Some Sweaty Bodies and Salty Sex in a Steam Room!

If there’s one place where you can find sweaty bodies, it’s a steam room.

I love the animalistic idea of sweaty bodies pressed to each other. So, I signed up for this new health club recently; they had a great deal. I love swimming and saunas, so I was happy to see their half-price sign-up special. I’d gone a few times during off-hours for more space and privacy. I went into the steam room, and the air was so thick with moisture that I could barely see. I had been swimming just before, and so wore only a towel. Then, I sat on one of the benches and didn’t notice anyone in there with me. The billows of steam concealed all but that which was nearest to you.

I laid back and let my mind wander. The club was only open for a couple of more hours, and I thought I might have the place to myself. Would anyone see if I did something risqué? I started to fantasize and became horny as I lay there. I opened my towel and let the clouds of steam envelop me. My hand trailed down my body, started to gently tease my pussy, and I put my feet up on the bench. My knees were up and spread, my fingers rubbing my pussy. I spread my cunt lips open, and they were wet as expected. Thankfully, the only sound you could hear in that room was the gently hissing steam.

Then, I dipped my fingertip into my wetness, fantasizing about other sweaty bodies.

Over my lips, over my hard little clit that was peeking out from its hood. I slowly traced my middle fingertip in little tiny circles over my clit. I felt tingles flow through me as I did so. Then, I started to buck my hips up and down a bit and allowed myself to moan in the seemingly empty room. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my knee. I froze, opened my eyes, and looked down. A beautiful, naked blonde was smiling at me and running her hand slowly up my thigh. For some reason, I did not speak or stop her. I just laid back, as if this was all a dream, a fantasy.

She lowered her head down between my legs and kissed my pussy. I could feel her lips tasting me and seeking out my clit to suck on. Our sweaty bodies glistened there on the bench, the clouds of steam concealing our intimacy. I breathed heavily as she went down on me, lapping up my wetness. I could tell she’d done this before—she was good at it. Better than any man, in fact. She slid two fingers into my pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of me. Twisting them slightly as she pulled them in and out.

All the while sucking strongly on my clit, making me arch my back.

I grabbed her head and pushed it right into my pussy, and she did not disappoint. I was so aroused as she kept up her motions. Finally, I cried out and came on her face. She licked me clean of every drop of my cum. She spread her legs open before me, and I reached over and touched her blonde, hairy cunt. I felt her pussy lips open; they were so saturated with her own wetness. I explored her pussy with my fingers, sliding them in and out of her, even teasing her asshole with them. When I had two inside of her pussy, I began to work her clit with the pad of my thumb.

I rubbed in circles until she cried out with pleasure from my fingering her. We kissed as I caressed her pussy. She was a gentle yet passionate kisser. We caught our breath and laid back on the bench, still not seeing her clearly through the steam. I’d not seen her before at the club. Not long after, a couple of women came in, obviously friends, and they sat across from us, chatting away. I got up and left, going to the shower, washing away the sweat and the stickiness between my legs. The number of sweaty bodies that pass through that club on any given day would be hundreds, I’m sure.

I have no idea if I’ll ever see that mystery woman from the steam room again. It was a naughty, random, anonymous encounter I will remember always.

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