Apres ski sauna

The mountain air still bit my skin when I stepped inside. Skiing all day left my legs burning, my back tight. The sauna hissed with heat the second I opened the door. I let my towel drop. Steam wrapped around me like warm silk. I sat on the wooden bench, eyes half-closed, and felt the warmth spread between my thighs. My fingers drifted lower. Slow at first. Just testing. The ache from the slopes faded, replaced by a different throb. I leaned back, spread my knees, and touched myself again—firmer this time. The wooden walls soaked up my breath. My nipples tightened in the thick heat. I circled my clit, pressing, rubbing, chasing the spark that built low in my belly. The steam thickened. My hips rocked. Every stroke grew slicker, wetter. I bit my lip, arched, and let my fingers work faster until the pleasure broke through me in tight, shuddering waves.