Steam Bath
The cold had seeped all the way to our bones, it seemed. We stepped into the steam room naked, as Europeans do. It was empty, and we laid our towels side by side on a wooden bench. Donna is almost my height, blonde, with breasts like firm cantaloupes, a flat stomach from daily workouts, and a carefully cropped pussy. She sat on the bench next to me, and we both inhaled the mentholated steam and welcomed the penetrating heat. After a few minutes, the door opened and a young woman with...