He sat on the bed, scrolling aimlessly through his phone. Looking out the window, the city lights glisten as dusk slipped slowly into night. They were preparing to go out to dinner, a concept nearly as novel as travel after a strange and sad year. Her voice called out gently from the bathroom, cooing in a way that implied that she wanted something. He tossed his phone in the bed and walked to the bathroom. The tinkling sounds of water pattering in the shower grew louder as he approached the door. He opened the heavy hotel bathroom door. She was in the shower, a thin sheen of suds and water covering her body. Her eyes swam with mischief as she beckoned him to join her.
His eyes sparkled as her lips parted. She pirouetted slowly, allowing his eyes to feast on her glistening curves. Her finger beckons him to join her. He smiles, and begins to strip off his clothing. She leans towards the glass shower door to watch him, occasionally wiping the condensation away. Walking up to the door. He cracks a wicked grin and grabs his swollen member and stokes it just mere inches away from her, behind the glass and unreachable. She moans, a sound of teasing frustration and arousal as she presses her body against the glass, filled with a need for touch. Her hands grab her breasts, nipples swelling; she can tease as mercilessly as he can.
For a moment, as they face each other through the glass, they pause. No moral metric can completely absolve what they are doing. A twinge of guilt crosses their faces, blooming in a blush on their cheeks. But the energy between them, and the thrill of colouring outside the lines washed over them. He slides the door open, as a warm moist cloud pours out over his body, tingling as his pores loosen. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close as she shuts the door and kisses him deeply.
The shower cascades water down on their bodies as hands wander across slippery, wet, skin. Their kisses become more passionate as his hands slide and squeeze her ass. His cock swells against her stomach as his hips involuntarily rock against her body. She presses him against the tile wall of the shower as to pin him. She grabs his hands and presses them against the wall as she proceeds to grind her body against his, never releasing him from her kiss. A fire unquenchable rises in their loins as the sensation of slippery grinding overwhelms them. She releases the kiss and his wrists; while still pinning him against the wall, she presses firmly down on his shoulders. He slides down to a kneeling position in front of her as she grabs his head and grinds her swollen flower against his lips. His tongue is warm and adept as it darts out and begins to circle her clit. Her hands wad up his hair as she is filled with a primal drive to fuck his face.
He moans as her clit grinds his mouth. She has him pressed hard against the wall, riding him with reckless abandon. Sucking and licking around her clit, her breath hitches followed by a series of heaving moans. She splays her fingers against the wall as she shudders in a long and rapturous release. Her flower twitches against his lips as she trembles. She stands back, looking down at him. He smiles broadly back at her as he stands up. The water cascades over there bodies as they kiss again, sharing her sweet juices.
([Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kdzs3d/steam_part_2_mfaffair))
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