have to be whatever I provided.