The steam room was L-shaped. This offered a bit of privacy and a fleeting chance to avoid being caught if we heard the door open. She sat at the top of the L-shape for the best shot at privacy, her back against the top wall with her slender pale white legs stretched out along the tiled bench towards me. I sat facing the front wall, her feet inches from my left side. A lady had followed us into the room and sat near the corner. She occasionally glanced at us as we sat almost silently in the steam.
I don’t know if it was my imagination, but there was a tension in the room. I was looking along her legs, up to where those pale white thighs snuck out of the dark purple swimsuit, then I glanced up at her eyes which held an expression betraying her lustful thoughts. Our guest must have picked up on the tension, as she left after about two or three minutes.
“My legs are really smooth, you should feel them”
I ran my hand up her left leg, smooth as silk, aided by a sheen of moisture from the thickening steam. I gently stroked up and down the side of her calf and up to her soft slick thigh, feeling my cock begin to stir in anticipation.
“So, what was your fantasy again?” She said this with a devilish look in her eyes, and a smirk crossed her lips as she finished the question.
“For you to touch yourself for me in a steam room” I replied almost nervously, as I realized it was about to come true.
The moment was broken by the door opening. Thankfully, it was just a youthful employee, checking numbers!
As soon as the door shut, her legs slid up towards her body and spread enough for her to slide her costume to the side of her beautiful shaved pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine as her hand slid down and two fingers started to stroke her slit. The look on her face was pure sex, I’ve honestly never seen such an arousing expression. I was torn between watching her face and her fingers. She was now rubbing her clit and her smouldering eyes were devouring me. I was muttering about how sexy she was and she used this as a cue to slide a finger inside herself, as she knows it drives me wild.
“I’m very wet” were her words as she held her finger out for me to taste. I eagerly sucked the juice from her finger and she smiled deviously.
“I think you should feel it”
I ran my hand up her thigh and gently touched her. She was sopping wet, a sweet mixture of sweat and excitement. She tilted her head back, enjoying my touch as I stroked and teased her. After a while I withdrew my hand and sucked my fingers to taste her sexy pussy, my cock straining at my shorts.
“I think you need a better taste”
I awkwardly knelt down on the tiles and buried my head between her thighs, lustfully working my tongue along her slit and around her clit. She moaned gently, and then after a few seconds it was my turn. She sat me back up and got on her knees, bending over my lap. I leaned back as she popped my cock out of my shorts and sucked it greedily. Occasionally she’d look up at me and swirl her tongue around the head before plunging back down to engulf me with her lips. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her against the wall right there, but I had to control myself as things were already escalating further than I’d anticipated.
We stopped after a minute or two as we were pushing our luck without getting caught. We did continue the fun once we left, but I’ll leave that to your imagination.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/440nd9/steamy_fun