The door slides open quietly and smoothly as I walk in. The reception is well-lit and spacious, with some couches and armchairs that follow perfectly the cream and marble tones of the place. It feels calm and welcoming, directing me towards the desk where a single woman works in silence. The brunette is what I have come to expect from the staff. Gorgeous, well-endowed and with sharp features that give her an elegant aura. And the moment I approach her blue eyes light up, lips curled in a kind and professional smile.

- Welcome back. Last appointment for the day?

- Correct. - I smile, handing her the ID and card. - By the way, has…

- She entered the sauna five minutes ago.

“That minx.” But my anger dies immediately. I don’t think it was anger to begin with, honestly. - Thank you for the heads up.

- Recurring clients are hard to miss. - She beams while handing back both cards. - The changing room is down the hallway. There is a towel and a locker ready, right next to hers.

- I appreciate it.

Each step echoes loudly as I make my way down the hallway, making my shaved body tingle in anticipation. I know what’s coming, and who is waiting. What I don’t know is how she is going to look. Well, fantastic as always, yes, but the point remains. The wooden door closes softly and quietly behind me, stripping down as I fantasise about what I‘ll find. And the rustle and grazing of the cloth does nothing but fuel the fire. Something daring, even a full blown orgasm like I have sometimes seen? Or maybe more reserved, more artistic? Either way, no complaints on my end, given I’m finding out soon. And how I love it! So, so much. Both finding out and waiting to be found. I pick up and fold the clothes, shutting them in the closet  while the warm wooden floor heats my soles. Shame that we won’t be on display this time… Oh well, that’s just a wonderful excuse for another visit.

I barely care about modesty as I stroll out flaunting my beauty. Not that there is anyone around to admire… Well, there is the receptionist… and I know she’s been on display more than once. Maybe I could ask her to join us… No, not this time. Something quick and relaxing, to shake off the week. Then again, there’s always next time. The marble tiles feel slightly chilly, but no clue if it’s because of the place or me. Not that it matters, as I push the door of the sauna open and step inside. The heat and humidity quickly take me in, breathing in and out. And I finally get to see my dear girl.

Sitting on the lower bench,her right leg crosses over the left one, while she holds herself up with both arms. Her chest puffed forward, displaying her wonderful tits, each crowned by a very hard nipple. Her lips are slightly parted in a smile, her head turned slightly to her left while she looks at the empty space with warmth. Even with those warm eyes. I gently and slowly run a finger up the curves of her legs, gently caressing her hardened form.You sly minx, keeping the best hidden, hm?

Her grey stone body feels smooth and slippery, perfectly sculpted. Making my way up, I bend forward, now caressing her curves with a full hand. I don’t know if it’s her sweat or mine, but I feel so very wet… and more than just my palms. With a lick, I curl my lips into a teasing smirk,I give her stone tit a gentle caress. It’s wonderful, feeling impossibly round and smooth, and topped with such a tempting stone bullet. I give her a light pinch, grinning. I’m so getting payback later.

I sit my ass next to her, the petrified woman having laid out a longer towel. Puns about a statuesque body and a heart of gold cross my mind, but I keep quiet, enjoying the humming and the quiet. Setting my own towel aside, the petrification starts to take effect as the sauna works its magic. A faint cracking starts to fill the room, almost like it’s too afraid to break the silence, but even as background noise, it’s there. My body starts feeling stiff and sluggish, almost like the soreness after exercise, but not quite.

The transformation is slow and steady, making me sweat and my body relax. Or that’s the theory, at least. Who can relax when your crotch feels like it’s too warm? My eyes are glued to my dear girl, fully taking in her deliciously sculpted form. Her beautiful erotism and kind warmth. God, she’s just sitting with a smile. That is enough to make my heart flutter, but seeing her like this? I part my legs, flexing the left one, and shifting in place. Ugh… way to go me. The towel rubbing against my ass feels… oh~

Sitting as stiff as I can, I can feel my body turning into stone. Soft and supple flesh turning into unmoving stone, the same grey as the one she wears. And it comes from everywhere at once. Every single pore on my body lets out liquid, squeezing out the stress and fossilising me in place. The newest hot rock in the sauna, for a little while at least.  I try to giggle, but no sound comes out. My arms, fully stretched and holding me up, harden to do so effortlessly, managing to arch my back a bit to flaunt my own tits at her. Love you sweetie, but got you beat there. Even if just for a bit. My nipples do match with her stone ones though, almost perfect replicas. I can feel it.

As my petrification progresses, I rub her legs with my right leg, curling my full lips into a teasing smile. Her face, frozen in that smile, looks like a reaction to my antics. To my advances. My sight remains locked in place as the cracking fades away, looking at the woman I love. Oh, if we could remain forever like this… well, not like this, but as statues. What pose could we have? Matching ones, sharing a pedestal? Or maybe a duo one, something clearly being missing if separated from one another.

Pleasure and impression fill my mind, as I feel one drop of sweat run down my back. It goes from the neck, rocketing all the way down and  hitting the towel near my ass. I gasp for a moment, purring. I love this. Feeling every drop on my body, and how all of them, eventually fall down. They surf my hourglass shape and fall off my stone tits, clinging to the stone melons as long as they can. They all fall eventually though, splashing against my legs and the towel. Oooh… if only one could fall down there… not sure if it would put out the fire though.

I focus again on my lover. How lucky am I to find someone like her? Gorgeous on the inside, beautiful on the outside. With the smarts and the looks. She really has it all. And to find her here of all places? Sharing my deepest secret? No wonder I jumped at the opportunity to ask her out. I sigh in bliss and satisfaction as more sweat drips off my stone self. I’m so glad and grateful I did.

A faint cracking noise timidly breaks the silence again. Time really flies when being a statue. Is it because I am unable to move? The enhanced sensitivity? The warmth that can almost lull you to sleep? The wonderful company? Probably a combination of all. Speaking of, I do notice the warmth starting to fade too, just as the first signs of her transformation wearing off show up.

It’s something subtle, but if I pay attention I can see them. Slight twitches here and there. On her lips of eyelids, for example. She also looks more “alive”, if that makes sense, like her eyes have a shine they did not. Her movement comes back, janky and stiff at first, but she manages to stand up. She stretches before me, and oh my god her back and ass look so good. The effect of the stone skin takes a little longer to wear off, so seeing her slowly come back to life like this? Hell yeah, I have my own Galatea. Oh, we need to time this perfectly one time, because seeing her like this makes me so very needy…

Right on cue, she turns around. Oh boy, here she comes. I gasp as one finger starts to make the way up my leg. Purring as she goes upwards, I approve. I approve a lot. She teasingly leaves the leg behind and moves into my hourglass shape, gently and lovingly caressing the curves. The touch of her hand against my stone body, now without sweat, is enough to make me moan in my mind, and as she approaches my breasts, it only grows louder. Good thing I’m stone silent, because, in my mind, I moan. Loudly. And the cherry on top, she leans forward and kisses me. Her lips are soft and warm, but still have the faint texture of stone. Oh… I wish so hard I could kiss back.

The smooch is long and gentle, but she eventually pulls back. Her skin turns back to the usual white, while her hair sheds the grey for her trademark auburn. Facing the towel I left previously, she bends forward, making sure every curve of her body stands out. There’s even a playful wink.

- See you soon, dear~

She leaves the room, but her sweet and melodic voice remains with me, throwing gasoline to the fire. The sweat has vaporised, and the heat is almost gone by now. Soon, I hear the cracking coming from my body, as I slowly come back to life. First my lips and eyelids, then my fingers and toes.  I sigh, this time with my mouth, even if it’s barely a whisper. Moving slowly, I take a bit to stand up. She is waiting for me, so no need to rush. My limbs feel a bit stiff as the petrification wears off, but just as she did, I take the chance to stretch. My arms and legs, the back… I inhale and exhale, satisfied and relaxed. What isn’t there to love here?

Looking down, my tits obscure the sight below them. Gently cupping them, I hear my voice purr, as they grow soft and squishy despite their stony look. I am still blazing down there, and my girl’s antics have only made it hotter. Picking the towel she laid down, I leave the sauna, heading for the changing room. My soles clack against the marble tiles, as the stone gradually wears off, taking back my white skin and my black hair.

The sound of running water welcomes me once I enter, lucky me that I’m already buck naked. Setting the towel aside, I make my way to the source of the sound. And she is already waiting for me, with that warm smile of hers. With a beaming smirk of my own, I strut to her, embracing her under the water.

- So, how about next time we get on display together. - I say, squeezing the two of us together. - Flaunt our beauty.

- That sounds promising~ - She answers, embracing back, water splashing and dripping down our bodies..

- Any ideas for our pose?

- How about something more… explicit? - She whispers in my ear, making my nonexistent hair stand up.

- Sounds fantastic. - I whisper back, lust oozing off my voice. - We can practise some at home~

Her giggles fill the changing room as we shower and prepare to head home. She hasn’t said “no” though.