Mysterious Misty Meeting

While others like to go to bars to relax and meet people, my place is the sauna. Cannabis replaces alcohol as my drug of choice. Rather than numbing me and making me less aware, it expands my consciousness and heightens my sensitivity to the energies around me. In this altered state, I naturally flow into conversations with fellow sauna-goers, learning their stories and origins. Living on this tropical island surrounded by beautiful people, the sauna has become a sanctuary of connection.

When a woman's energy catches my attention, I enter an almost meditative state of observation. I tune into her presence: the way she carries herself, how her energy flows and mingles with others in the space, the invisible threads that connect her to those around her. Like reading a living poem, I sense her openness and boundaries, her emotions, and whether she might be open to connect with me.

One evening, my practice brings me to a steam sauna where people gather to sing and chant Om. As voices rise through the mist, I settle into my meditation of sensing the energies around me. It's dark, so I can't see much, but I see a very attractive and fit woman in her 30s, fully naked, sitting next to me with a seductive and open posture, and her hand, palm up, almost touching my leg.

I’m curious if she’s as open to a sexual encounter as I imagine, and I want to find out. I slowly slide my hand down my leg and touch the side of her hand lightly with my pinky, carefully watching her reaction.

When her pinky curls to grab mine, I feel a huge rush in my body and enter another level of consciousness. My awareness shifts from the other people hidden behind a veil of steam in the warm, dim light toward her, as her breath and body become my entire universe.

We dance slowly and sensually with our hands and breath, lightly stroking each other's forearms, gradually exploring new territories of the other's body, and eagerly tuning in to the response at each step. I slide a finger along the warm droplets of steam on her leg. Soon, I feel her trace her own finger on my leg as I investigate how the moisture feels on the side of her body. She lets out a light gasp when I reach up with my index finger and thumb and gently push her nipple. As I slowly lift my finger away, her body moves toward me with an electric charge as if I'm pulling her breasts toward me with amagnet, and when her nipple connects to my chest, the energy rushes from her body and floods into mine. My hands grip her hips to stabilize myself, with fingers reaching down, eager to explore.

As blood rushes into my cock, I become aware of the other people in the room and start to doubt that the steam and darkness are enough to hide what started as a subtle exploration but is now rising to a steamy sexual encounter. I place one hand over my raging erection out of a sense of social decency. I wonder if others are judging or turned on, but soon I fade back into the awareness of the breath of my lover as her hands discover my erection at the same moment that I start to slide my fingers around the lips of her pussy. I stop caring if others are judging. The only thing I care about is exploring this portal. I feel her clit and slide my finger up and down in the warm, wet space on each side as I drop into a zen-like meditation.

As I stroke her pussy, with each movement, her hand grips my cock in response and I feel her hungry desire to have me inside her. The cover of the steam isn’t enough to pick her up and slide her onto my lap without giving a live sex show for the entire sauna, so I respond to her desire by thrusting my eager fingers inside her as she pulls a long breath out from my ear.

After some time at this level, realizing that the orgasms we are building toward can't happen without too much attention, we gradually lower the intensity. I take a couple of deep breaths to come back to earth, grab my towel, and step outside into the shower.

I hope she'll quickly follow me to a private place. But as I finish my shower, some friends arrive at the spa. As I join themaround the fire and tell them about the encounter, the moment slips away like steam dissipating into the night air. 

Weeks have passed since that steam-filled evening. I don’t know her name, what language she speaks, or even what her face looks like. But my mind keeps drifting back to those electric moments of anonymous connection in the sauna and wondering if we’ll ever meet again.