A Steamy Encounter

Finally the day had come for Ayame just to sit back and relax, something she desperately needed after all the work she had been putting in lately trying to improve her wrestling abilities. Her matches hadn't been going too well though not for any lack of trying on her part, she had just run across opponents who may not have been more experienced than her in fighting certainly were when it came to wrestling and schooled her each time. She had also run into trouble dealing with some women who were...far too interested in stripping her out of her wrestling gear than she would have liked, but losing those matches couldn't be helped.

But today was not about wrestling, today was about soaking up the steam of the sauna and letting her body recover from all the time she had spent in the gym and sparring ring lately. Ayame's body was wrapped in a white towel with nothing else on underneath, a fact that would have made her a bit nervous as she was shy about her body but she was all alone in the sauna so she felt at ease. Her long purple hair clung to her body thanks to the steam, Ayame absent mindedly running her fingers through the flowing hair as she sta there enjoying the heat of the sauna.

After all the excitement in Mikayla's life over the past couple of weeks, from her clash with Fallon at the gym to her first, very exhausting match to the...fallout from that match that was exciting in and of itself thanks to Fallon, the blonde Minnesotan decided that it was about darn time she figured out whether or not the saunas in this place was everything that others claimed them to be. Mikayla had never actually tried a sauna. They weren't exactly on every corner back in her hometown, and, to be honest, she had never really had a need to slide into a room, sweat a little, and stare at other people in towels. Now that her muscles were begging for some soothing warmth, from her shoulders all the way down to her calves, the idea sounded much more appealing, especially considering that anyone she encountered inside would likely be an AFW employee. Not the type of people who were bad to look at sitting around in towels. As she neared the door, she was already longing to feel relief sweep over her body. It was only too bad that Fallon couldn't have come along and given Mikayla company and a great view.

To make sure she wasn't rude, Mikayla paused at the door, rapping on it twice, before letting herself in. Her blonde figure, wearing nothing but flip-flops and a yellow towel around her midsection, stepped one foot at a time into the humidity. It was almost offensive at first, as Mikayla was a woman used to the cool, dry air of her home state, but she figured that once she settled in, it would start to do the trick and ease the tension from her muscles. One other woman sat within, a young lady dressed similarly to Mikayla with a mane of lovely, purple hair. Ever the social butterfly, Mikayla grinned at her as if she was an old friend she was thrilled to see again. "Hey there! I'm Mikayla. Mind if I join you?"

Several minutes had passed since Ayame had stepped into the soothing steam of the sauna and she was feeling more relaxed than she had in months, the sweat rolling down her body well worth the tension being relieved from her muscles. She felt like she could just drift away to sleep on that wooden bench, letting her eyes slowly close and her breathing slowly as if she were entering a meditative trance. Beyond the soft hissing of the water splashing upon the hot stones and turning to steam the room was quiet, Ayame feeling completely at peace for a few moments until a loud knocking upon the door startled her. Ayame had been laying flat on the becnh but she bolted back into a sitting position before the door even opened, her hair looking a bit of a mess as she turned towards the door where a stranger now stood.

It took her a moment to calm down from being startled out of her trance but when she did Ayame smiled at the woman and nodded her head, taking a deep breath before replying "Oh no, I don;t mind at all...it is a public sauna right?" As Ayame said that she realized that was wrong, this sauna was in the AFW complex so only fellow wrestlers could use it, meaning the woman with long golden hair and a body the towel could not hide was a wrestler just like her. She would have excused herself and left but the woman seemed polite, which if that were the case it would be rude of her to leave suddenly, that and she didn't want to leave the sauna yet. "Oh sorry my name is Ayame, a pleasure to meet you."

Mikayla grinned widely as the other woman indicated that it was okay for the blonde to join her in the sauna, and the blonde immediately started making her way over to a seat not far away from her lonely company. "Great!" Though she felt like she was trudging through an ocean, she briskly reached the seat and slid carefully into it, adjusting her towel lightly for comfort around her thighs and chest. Trying to get into the sauna "mood" like she had seen so many times on TV, the blonde pulled her feet out of her flip-flops and leaned way back, doing her best to relax. It really was hot, but it did...have its merits.

Mikayla was not one to fully abandon a chance for a conversation. In fact, conversation arguably helped her relax far more than silence. She considered the woman's name, after it had been relayed to her. "Ayame... that's really pretty. Is it Japanese?", she asked, before immediately coming up with a follow-up to that question, a little excited by the realization that she was probably sitting across from another AFW wrestler. Mikayla herself was officially an AFW wrestler now, but...there was still something to meeting the women who had been here longer than she had. "And are you a wrestler?"

Ayame was nervous around every new person she met around this place for it was impossible to tell who was a nice person and who would snap at her for even a single sideways glance at them, but looking at the impossibly bright smile of the golden haired woman she couldn't help but feel a bit at ease with her. She smiled back and even laughed softly at how happy the woman seemed to be just from her inviting her in, Ayame still a little nervous but not enough to think about leaving, even with the woman sitting down not far from her. The steam was thick and had obscured the woman at first, but now that she was close Ayame was a bit stunned at just how beautiful she was, a light blush appearing in the Japanese woman's cheeks as she stole a quick glance down at the tops of the woman's breasts which the towel left exposed.

Quickly she pulled her gaze up and shook her head, trying to calm herself and feeling embarrassed she would have such thoughts. "Oh umm yes it is, thank you. I like your name too Mikayla, where are you from?" Ayame answered, stammering a little at first but she found her voice as she spoke. "And yes I am, not that I've been in a lot of matches but yes I'm a wrestler. I assume you are too right? I mean...you certainly look like one."

Mikayla grinned again when Ayame confirmed that her name was Japanese, with a bit of a stammer. Judging from her frame as she sat across from Mikayla, which was pretty easy to see considering that she was only covered in a towel, Ayame looked a little bit taller than most of the people Mikayla had met who were originally from Japan. In fact, she was bordering on being statuesque, and there was no doubt she filled out her towel really well. Heck, she could be as confident as she wanted! She didn't have anything to stammer about.

"Oh, I'm from the States. Minnesota," Mikayla explained, gesturing with her thumb like her home was just outside the sauna. "So yeeeah, I'm a fair piece from home, as they like to say where I'm from." She winked. "Are you originally from Tokyo?"

A little of the same fangirlish glee swept over Mikayla as Ayame told her that she, too, was a wrestler. Yet another one! Mikayla didn't care one bit that she hadn't been in a lot of matches. A wrestler was a wrestler to the blonde, and they were all interesting. "Oooh!", she exclaimed, pleased to find out. Ayame followed up with one of the greatest compliments Mikayla could have received, that she looked like a wrestler. Glancing down at herself wrapped in a plain old towel, Mikayla didn't think she looked too much like a wrestler at the moment, but she was grinning from ear to ear regardless. "I am! I had my first match just a few days ago, and let's just say things have been exciting since then. That's part of the reason why I'm here. A match and a few days of fun can wear a girl out." Especially when that girl kept the company of Fallon Terrazas.

But as much as Mikayla liked to talk about herself as a wrestler, she was more interested in hearing about Ayame. "What kind of matches have you been in?"

With her golden mane and fair complexion, not to mention an accent that was unmistakbly american, Ayame did not doubt in the slightest that Mikayla was from the United States. She had met a fair number of wrestlers from that part of the world though Mikayla was the first from that particular state as far as she could remember. What little she could recall from learning about the US in school told her that it was a northern state and likely quite cold which meant the woman had to be boiling in the sauna, though she was hiding her discomfort quite well if that were the case.

"Not originally no. My family used to live up in the mountains north of here when I was little, we didn't move to the city until I was a teenager but I've lived here since then." Ayame spoke with barely a trace of the stammer with which she had introduced herself with, the woman growing more at ease as she got to know Mikala more.

Mikayla looked herself over after Ayame mentioned she looked like a wrestler, Ayame unsure of the last time she saw someone look as pleased as the American did right then. The AFW staff were the only other ones allowed in these saunas and none of them had bodies as firm and yet curvacious as Mikayla did, she could only have been a wrestler. "Oh well normal ones I guess? Not that they ever seem to stay that way for very long..." Ayame said with her voice trailing off at the end as she thought back to how most of her matches had grown far more intimate than she would have liked.

Mikayla nodded along when Ayame explained where she was from. "It must have been nice to live up in the mountains... they're so pretty. I kind of always wanted to live in the mountains at some point. Minnesota's basically two-thirds trees, so that can get kind of old after a while." Smiling, she reached a corner of her towel up to dab some sweat forming on her chest. "And the mountains are a whole lot chillier than it is in here," she added, the smile growing into a grin.

Despite all her aims to relax, Mikayla thoughtlessly propped a leg up onto the bench, hugged it, and rested her chin on her knee as she got into the conversation with Ayame about wrestling, forgetting that she was probably providing something close to a peep show under her towel as she did so. But she was just so curious about all the wrestlers here that she hung on every little tidbit of information she could get from any of them, even the "normal" matches that Ayame had claimed she had been in...that had turned into something more. Mikayla giggled, thinking that, with the way things seemed to go around here, she probably understood what Ayame meant. "What, you have a girl sit on your face too?", Mikayla asked. "Or was it something else?"

Ayame leaned back against the bench with her arms draped along the top of it, smiling softly with her eyes staring out into the thick steam that made even the opposite wall little more than a hazy vision. " You should see them in the fall when the leaves turn every sort of color you could imagine, and even some you couldn't without seeing them first. The whole mountain side is a rainbow of green, red, orange, and brown that takes your breath away." She said, her voice steady as thinking about her childhood home relaxed her. "It might have been a bit cold in the winter but the rest of the year its just right, barely gets above eighty degrees even in the middle of summer."

She turned her head to look over at Mikayla but when she found she could see right up the woman's towel now Ayame fixed her gaze on the wall right above the blonde woman, trying to be subtle about it but failing miserably in all likelihood. "Oh well that...amongst other things I don't really like to think back to." She may have been talking about more punishing parts of a match but the bright blush that came over Ayame's face gave away the nature of what she didn't want to talk about if she could help it. She distinctly recalled one match in particular that had nothing to do with hentai and yet her opponent had stripped her down and ...had her fun with Ayame. What truly embarrassed her though wasn't that it had happened, she had known that going into the AFW that it might happen, but that she had liked part of it.

"That sounds absolutely amazing," Mikayla replied, as Ayame described the mountains to her. "We get really pretty coloring on the leaves in the fall, but the land is so flat you can't really appreciate it. And fall in Minnesota feels like it lasts for a week, before the cold and the snow settles in and blankets everyone in negative temperatures for five or six months at a time..." As much as the blonde did love her home, those winters were part of the reason why she had become such a travel fiend, looking for ways to escape being cooped up behind mountains of snow for so much of the year. Still, like Ayame had described, the summers were awesome in Minnesota, too. If someone had stuck some mountains in-state and a log cabin for her to live in, plus one of these saunas to keep warm in, it would have been really nice in winter. Maybe she and Fallon needed to find them a secluded two-week vacation spot in the mountains here...and have some fun staying warm.

Thinking about that fantasy, Mikayla zoned out for a moment, only snapping back to reality in time to see Ayame staring strangely at the wall near her head, not realizing the fact that she was giving the young woman a rather intimate view of the extremely slight strip of fabric that she had chosen to wear under her towel. She turned her mouth, concerned. "Is something wrong?"

She assumed it was what Ayame mentioned, dealing with what had happened in some of her wrestling matches, given the way she blushed and said that she didn't want to think back on those events. The blonde fixed her with a sympathetic smile. "I won't ask, then," she said. "I guess it couldn't have been too bad though, right? If I follow your meaning... I mean, there are some pretty cool women around AFW." Then again, not everyone was Fallon. In fact, Mikayla was pretty sure that AFW had its fill of women who were the opposite.