Not long ago, Wallflower had been taking a reflective stroll through the woods when she came upon a sauna. There were no obvious markings or signs, and it was nowhere near any of the residences, but it had clearly been maintained.
After that day, she decided to start using the sauna on Fridays to relax after the school week. Wallflower figured that the owner would never notice her partaking, just like anyone else wouldn’t have. The only oddity to the location, besides it’s mere existence, was a strangely persistent scent within. She didn’t know how to describe it, but it always left her feeling aroused.
Slowly, she started coming to it over the whole weekend, instead of just on Fridays. As she used the relaxing steam box more, she was exposed to that same scent again and again. After each visit, she’d started masturbating as soon as she got home before drifting off to sleep. But as it went on, she’d started taking porn on her phone and getting off in the sauna itself.
It was bad enough that she didn’t know what the smell was that was doing this to her, but even worse that she was pleasuring herself on someone else’s property. That being said, she would have been lying if she didn’t admit to getting a thrill out of the idea of being caught in the act.
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7:25 on a Friday night
This week was a particularly draining one. She had to study for and take several tests from several different classes. Most exhausting of which was one from P.E. that left her sore all over. In her stupor, she only realized after she had returned home that she had forgotten her phone in the drawer beneath the sauna’s seat.
She would have to retrieve it tomorrow night. She was too tired to do it tonight, and no one ever called or texted her anyway.
7:18 PM, the following night
There was someone in the sauna.
Wallflower knew this had to happen eventually, but why did it have to be when her phone was inside? Did they find her phone and wait for her? Was she going to get in trouble?
Already clad in her towels with her normal clothes set in a bag off to the side, she decided the best course of action was to head in and hope for an agreeable outcome.
Upon opening the sliding door, Wallflower was greeted with an absolute shock to the senses.
There was a plethora for her to process in that one moment.
The aroma that had plagued her loins burst forth like a moist slap to the face as the steam fogging the glass surged outwards. Sitting on the seat, near the thermostat, was what appeared to be the shape of a woman.
It wasn’t until the steam had cleared enough that she was only partially right.
Apparently the sauna’s owner was one Ms. Tree Hugger, an art teacher at C.H.S. Wallflower never really had much interaction with her, but from what she heard, she was very big on many hippie ideologies.
The thought of “Free Love” shot through her mind as she realized the gravity of the situation. Not only was she able to ascertain that Ms. Hugger apparently liked to use the sauna almost entirely nude, but she was also able to see first hand that a few of the rumors about her were evidently true.
In particular, that she was not one to do too much shaving and, more importantly-
that she had an equinous set of genitalia with an absurdly large pair of baby batter fabricators hanging between her legs.
Suddenly it made a lot more sense why she never chaperoned the school dances.
After a short greeting, Tree Hugger invited Wallflower to sit next to her and explained that she was “totally cool” with her using the sauna for her own, citing a logic that the box was made of mostly naturally sourced items and that all of nature’s bounty should be shared.
Wallflower didn’t know what to do after sitting down on the far side of the seat. Her phone was in the portion of the compartment underneath her newly discovered host.
Even worse, it was more precisely beneath her host’s massive nuts.
She had to do something, so she opted to come forward directly and ask for her phone.
Tree Hugger nonchalantly told Wallflower that she could simply go ahead and grab it on her own. With little recourse, Wallflower obliged.
Walking over and reaching down, she kept her eyes averted from the actively throbbing testicles inches away from her face as she rummaged about the drawer attempting to find her cell. It didn’t take long, however, for that familiar scent to assault her once more-stopping her dead in her tracks.
Wallflower immediately switched gears and instinctively took a deep breath of both the balls and rod set before her without an ounce of hesitation or a second thought. In one whiff, she had lost it. Her mind liquefied into a singular lustful desire.
All that time unwittingly getting drugged by small doses of what turned out to be the feral and virile odor of a set of steam-licked junk had made her fiercely sensitive to the stuff in full force. Her body was basically moving on impulse, her brain switched off, and she could feel her abdomen tensing up in a rhythmic pattern. It felt like her belly was preparing for something.
Still on autopilot, she proceeded to reach up and place one hand on Tree Hugger’s thigh and the other cupping only a portion of one of the hulking orbs.
She couldn’t get enough of it.
The scent was inebriating, and even among the sauna’s swelter, Tree Hugger’s wellsprings felt almost searing. The more she filled her lungs with, the more she wanted. Every breath was lighting her insides on fire. The sensation set off something primal inside. Something that urged her to satisfy her mate.
All the while, Tree Hugger was fully allowing the autonomous actions of her guest.
After a number of judgement melting inhalations, Wallflower slowly slumped down onto her back. Fully immersed in the moment, she was barely aware as Tree Hugger slipped her foot underneath her.
Tree Hugger was a consistent performer of yoga and strength training.
Wallflower, on the other hand, was a petite and young thing with little weight to her.
Thusly, it took the little miss quite by surprise when Tree Hugger effortlessly lifted her with one leg and into prime mating position.
Wallflower had tried to fool around with a few in her time, she even tried to court one of her friends she acquired after the “magical incident”. Luck was not on her side with these efforts. Most of her nights would instead end with a lot of self-care.
This meant that, while her maiden’s flower was no stranger to some rough attention, it was not at all prepared for the onslaught it was about to receive.
Tree Hugger calmly caressed her cock, continuously colliding with Wallflower’s clit in the process. Her opening was also now getting bathed directly in Tree Hugger’s fragrance. These two aspects combined made quick work of what little remaining roots of consciousness Wallflower had left. So she offered no resistance to her cherry blossom getting run through by her partner’s thick, trunk-like appendage.
Wallflower wasn’t allowed any time to ponder the loss of her purity as Tree Hugger immediately beset her bud. With all but a repeated thumb-thumping, Wallflower was locked into a loop of lust, orgasming ad nauseum as Tree Hugger made no attempt at thrusts.
It was clear that Tree Hugger gained much more satisfaction out of the pleasure of her partner than in simply rutting an available hole with foolhardy force. Given Wallflower’s receptiveness, the tenacious tensing her rod received was a welcome addition.
After a time, a sensation hit Wallflower’s insides. Tree Hugger’s seed visibly coursed from her balls, up her sack, down her shaft, and finally disgorged inside Wallflower’s waiting womb.
It was clear to her now that the sauna’s heat had little to do with the mist that followed Tree Hugger’s junk. As the sloshing flow of spermatic fluid pumped persistently inside, she could feel it forming vapor in her deepest reaches.
After an hour’s eternity, the two silently parted ways, a contract unknowingly formed.
Wallflower limped home, leaving proof of her paramour all the way.
~
3:45 AM, Tuesday Morning.
Wallflower was feeling off since her encounter, and her fears were confirmed after she took the test.
She had to tell Tree Hugger.
