Dangerous Temptations: Erotic one shots [18+]

STEAM ROOM

In The Steam Room – Women’s Erotica At The Spa

In this short story of female erotica, Megan and Tyler go for a sweet escape outside the city and find themselves feeling risqué…

It had been a long week for Tyler and me. His manager had kept him busy working on a presentation, and I had been facing writing deadlines from every which way – so upon wrapping up that week, we decided it would only be responsible to take ourselves away for some quiet time.

We checked ourselves into a quaint little hotel and spa, located a couple of hours out of town. The first thing Tyler wanted to do was get acquainted with the hotel restaurant, but I was adamant that we should check out some of the more relaxing hotel facilities first, namely the spa. We compromised on the steam room, to sweat out some old, built-up toxins before indulging in some new, alcoholic ones at dinner.

I bid adieu to Tyler as we parted for separate changing rooms. I’d brought a cute pink polka-dotted bikini with me, which I was excited about using for the first time. When I met Tyler in the steam room I noticed we were the only ones in there.

I sighed and sat down next to him on one of the benches. I leaned my head back on the bench behind me and let my towel fall away.

“Feel good?” Tyler asked.

“So good. I needed this.”

Tyler chuckled then. “Cute suit.”

I opened one eye and peered at him. “You making fun?”

“Never.”

He leaned over and kissed me. When he sat back I noticed he still had his towel wrapped around his waist.

“You gonna take that off?” I asked, amused.

He laughed. “Ah, I wasn’t sure I should. I didn’t know this was a bathing suit kind of thing, so…”

“You came in here naked?” I gasped in disbelief.

“Not naked, I’m wearing a towel!”

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I shook my head and laughed. “Well, I mean, if you’re already naked anyway…” I trailed off suggestively and gave Tyler a wink – I was a sucker for a naked Tyler. He perked up at that and sat up. “Really, in here?”

The words came out of my mouth before I even thought about it. “More fun with a little risk anyway.”

I was going to see if I could lock the door, but then thought against it. The spa was so quiet, and if anyone walked in, at least it would be a funny story to remember in a few years…

Tyler took off his towel and I could see that he was getting hard. I’d seen my fair share of members in my time, but this boy really did have the most beautiful one of them all. I guess it’s true what they say; when you’re in love with a man, you see his penis through rose-tinted glasses.

I pushed his legs apart, got down on my knees, and pushed on his chest so that he was leaning as far back on the bench as he could go. I offered him a smile and went in for a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. His lips were warm and steam-soaked.

While we were kissing he undid the back of my bikini top and let it fall to the ground. I moved downwards and enclosed my mouth on his penis.

A little side note about me – I hadn’t always enjoyed giving fellatio, but with Tyler it was different. Hearing him moan, seeing his pleasured expression whenever I looked up – it got me excited. Knowing he was turned on turned me on. Perhaps it was also his attitude towards the act. He wouldn’t push my head down on him or try to direct me; he was appreciative of whatever I decided to offer, without expecting it.

Maybe that was what made me enjoy deep-throating him ever so.

I massaged his penis with my tongue, gently at first and then gradually with more pressure. I liked to tease him a little bit, moving my throat down as far as it could go, and then quickly back up again. He moaned softly and took hold of my hand, which had been squeezing his right thigh. We entwined fingers as I kept moving up and down, occasionally circling his foreskin lightly with my tongue.

After a few minutes my jaw started to stiffen, and Tyler sensed the shift in my body language. He pulled me off him and put his legs around my waist, bringing me in for another kiss. Before I knew what was happening he stood up, bringing me up with him. I thought we were going to start some standing-sex action but he spun round, still kissing me, and lowered me down onto the bench.

This time it was his turn to push my legs apart. He gently massaged my thighs and slowly moved his hands up towards my vulva. He started off stroking my clit and labia with his thumb, and then let his tongue take over.

His tongue moved up and down and side to side, changing up the tempo and pressure and then easing off to a soft, slow tickle. I held his head in one hand and sighed. Going from getting myself worked up on his penis to this – I knew it wasn’t going to take me long to come.

Tyler positioned his mouth over the top of my labia and my clit and sucked, stroking his tongue diagonally over me while he did so. Then he locked onto my clit, running his hands up and down my stomach and thighs.

His tongue moved quicker, in circular motions and I could feel myself getting close. It was as if I was a pot of water that was building up and getting ready to boil over. I grabbed his hair and moaned loudly – far too loud for the public space we were in, but I didn’t care. I felt so good and I was prepared for all the world to know it.

Tyler inserted a finger into me and his tongue turned ferocious on my clit, as if he was sustaining himself by consuming me. I couldn’t hold off any longer – in one big, long burst, my water boiled over and I came, panting and moaning loudly.

Tyler kissed my inner thighs and pulled me close to him. I kissed him on the lips, feeling completely exhausted, and completely happy.

Later that night at dinner we clinked our wine glasses, toasting a busy week and an even busier first day of our mini-holiday.

As I reflected back, I could not believe that we’d done that. Someone very easily could have walked in, particularly with my being so noisy, and the more I thought about it, the more thankful I was that no one else arrived while I did.