I nervously sat in in the sauna, a little last 9PM in nothing but a towel and sweat. Both from the heat and the nervous of what I planned (hoped) to do. After watching the antics last night, I prayed that the same man would arrive… and I would get what I vividly dreamt about.
Sitting there mentally running through what I witnessed the night before, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.
Finally after what felt like hours, the door opened. To my pleasant surprise, it was him. My god – taller, and more handsome than I realized.
With nothing but a towel around his waste, I could see his chiseled chest, abs, and strong arms. As my eyes made my way down I noticed a thick imprint of his fat cock under the thin hotel towel.
My gawking was interrupted but him greeting me with a smile. Some sort of introduction was made but entirely in Italian. Quickly realizing he didn’t speak English, I returned a flirty smile and slid over to make room on the bench.
No English I thought… guess I’ll have to go off of body language alone…