//**DISCLAIMER** Don’t do this IRL. Hypo/hyperthermia sucks balls, and not in the fun way. Now on to the show//
He couldn’t shiver, he thought to himself. If he got hypothermia, even just once, she’d never do this with him again. He focused on anticipating the pleasure to come; the thought of what she would do to him sparked the urge to masturbate. But that would spoil the fun. He thought of her, sitting in the sauna, not 10 feet away from him but still out of his reach.
The heavy metal door to the freezer shrieked open and his heart stopped. There she was, the doorway framing her heavenly sculpted body: wide sumptuous hips that invited you to bury your face between those muscled thighs, small but perky breasts, hair up in a ponytail, and steam and sweat rising off her glistening skin. Her eyes pierced right through his soul and froze him in place. She slowly sashayed over as he began to tremble.
“Lie down for me, hun,” she spoke smoothly, sending goosebumps and shivers down his neck and spine, and he immediately complied. The bench he had been sitting on now became a bed as he waited for the warm touch of his mistress.