The fog lifts, exposing John and his erection

As John settled into the misty solitude, waiting for Jane's return, his mind became a canvas for random fantasies, each one fueling the arousal that had taken hold of him.

His hand would occasionally betray him, drifting to his erect member, giving in to the sensations that felt too good to resist. In this quiet sanctuary, with only the low hum of the steam room to accompany his thoughts, he indulged in stolen moments of pleasure.

But then, something changed. The hum that had been a constant companion suddenly vanished. The steam, once a thick veil obscuring his surroundings, began to dissipate. The room slowly revealed itself in the dim light, and John realized that he could see more clearly now.

Across from him, seated on the other platform, was the woman. She was looking directly at him, her gaze fixed on his direction. Panic surged through John as he noticed that his erection was still proudly on display.

In a flustered attempt to hide his arousal, he awkwardly bent forward, using his arms and hands to shield himself from her view. His eyes darted back to the woman, trying to gauge her reaction, but he couldn't make out her expression clearly in the dimness. The encounter left him feeling exposed and **** in this steamy silence.