Daddy Daughter Sauna Sex

Daddy Daughter Sauna Sex

Nym Hexel

Duncan Ball stepped into the gym’s private sauna with a thick white towel wrapped low around his hips, the hot air immediately wrapping around his bare chest and shoulders. At forty-eight he still carried the solid, powerful build of a man who never skipped leg day or free weights. Broad shoulders tapered to a firm waist, dark hair dusted his chest and trailed down toward the towel, and a short salt-and-pepper beard framed a strong jaw. His eyes were a deep, steady brown that rarely gave anything away. He closed the wooden door behind him and sat on the upper bench, letting the dry heat sink into his muscles after a hard session.

The door opened again a minute later. Anna Ball entered, twenty years old and wrapped in a matching white towel that barely reached mid-thigh. She was smaller than her father, five-foot-five of soft curves and long limbs, her skin already flushed from the outer locker room. Light brown hair hung damp around her shoulders, a few strands sticking to the side of her neck. The towel clung to the gentle swell of her breasts and the soft flare of her hips. Her face was pretty in a quiet way, full lips and wide hazel eyes that widened the moment she saw who was already inside.

“Dad? I thought you finished early.”

Duncan’s gaze moved over her without apology. “Change of plans. Sit.”

Anna hesitated near the door, one hand still on the handle. The air was thick with the sharp scent of cedar and heat. She could already feel sweat beginning to bead along her collarbone. “I can come back later. There’s another sauna free.”

“Sit down, Anna.”

The tone left no room for argument. She stepped farther in and let the door close with a soft click. The latch engaged. Duncan watched her climb onto the lower bench across from him, knees pressed together, towel clutched tight at her chest. The heat made everything feel closer, heavier. Sweat already shone across the planes of his chest and the thick muscle of his thighs ...