Steam and Secrets

It had been a long day. After a brutal gym session, my body was wrecked and begging for release. I had spent the last hour training legs, chest, and all the thoughts I shouldn’t be having—especially about that tight little outfit my gym partner had worn during hip thrusts. By the time I stepped into the sauna, the heat wasn’t the only thing building pressure inside me.

I sat back on the bench, towel loose around my waist, the silence broken only by the hiss of the steam. Eyes closed, mind wandering, blood still pulsing in one very specific direction.

Then came a knock.

The door creaked open.

It was her—the receptionist. We’d exchanged teasing looks before, little glances, lingering smiles. A comment here, a compliment there. Nothing concrete… until now.

She poked her head in. “Hey... just checking if anyone's still in here. Everyone else has already left.”

Her eyes scanned the room—and landed on me.

More specifically, on it.

My towel had slipped just enough to reveal the hard truth. Her gaze locked on it for a moment too long. She didn’t blush. She didn’t apologize. Instead, she stepped fully inside and closed the door behind her.

“I always wondered if you were teasing me on purpose…” she said, voice low, sultry. “Now I know.”

She took a slow step forward. “You were thinking about her, weren’t you?” she smirked, nodding knowingly, eyes never leaving my erection.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could answer, she was on her knees.

Her fingers wrapped around the base as if she’d done it a hundred times. Her tongue flicked across the tip, just once, before her lips parted and she took me in slowly. It was hot—intense—the kind of heat that rivaled the sauna itself.

She didn’t rush. She worked me like she’d been waiting for this moment since the first day we met.

My fingers clenched the wooden bench. I let out a groan, low and guttural, as her rhythm deepened and the pressure in my core swelled to the edge.

And then—release.

She looked up, lips wet, eyes calm, almost amused.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, standing and straightening her top. “But hey... it’s my last day here.”

She opened the door, glanced back with a wicked smile.

“Better hurry. My boyfriend’s waiting for me in the car.”

And just like that, she vanished into the steam—leaving me breathless, drained, and aching for more.