The man had an arse to die for. But before Claire’s mind had a chance to disappear too far into the gutter, Jackson had walked to the steam room door, opened it and said,
‘You coming then?’
Claire merely nodded. She took off her robe and put it on the same chair as Jackson’s clothes then followed him in, closing the door behind her. The steam enveloped her in a warm embrace and she let her eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. Moving to the wooden platforms used for seating, she went to sit on the one at right angles to where Jackson was sitting.
Before she could sit down he said, ‘What are you doing? How am I meant to massage your calf muscle from there?’
What with all the distraction of Jackson taking his clothes off and asking her to join him in a steam room, Claire had completely forgotten about the massage for her non-existent cramp. Feeling chastised, she moved to the end of Jackson’s bench and gingerly lowered herself onto the warm wood, facing him. She couldn’t remember telling him which leg it was, so she mentally crossed her fingers and stretched out her right leg towards him.
He took her ankle and shifted so he could put her foot in his lap. Claire was very aware of how close it was to his groin. Jackson put his hands on her calf muscle and started to manipulate it. After that, Claire wasn’t aware of much else. Her natural reaction was to make lots of “Ooh” and “Ahh” noises as he massaged her, but she kept her mouth shut for fear of sounding like a porn star.
As Jackson’s hands swept over her skin and kneaded at her muscles, the heat in the room started to make her sweat. Claire had always preferred steam rooms over saunas as the heat wasn’t quite so dry and extreme. But what with there being an incredibly attractive man touching her and still feeling horny after her hot tub orgasm, Claire was really feeling the heat.
A droplet of sweat ran down her spine and she shuddered, all her hairs standing on end.
‘You all right?’ said Jackson, obviously having felt her movement.
‘Yes, I’m fine. Just starting to feel the heat, that’s all.’
He smiled, damp hair flopping around his face and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. He glanced momentarily at Claire’s chest, then away. She swore she could see a tiny smirk on his face. Looking down, she realised why. Her nipples were totally giving the game away. They were rock hard and pressing against her bikini top. Making the excuse that she was cold would just not cut it. So she said nothing.
‘Well,’ he said after a few minutes of silence, releasing her leg, ‘there doesn’t appear to be any tension in the muscle now. You shouldn’t have any more trouble with it.’
Claire pulled her leg back and tucked both of them up, leaning her chin on her knee.
‘Thank you, that was lovely.’
‘No problem. Though it wasn’t meant to be lovely; it’s supposed to release tension.’
‘I know,’ she said, ‘but massage is always lovely. Especially from ...’ what she’d been about to say was “you”, but she quickly corrected herself – ‘a professional.’
Realising she’d inadvertently divulged details of her past sex life, she blushed and looked down.
When Claire looked back up, Jackson was still looking at her. She held his gaze and although it hardly seemed possible, the temperature in the room appeared to rise a few more degrees. Despite the damp atmosphere, her mouth and throat went dry.
‘Well I’m glad you enjoyed it,’ said Jackson, moving up the seat towards her. ‘You seem to be enjoying yourself rather a lot today, don’t you?’
As she opened her mouth to say something like, well that’s the whole point of coming to these places, she saw the lascivious expression on his face. He knew. As her brain floundered around for some kind of excuse, he said, ‘You’re not the first person to get off in that hot tub, you know.’
Claire’s jaw made a movement that had her resembling a fish. Not very attractive. Jackson didn’t seem to care. He shuffled closer still and put a finger beneath her jaw, pushing her mouth closed.
‘I could tell what you were doing.’ Now he was so close her toes were almost touching the side of his leg. ‘And it was really hot. See what you’ve done to me?’
He grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on his crotch. His cock was rock hard. Knowing that made Claire even hornier, and she felt a trickle of juice seeping from her pussy. The fact she hadn’t snatched her hand away was all the invitation Jackson needed. Slipping his hand between Claire’s legs, he pulled aside the stretch of material covering her cunt and dipped his fingers into her slit.
‘Well,’ he said, stroking his hand up and down her juice-slicked vulva, ‘somebody is very horny today, aren’t they?’
Claire said nothing and pressed her hand harder against his cock by way of response. She made small circles and felt his shaft twitch beneath her fingers. He retaliated by slipping two fingers inside her and zoning in on her g-spot. Curling his thumb up to her clit, he began to finger fuck Claire in earnest, making her writhe on the bench.
Jackson’s pleasure was all but forgotten as Claire felt her orgasm approach. The craziness of the situation, Jackson’s hotness and the chance of being caught had all served to ramp up Claire’s arousal in quick time. Before long, she was biting her own hand to keep from screaming as she bucked against Jackson’s fingers, riding out her sweaty climax.
As the tremors slowed, Jackson removed his hand and put it to his mouth. Claire watched as he sucked a finger between those pouty lips and licked up all her juices, then repeated with the other soaked digit. Claire, still feeling a little wrung out from her orgasm, smiled and moved so she was sitting next to him. Slipping a hand inside his trunks, she released his cock. It was damp with perspiration, as was the rest of him. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she began to stroke up and down, squeezing lightly. Jackson gasped, but any further sound was swallowed as Claire covered his lips with hers.
Claire felt herself growing wetter still as Jackson’s tongue thrust inside her mouth. He slipped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her tighter to him, deepening the already sensual kiss. She moaned, and felt Jackson’s thick cock leap beneath her fingers. Tightening her grip, Claire masturbated him more swiftly, enjoying the feeling of power as his kisses became more frenzied.
Soon, he pulled back a little, only to rest his forehead against hers. Looking down she saw him bite his lip as his cock began to spurt its release. He grunted as his semen shot out, hitting his abdomen and coating Claire’s hand.
Jackson gave Claire a quick kiss then tucked his cock back into his trunks, aware someone could arrive at any moment. When he suggested continuing Claire’s “massage” elsewhere, she agreed and they scrambled to leave, giggling like naughty schoolchildren.
It crossed Claire’s mind that she was behaving a little sluttishly, but she didn’t care; nobody had to know. It was her sweaty little secret and she was going to enjoy it.
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