After the last spin class, $name1 follows the older woman into the empty steam room and gets her cunt licked open on the wet tile bench until she returns the favor with a filthy tongue and three fingers.
$name1 pushed through the frosted glass door of the members-only steam room in nothing but her towel. Twenty-eight. Legs still shaking from spin. The air hit her like a wet mouth — thick, eucalyptus, almost too hot to breathe. She had told herself she was only cooling down. That was a lie. She had watched the woman across the bikes for six weeks: dark hair pinned up, strong thighs, a calm smile that made $name1’s cunt throb through her shorts.
The woman was already on the upper bench, towel open, bare breasts gleaming with sweat. Forty-two if $name1 had to guess. Soft belly. Shaved cunt. She looked at $name1 without surprise.
“Took you long enough,” she said. Her voice was low and amused. “Lock it.”
$name1 locked the door. Her towel dropped. Heat licked every inch of her skin — hard nipples, the thin trail of hair she kept above her cunt, the wetness already sliding down her inner thigh. She climbed the wet tiles until she stood between the woman’s open knees.
“I’m Claire,” the woman said. “You’re going to sit on my face now.”
$name1’s laugh came out shaky. She straddled Claire’s face, knees bracketing her ears, and lowered her soaked cunt onto that waiting mouth. Claire’s tongue dragged a thick stripe from her hole to her clit and $name1 gasped so loud it echoed off the tiles. Hands gripped her ass. Claire sucked her clit hard, then shoved her tongue inside, fucking her with it while steam curled around $name1’s bouncing tits.
“Fuck — yes — eat me,” $name1 moaned. She rolled her hips, grinding down, smearing juice across Claire’s chin. “I’ve wanted this since the first class. Wanted your mouth on my cunt while everyone else was still stretching.”
Claire hummed into her. The vibration made $name1’s thighs jump. Two fingers pushed into her hole beside the tongue, curling, wet sounds filthy in the quiet room. $name1 braced one palm on the hot tile wall and rode that mouth like a saddle, clit rubbing Claire’s nose, cunt clenching around the fingers.
“Look at you,” Claire murmured when she pulled back to breathe, lips shiny. “Dripping on a stranger in the steam room. What would your boyfriend say?”
“That I’m a slut,” $name1 panted. “That I should finish what I started.” She shoved her cunt back down. “Don’t stop. Make me come on your tongue.”
Claire did. She sucked $name1’s swollen clit between her lips and finger-fucked her hard, third finger stretching her open, knuckles wet to the palm. $name1 came with a broken cry, cunt pulsing, a gush of slick running down Claire’s wrist. Her knees nearly gave. Claire held her up by the ass and kept licking through it, greedy, cleaning every drop.
$name1 slid down Claire’s body, shaking, and kissed her — tasted herself, salt and cunt and steam. She shoved Claire’s thighs wider and buried her face between them. Claire’s cunt was dripping, soft and hot. $name1 licked deep, fucked her with her tongue, then sealed her mouth over Claire’s clit and sucked while three fingers worked into that tight hole.
“That’s it, girl,” Claire groaned, fists in $name1’s damp hair. “Finger-fuck me. Curl — yes — right there. Suck harder. I’m going to soak your pretty face.”
$name1 moaned into her. She pumped her fingers, wet slap of knuckle against cunt, tongue lashing Claire’s clit in fast filthy strokes. Claire’s hips jerked. Her tits heaved. She came hard, thighs clamping $name1’s head, cunt fluttering, a rush of juice that $name1 licked up like she was starving.
They stayed tangled on the wet bench, breathing hard, fingers still lazy inside each other. Outside the frosted glass, a locker clang sounded. Someone was still in the changing room.
$name1 laughed against Claire’s thigh. “Again,” she whispered. “Before someone tries the door. I want you to sit on my face this time and fuck my mouth until I can’t breathe.”
Claire stood, straddled $name1’s face on the lower bench, and lowered her soaked cunt onto $name1’s open mouth. $name1 gripped Claire’s ass and ate her like a whore — tongue deep, nose crushed to her clit, swallowing every drip while Claire rocked and cursed and came again, muffling her shout against her own palm.
When Claire finally lifted off, $name1’s chin and chest were slick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned, filthy and glowing.
“Same time Thursday,” Claire said, tying her towel. “And next time bring a plug. I want that tight little ass open while I suck you.”
$name1 nodded, cunt still pulsing, already aching for Thursday. She unlocked the door, stepped into the cooler corridor like nothing had happened, and walked past a trainer with her towel cinched tight — lips swollen, thighs sticky, the taste of another woman’s orgasm still thick on her tongue.
