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.