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Thnnks to Naomi for prompting the publication of this story.

Maria felt she needed to be alone for a couple of days to sort herself out. Through the internet she had struck up a relationship with a woman which had gathered the potential of becoming bigger than both of them. She had never seen her, let alone met her, but this woman had come to exercise a very powerful influence on her life. She felt a very strong attraction or better addiction to this woman and the fantasies and sexual desires they exchanged seemed to be very much in tune.

Both knew which button to press to send shivers down the other’s spine, make her skin tingle, start off the butterflies in the other’s tummy and set juices flowing. Envisaging scenes with each other they had both brought themselves off on their own time and time again. The urge to put a face to the fantasy and make things real had become very intense. But Maria knew that every new development, every new exchange between them had the potential of taking her to a point of no return. So she had picked a remote spa hotel by the sea in Sweden wanting to pamper herself and get away from it all.

Her arrival was on a grey day and she was one of the few guests. She had arrived in the late morning, checked in walked around a bit and decided that a session in the pool and a subsequent sauna and a massage would be a good start to her quiet weekend. It would allow her to sweat out all her tension and confusion.

So she put on her swimsuit, took the fluffy white bathrobe and slippers from the wardrobe in her room and went down to the pool. She swam for a while and then went into the sauna. There was a towel on one of the benches so she placed hers on one of the others, reclined and closed her eyes. She loved the feeling of the heat building up and penetrating her and when she looked, she could see beads of perspiration forming on her skin. Normally she did not sweat quite so quickly and she smiled to herself thinking that she had made the right decision since she clearly had a lot of sweat to lose.

Not wanting to overdo things in the first round she got up after some minutes, briefly stepped under the shower, put on her bathrobe and went outside on a platform by the sea. She normally did not like the cold, but here she found it wonderfully fresh and invigorating and the heat from the sauna had warmed her enough. It was misty and she could hear the waves more than she could see them. As she was looking out into the shifting mist she suddenly thought that she was seeing a re-enactment of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus”.

A naked woman was coming out of the swirling mist and the sea. She was of average height and her figure was mature, well rounded but not flabby. She had short grey hair and made no pretense at covering herself. Now Maria knew whose towel she had seen in the sauna. With Scandinavian nudist nonchalance the woman ambled across the sand and Maria was immediately taken by the sway of her breasts and hips and by the dark triangle at the base of her round belly. Her thighs were sturdy and her back was straight. As she came closer Maria discerned her face which was lined by life and laughter. A faint smile encompassed her lips and a pair of bright eyes looked directly at her. They seemed both curious and kind. Her body was firm from the cold and her nipples stood out erect and prominent.

Maria did not know what made her do it, but as the woman approached she opened her gown and without the slightest hesitation, as if a warm woman welcoming her with an open gown was exactly what she had expected or wished for, the woman walked up to her, placed Artvin Escort her arms around Maria’s waist and rested her head on her shoulder. The cold of her body made Maria take in a sharp breath but also she felt a tingle and loved the feeling of the hard, cold nipples pressing into her breasts. She closed her gown around the two of them and they stood for a while holding each other.

“Maria,” she thought to herself. “Are you crazy? What the hell are you doing here stark naked on a cold, grey and wintery Swedish beach with a completely strange and completely naked woman in your arms?”

After a while she did begin to feel a chill and said: “Why don’t we go back into the sauna? By the way, I am Maria.”

“I am Lydia,” the woman replied with a smile.

“Pleased to meet you, Lydia,” Maria said as she draped her gown around both their shoulders and steered Lydia back to the sauna. The heavy wooden door creaked and closed behind them. Maria led Lydia to the woman’s towel and still smiling at her she sat down.

“Let’s get you nice and warm again,” she said. Picking up a scratchy glove she stood before her and took one of her arms. Lydia complied willingly as Maria started to rub each finger of her hand and in between and worked her way over her palm and the back of her hand, her wrist and arm rubbing both inside and outside. When she had finished with one arm Lydia lowered it and held out the other for Maria to start on. There too she was very thorough. Rubbing the inside of her upper arm and her arm-pit she, seemingly innocently but not quite unintentionally, came in contact with the side of Lydia’s ample breast. Lydia did not flinch.

Then Maria motioned for her to lie down and started on Lydia’s feet, rubbing carefully between each toe, as she had done with the hands. For some time she kneaded her feet before working her way up her calves and onto her knees, which she spread without prompting. Her gaze was drawn to the woman’s mound and she was mesmerized by fleshy cleft. She wanted to touch her there but some silly fear of finding herself rebuked held her back.

“But why should she want to rebuke me?” Maria asked herself. “After all, she accepted the offer of my gown and my warm body? And displayed as she is before me? I don’t know. The mind is a silly thing”.

So instead of gently drawing a finger-tip along that tempting crack she said: “You look very beautiful and I love the furry patch.”

“Yes, I prefer it that way. I don’t shave,” Lydia replied as if they were talking about the most natural thing in the world. Maria continued to softly caress the inside of Lydia’s thigh.

“I have had a hair removal job done and after a second try it seems to be holding out. But I like your bush. Leave it as it is.”

“Who the hell does she think she is?” Lydia thought to herself. “Telling me what to do or not do with my pubes.” But she said nothing and smiled as Maria started to softly rub her belly and her hands moved up to her breasts. Lydia’s nipples became hard again as the rough material of the glove scratched them.

“Tweak them, Maria,” she said, and Maria complied. “Harder,” Lydia said and began to writhe under Maria’s ministrations and softly purred as she began to squeeze and tweak both nipples at the same time.

“Not so fast, Honey-Child,” Maria thought to herself and after a little while released her grip on Lydia’s nipples. “Let’s take this nice and slow, shall we?” she said. “And let’s work on your back first.”

With a look of some disappointment but also with an intrigued smile Lydia turned over on her towel.

For Artvin Escort Bayan some time Maria worked on Lydia’s shoulders and back rubbing the sides of her breasts every now and again with ever less doubtful intentions. By that time, both began to ooze sweat again and their bodies were glistening.

“Lydia,” Maria said. “I am going to give you a body massage. Do you know what that is?”

“I have been to Pat Pong,” was Lydia’s soft reply and Maria noticed that she spread her legs a little. So she climbed on to her to lie on her back and started to rub her whole body against Lydia. With the insides of her feet she rubbed up and down the back of Lydia’s thighs and calves. Her arms were working on Lydia’s arms. Her chest was rubbing Lydia’s back and she nibbled her ear lobes.

She also started to rub her mound in the crack between Lydia’s large buttocks. Soon she felt Lydia respond as she raised her bum with every motion to meet Maria’s grinding thrust. Her own desires rose and she knew the dampness between her legs was not form sweat alone, so she slid down Lydia’s back in order to feast on her majestic behind.

Maria rubbed her tits around her massive cheeks and slid a breast along the vale between them to rub her erect nipple in Lydia’s brown pucker. Then she pulled back a little, placed her hands on Lydia’s cheeks and parted the clouds.

The depth of Lydia’s valley was dark and in the middle shone a beautiful star which was actually winking at her with her pleasurable contractions. She pulled a little more and the star spread to reveal a wonderful pink entrance. Slowly she advanced and touched the pink flesh with the tip of her tongue and felt Lydia jolt a little from the unexpected yet so desired contact.

Maria could feel Lydia extending her sphincter to meet her probing tongue and as she pushed it a little further she could feel the contraction of the muscle around its tip. For some time Maria softly fucked Lydia’s arse with her tongue and from her moans she could tell that Lydia on cloud nine.

Eventually both women glistened with sweat and Maria began to find the heat as well as her excitement a strain. So she slid off Lydia to sit beside her and instead of her tongue plunged her hand between Lydia’s ample cheeks.

Having noticed before how pleasurable she found stimulation there Maria placed her thumb right on her rosebud and started to roll it around going gently deeper and deeper. Lydia offered no resistance. Instead she raised her bum and soon Mari’s thumb was in her hot and tight hole up to and beyond the first knuckle and she could feel the sphincter clinging to it.

Maria slid two fingers further down into the rich folds of Lydia’s femaleness and found her entrance welcoming and well prepared. Before long she added a third and with her little finger started to uncover Lydia’s clitoris which by now was protruding and aching for attention. She began to roll it around. For some time she played her like that.

Time and time again she brought her close to boiling point only turn down the heat just before she was about to boil over and to start off again once she had sufficiently calmed. She delighted in feeling the power she had over the woman as she watched her squirming under her manipulations.

Finally Lydia got the better of her and, more quickly than Maria had envisaged, she came in a violent orgasm that left the sauna bench wet from more than their combined sweat. Maria left her hand were it was but did not more it anymore and rested on her back again to nuzzle in the nape of her shoulder.

For some time the two Escort Artvin women remained like as they were while Lydia recovered her breath. Then she stirred and said: “Will you come into the sea with me to cool off?”

Ever since Maria had lived in the tropics she distained water temperatures of less than 27° C but here and now it seemed the right thing for her to do and to go along and do what these hardy Scandinavians did. Grabbing their towels the two women rose and ran from the sauna cabin,

Naked as the day they were born, the two old biddies ran down to the shore with tits and butts wobbling, holding hands, giggling and laughing and squealing like a pair of teenagers. They dropped their towels as they reached the water and plunged in. Maria thought her heart would stop. They threw themselves into the waves several times and then ran out again.

With their feet still in the water Lydia pulled Maria close and kissed her deeply. Then they picked up their towels, draped them around their shoulders and each with her arm around the other’s waist hurried back to the warmth of the cabin where they plunged into the warm pool. Maria was quite breathless and her body was alive from the sexual arousal and the rapid changes in temperature but she felt wonderfully complete and alive. This was where she wanted to be.

Already while they were running down to the sea Maria had noticed that the mists had cleared and now, looking out of the window from the cabin they could see the display of a glorious sunset. They left the pool, wrapped their hair in towels, put on fluffy bath robes and pulled two large and comfortable wicker recliners so that they could lay back and enjoy the sunset.

Maria stretched out and extended her hand to Lydia who took it and held it. Then, speaking in a very quiet voice she whispered, “Lydia, from now on, whenever I shall see a pink sky like this, I will think of the pink flesh in the middle of your rosebud.” Lydia smiled to herself and even blushed a little.

Exhausted from recent events and feeling wonderfully relaxed Maria dozed off.

When she awoke, the sun had set. It was dark outside and when she looked across to Lydia’s recliner she was saddened to see it empty. Only Lydia’s towel was left. Maria stood up, picked up the towel and raised it to her nose hoping to find some trace of the woman there. But there wasn’t any, and suddenly she felt quite cold and alone.

She hurried to her room jumped under the warm shower, dried her hair and quickly dressed to go down to dinner. She had no idea of Lydia’s second name and no idea of a room number and hoped to find her in the restaurant. But there was no sight of her there.

Feeling let down and disappointed Maria went to look for her hoping to find her in the bar. But there too she drew a blank. Lydia had vanished and feeling very lonely Maria went back to her room and crawled into bed. She spent a very restless night with her fingers while the wild events of the afternoon were going round and round in her head.

She woke early the next morning and quickly went down to breakfast hoping to catch Lydia there. But again there was no sign of her. For a long time she sat stirring her tea and hoping she would turn up.

Eventually the time approached for her to start making her way back to the airport. As she checked out she asked the girl at the counter whether she could leave a message for a guest.

“Of course you can, Madam,” said the girl. “What is the room number?”

“Well that is what I don’t know. You see, we were in the sauna together yesterday afternoon and all I know is that her name is Lydia.”

“No problem” the girl said. She looked at her computer screen typed a few keys but then shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Madam, we don’t have a guest by that name.”

Heart broke and in a daze Maria stepped into the waiting airport pick-up.

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