"Blow off steam some place steamy."

You bite your lip, hands reaching up to meet his on your shoulders, "I wouldn't hate to blow off a little steam..." You say, turning your head to the side, drawing James' hands down around you, sliding them to your chest as you press yourself against him, his stiffness pressing right back into you. "I'm going to go wash up... Meet me at the saunas in ten?" You say conversationally, as you tighten your fingers against his hands and he quickly takes the hint, squeezing gently at your breasts.

"I'll see you there." He draws away and you turn, eyeing the obvious bulge in his shorts as he heads calmly to the lockerroom. After quick glance around the gym floor for prying eyes, you too try to casually cross to hit the showers, your heart already racing at the thought of hooking up with that tall drink of water.

You barely make it around the corner into the lockerroom before peeling off your top, sports bra and all, and skip across the floor as you yank down your shorts and panties. Balling them up, you toss them in a locker, your shoes shortly following, and speed over to the showers. The cold flash of water across your chest turns your already stiffened nipples into rocks before the water warms.

No loufa, you scrub the dispensed liquid soap against your body, hands at first only eagerly scrubbing away that energetic ride, you find yourself lingering, enjoying the slick sensation across your breasts. Your hand slides down, the smooth lips between your thighs as easily slickened with the soapy water. An adventurous finger finds the space between likewise slickened with something else entirely. Your breath is already too heavy and too deep, and you **** your hand out, shoving the water from your skin, finding the soap already well rinsed off.

You shot off the shower, and head to the door out, moving so quickly you find yourself almost stepping out totally nude. You freeze, looking around, finding the pile of fresh towels and grabbing one.

You wrap it around you, notching it under your arm as you head out to the pool toward the saunas. You reconsider, looking around at the mostly empty pool, and shift the notch to the front, looking down to find the gap splitting up dangerously high with your rapid pace. You slow your roll, your stride uncomfortably casual against the beating in your chest as you step through the doors to the saunas.

James is already there, his own towel cinched dangerously low, a trail of hair running far too far down from his navel to the brazenly displayed tent jutting own just beside the careless knot holding the towel in place.

You lick you lips, eyeing him sidelong as he pushes himself up from leaning on the wall. You step up to a sauna marked a "vacant" and push the door open to the empty room.

Standing in the open doorway, your back to him, still just outside the threshold of that hot, steamy space, you reach up to your chest, loosening your own towel. It dutifully slips along your body to fall in a muddled pile around your feet. You step in, naked, leaving it there, looking over your shoulder, biting your lip.

He steps up behind you, kicking your towel to the side, away from the sauna, before wrapping his arms around your waist, letting them slide up to grip your breasts as his body presses into yours as you both step inside. Your head turned, his hands exploring your body, one hand of your hands guides his lips to kiss you while the other tugs gently at his loosely knotted towel, letting it fall to the floor of the sauna.

As his cock comes free between you, you turn to him, shutting the door with one hand and gripping that stiff flesh with the other. You lick your lips, smiling at him, but before you can drop to your knees his hands grip your waist, lifting you, your legs wrapping around his chest as his face buries into yours, his hand gripping tightly onto your bare cheeks.

You shudder as James nips gently along the curve of your breast, working teasingly up to your nipple, sucking it in, his tongue flitting it much too quickly as you let out a gasp and his teeth clamp down, turn the gasp into a cry. By the time he works his way to the other nipple you find yourself letting out a quiet moan with every nibble, your hips grinding gently against his chest.

In a moment, you find your back to a wall as his lips work their way down your toned stomach, moving achingly slowly along the crease of your hips as your hands pressed against the ceiling. He lifts you up, and your legs wrap around his face as his lips close on your eager slit.

You let out a shuddering moan as his tongue works speedily at your clit, tracing down to your aching hole and back before attacking it again, your hips rocking against him, your hands propping you to the ceiling, your thighs pressing tightly around his head.

You gasp again, feeling the start of those wonderful electric shocks shooting into you, and his hands slide up your back before pulling you off his face. In one motion, he turns and lets your body fall down him, his cock hooking between your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist, still falling, his hand catching your head as you land just roughly enough on the warm wooden bench of the sauna.

Crouching above you, his eyes meet yours as his cock slides in, pushing into you for the first time as you moan gently once more, the full length of it forcing its way into you. You barely manage to breath as he leans in, lips meeting yours, his face wet with your juices, your tongues sliding past eachother as his cock slides out of you, then back in. You hips rock with his motion, your legs still wrapped around him, his pace quickening.

You pussy is already tightening around his cock, and you cry out another shuddering moan, but his pace keeps quickening. Each thrust is another cry, and as he pushes harder and faster into you, they get louder and sharper. Electricity was already shooting up your spine when he started, but his pace never seems to break, never slows, always faster, always harder, and you find your cries are far too loud, uncontrollably so as pounds into you, your whole body convulsing with every wave of ecstasy shooting through you. "James!" You cry out.

As quickly as his pace grew, he presses hard, deep into you, freezing, and you feel him burst, heat pouring inside you. Another thrust, and you feel more filling you. Your body spent already, you let out a far-too-loud sigh, a mixture both of relief and of the electric shocks still shaking your every muscle.

You wrap your arms around him, your legs tightening around his waist, your body reeling from the sensations still filling you. He lets out a soft sigh, likewise spent, but easily lifts you up off the bench, sitting down himself before laying back, you still wrapped around him, now resting on top of him, his cock and its cream still deep inside of you as you lay there, letting your hearts calm themselves back down. Your breathing slows and your eyes close and you fall asleep in his arms.