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“Show me the steam room,” I said.
She led me through a back door, me in just the towel, her glancing up and down the corridor. The steam room was small, tiled, thick with eucalyptus fog. She locked the door behind us and turned around.
Then she stripped.
Scrubs, bra, knickers, all of it, dropped on the bench. She stood there in the steam, naked, full tits glistening, a neat dark strip between her thighs.
“Your turn,” she said.
I dropped the towel. We sat on opposite benches, three feet apart, sweating, staring.
“Rules,” she said, breathless. “No touching each other. If we touch, it’s real.”
“Then what?”
She spread her knees and slid her hand between her legs. “Then this.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked, slow, watching her fingers sink into her pussy. She was soaking. I could hear it over the hiss of the steam. She rubbed her clit in quick circles, other hand squeezing her tit, eyes fixed on my fist.
“Faster,” she gasped. “Let me see you.”
We raced each other. Her hips lifted off the tiles. My balls drew up tight. She came first, crying out, legs shaking, and watching her pushed me over. I shot across the wet tiles at her feet.
We sat there, panting in the fog.
“Technically,” she said, “nobody touched anybody.”
“Technically,” I agreed. We both started laughing.
Ending 16 of 16: The Steam Room. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.