Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight's story is titled “The Steam Room” I started kissing your warm mouth, then worked my way.. going south. Across a meadow of soft chest hair, to beyond and what awaits me there.
Your manhood stands, hard and strong, and there my lips explore and roam. My tongue is wet, my mouth is warm, doing that for which their born. I take your hardness between my lips, quickly within, your manhood slips.You groan as I begin to suck, anticipating the coming fuck. My body moves with a sensual motion, swimming in the erotic ocean... It won't be long, this I know.. as I feel your cock begin to grow. Bigger, harder, with a throb, pulsing as I lick the knob. Knowing that before I'm done, you'll fill my throat with your cum..
Are you ready to turn your attention for some naughty Lesbian action? Let's begin...
Having had a long day I decided to check out a new women's club which I'd heard about from a friend. She said it was exactly as you would picture a Roman bath. Columns surrounded a central pool, and doors opened to rooms off to the side for other diversions... sauna, massage, and a steam room.
I had never been in a steam room like this. It was like something you would see in a movie, or perhaps a fantasy...
A stack of towels sat just outside the door. Stone benches were scattered around the good sized room, and a few naked or semi-naked women relaxed inside. I have little concern about nudity, so I removed my swimsuit and put a towel on one of the benches and lay down on my back. I looked around to see what was going on.
Nothing much.
Now, when dressed, most people don't like the heat... but when naked, there is nothing better than the heat of a steam room. Generally I prefer the sauna, the dry heat enveloping my body. However, the hot steam in the room relaxed me quickly, the tension flowing from me. I saw two women near me talking in hushed tones. Obviously one was upset, the other trying to sooth her. The woman doing the soothing, an attractive brunette, was stroking the other woman's arm... in a manner more like a lover than a friend.
Caught! One of the women's eyes locked on mine. I realized that I had probably been staring at them, invading their privacy. I turned my head and saw that we were now the only ones in the steam room. I was thinking about leaving when the brunette approached me.
"Hello. I'm Allison, and my lover is Sheila," she gestured to the raven-haired woman she had been soothing. "Does our touching bother you?"
"No, I would say I'm more fascinated than bothered," I admitted.
She smiled and went to the door, took a sign from a shelf outside that said "Closed for Cleaning," and placed it on the handle. Coming back to me, she admitted that everyone knows the sign is a lie, but it avoids any embarrassing situations. She told me that Sheila was having a bad week, and they had hoped that I would be leaving soon, but as I was fascinated, perhaps I would like to watch.
Suddenly, in a room full of heat and moisture, my throat was dry.
She smiled and went back to her friend. Sheila was now on her back, her legs hanging over the sides of the bench. Allison straddled the bench, between her legs. Her hands reached out and caressed her lover's body, with a touch that comes from knowing the intimate details of someone. You could see Sheila's face contort with passion as fingers stroked her favorite places. Allison leaned over and pressed her lips down on top of Sheila's. As the kiss was broken I could see her tongue sliding from the other woman's mouth.
Her fingers brushed against her lover's pussy, just barely touching the shaved mound. Sheila's back arched upwards trying to make contact. Using one hand, Allison spread her wider, one finger sliding deep into her wetness. Small moans came from Sheila's lips. Allison's mouth curled upwards in a smile.
She motioned to me to come closer. I did.
"Grab my bag, and give me the lube, please," she asked.
I searched through her bag, thinking that she had come well prepared. Fishing out the lubricant, I handed it to her. She covered her hand with it and slid two fingers slowly into Sheila, her pace increasing slightly. Sheila was lifting her pelvis to meet each stroke, and soon a third finger joined the other two. Allison's mouth teased her clit, causing her to cry out with her climax. I could see as she lifted her mouth away that four fingers were now pumping furiously in and out of Sheila's cunt.
"Put some lube on my other hand," she panted.
I did as she asked, breathlessly wondering what she was doing. With almost no break in her pace, she began to work one finger slowly into Sheila's ass. Sheila's cries were almost interrupted, the kind of almost unintelligible words I hear from myself when completely aroused. A second finger slid into her ass.
Another orgasm began. As she bucked on the bench I saw Allison's entire hand slide into Sheila's cunt. It seemed now that Sheila was coming non-stop, her screams of ecstasy filling the room, echoing off the walls. Allison finally slowed her pace and slid her hand and fingers out of Sheila, letting her collapse against the bench, murmuring words of love in her ear.
She turned to me and asked, "Well, was it as fascinating as you thought it would be?"
I couldn't speak. In fact I didn't know how my legs were still supporting me. She smiled and suggested that we go back to my bench, as Sheila needed to rest before they left. I could see her nipples were rock hard as I sat down. Her breathing was still a little ragged, and I realized that she must be extremely aroused after her lover brought her to countless orgasms.
I spread her legs and knelt between them, my mouth touching her hot cunt. Her clit was hard, and very sensitive, judging from the noises she made when I pressed my tongue against it. The juices from her pussy told me that she was on the edge of orgasm. I pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, marveling at her taste, so different from my own, yet so familiar.
I played with her, slowly moving within her. My hands explored the parts of her body that I could reach. I moved my mouth back to her clit. Her hands laced through my hair, pulling my head closer against her. I pulled her clit into my mouth, increasing my suction on it. She gasped, and her climax followed. I tasted her come, then she lifted my head, pulling me upwards.
Our lips met, and a soft kiss was exchanged. She told me if I wanted my curiosity satisfied I should give her a call and the three of us would get together another day. I tucked her card into my bag and wrapped the towel around me, heading for the showers, hoping they were private enough to allow me to deal with the need aroused within me...
