Soaked Through

The steam room wrapped us in thick, wet heat. I sat on the cedar bench while Jenna stood across from me, still in those thin black tights that hugged her thighs and ass so tight I could see the soft skin glowing through them. After three days of silence and mutual blame, our eyes finally locked, and there it was—that hungry, forbidden spark.

"You still pissed?" she asked softly, dragging her palm down her neck, then lower to her chest. Her nipples were already poking through the soaked lace of her bra.

"Pissed... but right now I want you more than I'm pissed," I said, feeling my cock stiffen under the towel.

She stepped closer. The sauna smelled like eucalyptus and our mingled sweat. Somewhere beyond the thin door, voices drifted—other patrons, anyone could walk in at any second, and that thought only cranked us both hotter. Jenna leaned in, her damp hair brushing my shoulder.

"Then quit wasting time on words," she breathed against my lips.

I grabbed her waist and yanked her into me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues twisting. My hands slid down her thighs, over the tights. The fabric was hot, slightly tacky from the steam. I traced my fingers up her inner thigh, feeling her tremble.

"Mmm... touch me there," she whispered, spreading her legs wider.

I pressed my palm flat against her crotch. The tights weren't just wet from steam anymore—through the thin nylon I could feel the scorching slickness of her pussy. I ran a finger along the seam, pressing into her clit. She arched, letting out a quiet moan into my mouth.

"You're already dripping... right through the tights," I rasped, kissing down her neck.

"Because three days without you..." She bit her lip. "Just take off what you need. Hurry."

I didn't rip the tights off. Instead, I just shoved the fabric aside, baring her wet, swollen slit. Two fingers slid in easily—she was so slick and hot I groaned from the feel of it. Jenna started rocking her hips, riding my hand.

"Deeper... yeah... oh god," she whimpered, digging her nails into my shoulders. Her tits swayed in front of my face. I caught a nipple through the wet bra and sucked hard.

Suddenly, laughter and footsteps erupted right outside the door. We froze for a second, hearts slamming. It only made it hotter. Jenna looked into my eyes, a dare burning in hers.

"Don't stop... let them hear if they walk in," she exhaled, then reached down and tore the towel off me. My hard cock sprang free, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

She wrapped her hand around it, stroking up and down, smearing the slickness.

"So big today... I want it inside me. Right now."

I spun her around. Jenna braced her hands on the bench, pushing that gorgeous ass out, still sheathed in tights. I shoved the fabric further aside, opening her up. I dragged the head of my cock along her soaked folds, teasing her clit. She bucked her hips impatiently.

"Just put it in... fuck me," she nearly sobbed.

I thrust forward and buried myself in her hot, tight cunt in one stroke. She gasped, the tights pulling taut across her ass. I started moving—slow at first, savoring every inch as her walls gripped me. Then faster. The slap of our bodies echoed too loud in the sauna.

"Quiet... they'll hear us," I whispered, but I couldn't stop, pounding her harder.

"Let them... ah... let them hear you fucking me," she shot back, pushing into me. The tights bit into her skin, leaving red lines. I grabbed her hips, feeling the fabric slip under my fingers.

Then I pulled out, my cock slick with her juices, and pressed against her tight asshole. Jenna glanced back, eyes gleaming.

"Yes... there too. Just slow at first."

I spat on the head and pushed into her ass. She was impossibly tight. Jenna's breathing quickened, and she bit her own hand to keep from screaming. When I was fully seated, she arched and let out a low moan:

"Oh... so deep... move..."

I fucked her ass with steady strokes, one hand working her clit through the soaked tights. The fabric was completely drenched now—her juices, my sweat, everything. With my other hand I slapped her ass. Jenna flinched and clenched around me even harder.

"I'm gonna... I can't hold it..." she gasped, her voice shaking.

Her body tensed, her pussy pulsing even without direct penetration. She came hard, legs trembling, hot fluid spraying out and soaking the tights even more. I felt her ass clenching rhythmically around my cock.

That pushed me over the edge. I slammed a few more brutal strokes, then pulled out of her ass. Jenna spun around fast, dropped to her knees on the wet wooden floor, and opened her mouth wide.

"Cum on my face... and on the tights," she begged hoarsely.

I lost it. The first thick rope of cum hit her tongue, the second splashed across her cheek, the third and fourth coated her tits and the black nylon stretched between her thighs. White streaks ran down her skin and soaked into the fabric. Jenna dragged her fingers through the mess, smearing my cum into the wet tights, and smiled, panting.

"Now we're definitely good," she whispered, kissing the head of my cock.

Footsteps echoed outside again. We scrambled to pull ourselves together, but the smell of sex and our glistening, sweat-and-cum-slicked bodies gave it all away. Jenna straightened her tights—now wet and sticky in all the right places—and shot me a wicked grin.

"Next time... leave them on the whole time."