FULL STORY: [FFM] Summer Trip to a Swedish Sauna [True Story]

Two female friends and I spent a few days in Sweden last summer. One of our bucket list items was to go to one of the famous saunas. We wanted to experience the sauna together rather than get separated, so we chose a co-ed sauna (most of them are co-ed anyway).

I was excited to experience this cultural staple, and also excited to be nude in this casual environment. Basically, it was a fun excuse to be naked in semi-public without any danger. Additionally, I have to admit I was looking forward to seeing my friend Abby unclothed. Our other friend Sara would be naked too of course, but I had slept with her back in the states and so there was nothing to be revealed in that department.

Abby, a small but feisty Vietnamese girl, was someone I had enjoyed flirting with over the years, but we were never single at the same time and I always wondered if maybe I just wasn’t her type. We had reached a point where we were flirt-friends, constantly flirting but with a mutual understanding that it would likely not advance beyond that.

We drove to the high-end sauna out in the Swedish countryside (the Västra Götaland region to be specific). The drive was beautiful and relaxing, but a bit of drive from Stockholm.

We got to the Sauna, checked in at the front desk, and were escorted to the changing rooms. We found our locker and began stuffing it with our bags and shoes. We all stood looking at each other, realizing that we were about to casually strip nude in front of each other. After a brief moment of tension we all laughed and began to disrobe.

I tried not to be too obvious with my gaze, but just the anticipation of seeing Abby’s bare body caused my dick to start growing. I focused on my breathing to ensure I would not get properly hard, as that is both against the sauna etiquette and would make for an undeniably awkward sauna experience for the three of us.

I faced the locker as I pulled off my shirt and pants. I didn’t want to look over at the undressing girls, but I could hear that they were done changing so I hurried up and pulled off my boxer-briefs. My slightly grown cock slapped against my thigh as my briefs dropped. I put the briefs in our locker and closed it, before turning to face the girls.

As soon as I turned, I caught Abby staring. She immediately looked up at my eyes and then turned around with a big smile “Ok let’s go!” We all silently recognized the funny moment and Sara gave me a knowing smile, apparently amused at her friend’s reaction to my size. I wondered if she had told Abby about my dick beforehand.

We left the locker room and entered the first stage of the experience which was a cold shower. We entered the shower room and each stood under separate shower heads. I turned the knob and was shocked by the cold stream of water that began to run over my body. I adjusted to the temperature and could feel my previously pumped up cock begin to deflate. Probably for the best.

I snuck a few glances of Abby showering, it was hard not to. Her tiny frame glimmered as the cold water covered her tan skin. Her boobs were small but pert, little B-Cup delights. Her ass was just a bit bigger than I expected, nicely round and clearly taut, yet not without some jiggle as she moved underneath the cold water.

I had to turn away from the girls as staring at Abby’s bubble butt had counteracted the shrinking effects of the cold water; my cock was not erect, but was filling out quickly, hanging heavily between my legs.

“Hey,” Abby said with excitement in her voice.

Instinctively I spun around to face her, forgetting about my now fully thickened member. My quick turn caused my cock to swing between my legs a few times, my cock head bumping each of my thighs before settling down, centered. The animated movements of my dick were too much to ignore, “Sh— should we go?” Abby stuttered, as I once again caught her downward glance returning up to my eye line.

“Yeah, sure.”

We turned off our respective showers and made our way through the doors at the end of the room into our own private sauna. (We had reserved it weeks earlier.)

The room was coated in warm light. As I entered the heat hit me like a wall, instantly my breathing slowed as the thick hot air filled my mouth and nostrils. The small wooden room was lined with a single bench that went all the way around, and then a second bench right above and behind it that also ran the circumference of the room. Sara laid down on the first bench, Abby and I stepped up to the second bench and sat down, near each other, but not side by side.

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, letting the intense heat and steam overtake our bodies. I could see out of my peripheral that Abby’s eyes were closed. I took a risk and looked her up and down. My mouth watered at her shaved pussy, her plump pussy lips were perfectly housed between her tan legs, dotted with water droplets, condensation from the steam. All I wanted was to open her legs, get my face in-between them, and push my tongue into her sweet cunt as far as it could go.

Her eyes remained closed so I remained looking. Only a few more moments, I told myself. I looked at her breasts, supple yet subtle, each topped with a delicious brown nipple. I closed my eyes, I had looked long enough. I was immobilized by the heat, and chose to imagine that if I were to open my eyes, I would see Abby standing above me, rubbing her clit, muffling her moans.

“Should we add some steam?” Abby’s question to the room woke me from my heat induced erotic haze.

“Yeah, I’ll do it.” Sara responded.

“No you look comfy, don’t get up.” chirped Abby. She then got up and carefully made her way down to the lower bench and then to the floor. She walked over to the sauna stones, each stride accompanied by the sliding of her wet ass-cheeks, alternating one after the other as she took each step. She grabbed the large wooden ladle and filled it with water from the sauna’s built in basin. She then bent over and poured the water over the hot rocks. Her bent over pose revealed her perfect pussy once again, seated between her legs like a beautiful painting. Her pussy glimmered in the light, she was wet, but I had no way of knowing whether she was aroused or if it was from the water in the air. She held the pose as she poured, but I only got to look for a few more moments before the room filled with steam, obstructing my view.

“Thanks.” said Sara, without ever opening her eyes. Abby climbed back up to the top bench and sat down, this time a bit closer to me.

“How do you feel?” she asked me as she pushed her wet hair out of her irresistibly cute face.

“Good.” I said, with a fatigued nod.

My cock laid dormant but fully enlarged from the muggy heat, the perfect conditions for a full hang.

“Would you mind giving me a massage?” She asked, touching my forearm. “If that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.” She added, with a chuckle.

“Of course.” I replied, my words punctuated with a stifled nervous laugh.

She laid prone on the bench and turned her face towards the center of the room, laying the side of her face on the smooth warm wood.

I stood one leg on the lower bench and kneeled my other leg on our level. I placed my hands firmly on her lower back and pushed my palms into her, before slowly sliding them up her back to her shoulder blades. My cock hung above her upper thigh, my cock head dangerously close to making contact. I watched as sweat dripped off the tip of my penis and onto her luscious golden skin. I repeated my initial motion, sliding up her back again and again with increasing pressure. She let out the lightest breath of satisfaction, but it was enough to coax my hanging member, which I could now feel was filling with blood.

I panicked, “I gotta sit down for a bit.”

As I sat down she chimed in with a tired whisper, “It’s ok if you’re hard dude, I don’t mind.”

Perplexed as to how she knew, I assumed the position once again and continued kneading her back with my palms. I moved up to upper back and began working out some knots around her shoulders.

“Can you go in the other direction actually?” She asked.

Without hesitation I began to slide my hands back down to the small of her back. I was about 70% erect at this point. I continued massaging her lower back, doing circles with my palms around the dimples that sat above her ass. She laughed lightly, “You can go lower.”

My breathing had grown heavy, I was aware of it but couldn’t change it. I slowly began to work my kneading palms down, first to the top of her cheeks where I stayed for a few moments, before lowering a bit more. My hands were now digging into her thick but compact rear end, and I was savoring every moment as her fleshy ass rolled around my eagerly pushing hands.

I opened up my hands and grabbed each cheek, squeezing as I pushed them up and then pulled them back down. Her shiny wet cheeks beckoned me, and I was fully mesmerized by the rhythmic dance between my hands and her humps. Deep in fleshy captivation, I lost focus for a moment and my right hand slipped off her derrière causing me to lose balance and fall forward. I braced myself with my forearm, preventing me from falling on her, but my low hanging cock, which was already too close, slapped against the bottom of her cheeks, my puffed up cock head grazing her pussy.

“Fuck I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed in a hushed voice. I stood up immediately to see Sara had opened her eyes and was looking up at me. I looked down and saw that my dick was rock hard, flinching in time with my heart beat as my body pumped it with blood. Sara smiled knowingly and closed her eyes as she laid back down on the bench as if nothing had happened.

“It’s literally completely fine.” said Abby, still laying down on the bench. “I asked you to give me a massage in a bathhouse, I’m the weird one.”

“I think we need more steam.” I said.

“You do that.” she responded dismissively.

I walked to the front of the room and poured some water over the stones. The room filled with steam once again.

I stepped through the haze back to the hot bench, returning to my peacefully resting nymph. I stood over her, considering my good fortune.

She must have sensed my admiration, as she then reached back and grabbed my cock, wrapping her small hand around my shaft before tugging me towards her. She pulled me towards her pussy. She then stood up and faced me. “Mind sitting down?”

Of course I obliged, excited for what was to come next. She turned around, and, facing away from me, began to work my cock with a firm yet gentle grip. After a few moments, she began to lower herself down towards my full head. “Ready?” She whispered. Overwhelmed, I couldn’t form any words, so I signaled my readiness by tugging down on her hips.

I winced with pleasure as my erect cock head pierced through her tight wet entrance. The warm embrace of my cock was like a drug, it’s hard to describe the euphoria of this moment. Slowly, she slid down onto my cock and sat there for a while. I soaked in her juices while we let the steam wash over us.

“I can feel your head pulsing.” she chuckled. She squirmed a bit.

“Do you want to get up?”

“No, it’s great.”

She leaned forward and put her hands on my knees before lifting her ass slightly, then slowly lowering back onto me. She breathed deeply as she lowered. Again she lifted off my cock, higher this time, and then let out a long breath as she lowered. This meditative fucking continued. This tiny girl was using my cock as a meditation post.

Her juices slid down my cock and onto the hot wood. After a minute, they began to evaporate, filling the room with her sweet scent. I breathed in deeply, letting her sweet smell fill my lungs, as I filled her pussy.

After a minute or so of her slowly sliding her tight wet self up and down the length of my cock, she sat down on my lap, leaving my erection lodged deep inside her, pulsing still. We were both drenched in sweat and condensation from the room, and as we sat there in the heavy heat, I felt as though we were melting into each other, one steaming form of wet hot sexuality.

Subtly, gently, and without lifting off of me, she began to tilt her hips back and forth. With each tilt, the front wall of her pussy, and then rear wall, pressed against the length of my dick. Front, then back, then front, then back, over and over, but still with a sensual subtlety. I was feeling all of her, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. Slowly but surely, the pace her pelvic tilting picked up, until she was properly grinding on my cock. Somehow, it felt as though I was going deeper still. I could now feel the tip of my dick grazing her cervix with each gyration, her perfectly round ass sliding around my slippery crotch and thighs.

After a particularly intense moment of contact with her cervix, she let out a yelp of pleasure, breaking the silence we had established. She instantly covered her mouth, but it was too late. Sara, who had been ignoring our little sauna session, looked back at us. She giggled, apparently amused by the sight of her small friend stuffed with what she knew from experience was a lengthy cock.

“Enjoying yourself Abby?” Embarrassed, but seemingly still somewhat lost in pleasure, Abby nodded. Being behind her, I couldn’t see her facial expression, but Sara laughed again, before slowly getting up from her bench. “Jesus, I wasn’t able to take the whole thing like that. How are you smaller than me and still able to fit that much?”

“Not gonna lie–” Abby paused, panting, surprisingly out of breath considering the slow pace of our fucking thus far. “–I don’t think anyone has ever been this deep inside me. Like it feels like you unlocked a new section of my pussy or something.”

I smiled, not wanting to ruin the moment with words, and pulled her down by her hips, further, hoping to ‘unlock’ even more. Upon doing so, I felt my dick head slip past something, it felt almost like I had entered a small new room with my cock. “Fucking– Jesus…” Abby fell backwards against me, limp from my final push into the unexplored depths of her pussy. “For four years of college I always noticed how you held yourself. So confident, yet quiet. Now I get.” Still limp, she reached back and stroked my cheek, the first moment of non-sexual intimacy. And yet, it was sexual still. At this point, everything in the room was.

Sara sat down facing us on the bench directly across from us. “Dude that’s literally why I made my move on him during the last week of senior year. I knew something was up, he was basically teasing us for four years.” I laughed.

“I definitely wasn’t trying to tease anyone.” I went on to confirm their assumptions on my sense of self. “But yes, I was a late bloomer, but after my first few sexual encounters, I knew my length was, *notable*, I guess. So it was easy to feel good about myself.”

Sara stared at us, clearly relaxed by the steam, unbothered by our decision to turn what was supposed to be a platonic outing, into a sexual event. Abby, still laying her slight body against me, spoke up. “If you’re thinking about trying to join in, just know there is no way I am letting this cock leave my body any time soon.”

Sara nodded with a smile. “I get that. I mean of course I was thinking about it but… I wasn’t necessarily going to ask.” Sara, still staring, bit her lip. “I might just…” She kneeled down and brought her head to my crotch. She leaned in and kissed my balls.

“I’ll allow it.” said Abby. Sara, apparently not satisfied, began licking my sack, slow long strokes of her tongue stimulated me in a way I had not felt in a long time, if ever. It was as if she was just doing it for the taste, savoring every lick. “Ok that’s it. Gonna lay back down now.” She said with a laugh. I watched as she got up, and even through the low hanging steam, I could see that her slit was moist, her inner lips just barely peeking out from her labia, glistening like a jewel. She looked down. She noticed too. She laid her back on the bench in front of us and closed her eyes, returning to the placid state she had been in before. I peered over Ally’s shoulder and watched as Sara laid her hand on her pussy and, almost imperceptibly, began touching herself. “Don’t mind me.” she said to us calmly.

I had to take a moment to appreciate the situation I was in. I was balls deep in this incredibly cute girl I had known since Freshman year. She was nearly disabled with pleasure, sitting on my lap like a soaking wet rag-doll. And on top of that, a few feet in front of me, was another girl, a friend, a past fuck, touching herself as a result of my already incredibly lucky encounter with our mutual friend. At that moment, I knew I would never forget a second of this day.

My thought was interrupted by a buzz from a clock on the wall that I hadn’t even noticed was there. Sara explained, “That means we have fifteen minutes left.”

“Might need to see if we can buy more time in here.” added Abby, coming back to life.

“I’ll see what I can do.” said Sara, as she got up and covered herself with one of the provided towels. She left the sauna and a gust of cold air rushed in, waking Abby and I up out of our heated sex induced haze.

“Shit, feel my nipples!” Abby said with a laugh. I reached forward and grabbed her right breast, perfectly cup-able. Her nipple was rock hard. Gently, I pinched her nipple, released, and then pinched again. “Mmmmm.” She liked it. But to my surprise, she began to lift herself off of me. “In case we really only have fifteen minutes left…” She turned around and bent over onto the bench next to me, before gesturing backwards with her head, “…can you just…” I caught her drift. I watched as literal drips of juices fell from her lips, fully exposed for me now, plump yet compact between her impossibly taut ass cheeks.

I stood up and positioned myself behind her. I don’t know if my cock had ever been so hard, and honestly, I don’t know if I will ever get there again. It looked bigger than I had ever seen it, I could make out every single vein. I grasped my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and guided my head to her entrance. I took my time as I slid back into place, it felt like I belonged in her pussy. Like I belonged *to* her pussy. When I reached the end, when I had the entirety of my cock inside this small girl…god. I felt at peace with the world.

She then began to lean forward, pulling her tightly gripping lips down the length of my cock, before sliding back as soon as she reached the engorged ridge of my dick head. “Insane.” She said. She repeated the pull off/push in motion. And again. And again. She picked up speed as she rode the length of my cock, bent over, her face lost in a dark forest of her sweaty black hair, which swung back and forth with each of her increasingly aggressive thrusts.

She was fucking me. She was fucking me *good.* Each envelopment of my cock felt better than the last. Her thrusting into me was at this point, so forceful, (surprisingly so, for girl with such a small frame) that I had to grab onto her ass cheeks for stability. She began to gyrate as she thrusted, using her tight pink slit to work my cock like a pro. I never would have guessed she could move like this.

She kept going and I kept growing harder and closer, closer and harder, my dick could have cut diamonds, but instead it was tearing into this tiny gap between the legs of my cute friend. She must have felt me growing closer, because she suddenly SLAMMED herself against me and held still, just gyrating. And shaking. Why is she shaking? And why does it feel so good? “Oh my– shi– I’m–” She couldn’t vocalize. Only moans escaped her mouth. Yelps, panting, then another final long drawn out moan. It was too much for me. I exploded inside her, my cock sending blast after blast after blast of warm cum into her depths. Then, silence. Stillness. We remained interlocked for what felt like two or three full minutes, just basking in our synchronized orgasms.

Just then, Sara entered the Sauna. She froze. Then laughed. “I was going to tell you guys we can’t stay, there’s a reservation after us. But looks like things are wrapping up.” She said with a final laugh. “I’m gonna head to the lockers.” And with that she left us alone once again.

I began to pull myself out of Abby, but she whipped her hand back and pulled me back in by my ass cheek. “Please, just a little bit longer.” I sat inside her, soaking up her juice as my erection calmed down. It was about a minute before she said, “Ok.” I slowly pulled out of her, and watched as my cum cascaded out of her slit and onto the wooden slats below us.

I grabbed a towel and mopped up the evidence of our impromptu fuck. I looked up and Abby was standing there, staring at me. “That was… really– that was amazing. I feel like I’m floating.”

I laughed. “I’ve felt that way for the past forty-five minutes, if I’m being honest with you.”

She smiled. I couldn’t help but admire the small, sexy girl in front of me. I felt like being inside her like that had pushed me onto a higher plane of existence or something. And by the look on her face, she seemed to feel similarly. “I know we’re supposed to part ways after Sweden, but you should consider coming with us to Berlin. Sara knows all the best spots.”

“Maybe, but I’m supposed to meet up with some friends in Prague, and then we’re heading to Budapest after. But I could potentially rearrange my itinerary.”

She shrugged. “Think about it.” And with a final smile, she grabbed a towel and left the room.

I looked at the clock. I knew it was time to leave, but I wanted to live in the moment I had just experienced, if only for a bit longer. I sat there with my eyes closed, letting the steam embrace me, as I replayed the last hour, hoping that I could remember it forever.

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