They both climax and the woman leaves before Jane returns

In the steamy confines of the room, John's hand, slick with desire, continued its sinful rhythm. The mysterious woman moved her fingers with sinuous grace, expertly pleasuring herself in the dimly lit chamber.

She moaned sensually, her hips moving in rhythm with her fingers. "Mmm, that's it, baby. Watch me. Watch how much I want this."

John's eyes feasted on her, the erotic scene etching itself into his memory. He could see every detail—the way her fingers danced over her slick folds, the way her back arched, and the way her breasts heaved with each pleasurable gasp.

She husked, her voice dripping with lust, "You're such a naughty boy, stroking that hard, throbbing cock for a stranger."

John's moans grew more fervent, "I can't help it... it just feels so damn..."

The woman completed his sentence with a sultry grin, "Intense?"

He nodded, his breath hitching, "Yes, incredibly intense."

Her laughter, velvet seduction, wrapped around his senses like a lover's touch. "I knew you'd enjoy it, baby. Just relax and let it all out."

John's hand moved with a fevered urgency, the room echoing with the intoxicating rhythm of his pleasure. "You're driving me absolutely crazy."

The woman's sultry voice, a caress on his senses, whispered into his ear, even though she was out of reach, "That's exactly what I want, darling. I want to see you lose control, to watch you surrender to your deepest desires."

John couldn't resist the electrifying allure of their shared moment. "I can't hold back much longer. It's building up so fast."

Her breathless anticipation only fuelled his desire further, "Then don't, baby. Let go. Surrender to the pleasure that's consuming you."

His moans were almost **** now, his hips bucking uncontrollably. The steam room was alive with their shared lust, a symphony of desire crescendoing towards an irresistible climax.

The woman's voice, sultry and inviting, urged him on, "Give it to me, baby. Come for me."

John obeyed her command and with one final, intense stroke, his body tensed. With a primal grunt of pleasure, he reached his peak. John closed his eyes as the mysterious woman eyed the ropes of cum flying through the air and landing on his abdomen.

In the hazy, sensual aftermath of his climax, John opened his eyes again just in time to witness the woman's body shivering with the intensity of her own orgasm. Her fingers still teasingly traced the contours of her desire as she gasped and moaned in the throes of her ecstasy.

In the aftermath of their shared encounter, John and the mysterious woman glanced at each other from the opposite sides of the steam room, basking in the warm, humid air. Their flushed skin and disheveled hair were telltale signs of their recent escapade.

With a playful glint in her eye, the woman broke the silence, her voice a gentle whisper. "You might want to clean up the evidence before your girlfriend comes back."

John, still dazed from their encounter, nodded slowly, suddenly aware of the need to erase any traces of their forbidden rendezvous. He grabbed the hose conveniently located at the side of the steam room and carefully sprayed down the floor where he had been sitting. As he moved the hose over his own body, washing away the remnants of their pleasure, he couldn't help but chuckle at the surreal situation he found himself in.

Using the available squeegee, he wiped away the water, leaving no visible sign of their steamy encounter. Satisfied with his cleanup, he settled back onto the bench, his heart still racing from their passionate interlude.

The woman, who had been watching his every move with amusement, rose gracefully. "I'll leave you to enjoy your private time," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Give your girlfriend my regards."

John chuckled once more as she made her way towards the exit. "I'll be here the entire day. You know, we might run into each other again," she added, her gaze lingering on him, before disappearing through the door.

Alone once more, John collected his thoughts. The encounter had been intense, thrilling, and entirely unexpected. He knew he needed to clear his head before Jane returned.

Shortly after, the door opened once more, and John immediately recognised the shape of Jane's naked body.