Jane needs to go to the bathroom, leaving John alone with the woman

John's excitement wasn't abating; if anything, his erection was becoming more insistent, fuelled by the intimate atmosphere of the steam room and the alluring thought of being alone with Jane in this misty cocoon.

As he contemplated the idea of asking for a handjob to quench his arousal, Jane's voice cut through his thoughts. "I need to use the bathroom," she said softly, leaning towards him.

John watched her rise from their spot, her playful words teasing his senses even further. "Don't let that thing explode while I'm gone," she added with a sly smile.

He watched her descend the steps carefully, a faint smile playing on his lips as he admired her form. As the door swung open, a gust of cool air swept into the steam room. The sound of the door closing marked Jane's departure, leaving John alone with his heightened state.

With the mist swirling around him, John closed his eyes, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm his surging desire. But his erection showed no signs of subsiding, and the anticipation only seemed to fan the flames.

His mind began to wander to the woman on the other side of the room. He strained to remember her features – the tanned skin, the short dark hair – but the steam had played tricks on his perception.

As he sat there, alone in the dimness, a surge of fantasies flooded his mind. He envisioned the woman, her alluring curves becoming more defined in his imagination. His hand absentmindedly moved to his growing erection. In this steamy solitude, his fantasies took on a life of their own, igniting his arousal further.