Jane
I sat on the warm wood, not sure if it was the steam that was making my heart rate pick up or if it was because I’d practically just done a striptease in front of Tate. I wasn’t sure where the bravado had come from, but I’d found myself pulling off my T-shirt and pants faster than a referee could say, “On your marks, get set, go!” My sports bra clung to me uncomfortably and I half-wished that I’d taken that off as well. But I wasn’t that brave or that dumb—though it would have been fun to see Tate’s face if I’d stripped naked in front of him. He would have blown his load right then and there.
Still smiling, I wiped the sweat away from my face. Shit, it was hot in here, but it was worth it for the teasing I was going to give Tate. The look on his face had been absolutely priceless. To be fair, I’d surprised myself just as much, but I’d wanted to get him back for telling the meathead who had been coming on to me that I was a prostitute. Not that he’d used those words exactly, but all three of us had known exactly what he’d been implying.
The meathead really had been such an asshole, though. I speaky Spanish. I ground my teeth as I remembered his words. “How’s about I speaky my Spanish foot in your mouth, jackass,” I grumbled.
That’s what I should have said, but I hadn’t wanted Tate to think that I was prone to violence or that what he had said to the guy was by any means okay just because the meathead had turned out to be such a tool.
Voices became audible just beyond the steam room door. Who was coming in and where the hell was Tate? Did it really take this long to find a towel? I wondered if Tate was sniffing my clothes, but I shrugged the thought off. He wasn’t that much of a pervert; if he was going to sniff anything, it would be my panties, and I’d been smart enough to keep those on. The door opened, but even though I was facing it, I couldn’t see anything through the dense steam.
“I had a feeling you’d find your way to the steam room, big boy.” The nasal tones of the blonde who had been flirting with Tate earlier filled the room, and I stifled a groan. What was that bitch doing here?
“Well, I guess that makes you psychic or something,” Tate’s deep husky voice replied, and my nerves tingled.
“I have been told I have a gift,” the blonde continued. “I feel as though I can communicate with others.” I had to pinch myself to stop myself from laughing at her idiotic comment.
“With others?” Tate’s voice grew closer and I could see glimpses of him through the steam.
“In other worlds.” The blonde seemed to be following him. “A bit like Whoopi Goldberg in that awesome movie, Ghost.”
“Oh, hmm, okay,” Tate said. I heard a clunk to my left, so I assumed he had taken a seat. It was so weird that I could barely see him even though he was so close.
“But, of course, I have other talents as well.” She giggled. “I can fit a whole dick in my mouth without gagging.”
“Can you really?” Tate sounded amused, and I wanted to slap him. I knew that he knew that I could hear this entire conversation. And I had no idea why he was continuing to converse with this vapid fool.
“You look like you’re packing at least, what …?” She paused. “I’m going to guess eight inches.”
“A gentleman neither confirms nor denies.” Tate sounded cocky as hell but I had to admit that I was also curious just how big he was.
“Well, hey, I love big cocks,” the blonde continued, and I rolled my eyes. Did this lady never take a rest?
“Oh, yeah?” Tate sounded pleased, and he chuckled slightly. “I can say that no woman has ever been dissatisfied with me.”
“I was quite pleased to see you only had your boxers on just now,” she continued, and I raised my eyebrows. So Tate had taken off his gym shorts, had he? “It’ll give me easier access.” I wanted to slap her. “And your chest is also very hot.” The blonde giggled. “You could be a male model or a stripper.”
“Thanks,” Tate said, but I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying now. My mind was on the fact that a mostly-naked Tate was next to me. My boss was sitting next to me in nothing but boxers, and this stupid bitch wouldn’t shut up. I wondered what she was going to do next. She can’t do anything if you’re already doing it, I thought to myself and I inched toward Tate. I didn’t give myself time to fully think through my actions. I just slid along the bench until my thigh was firmly pressed next to Tate’s strong warm one. The impact of his skin next to mine made me tingle. I felt his body stilling next to mine as our thighs touched, and for good measure, I rested my hand on his leg. I heard him breathe in deeply and I grinned. But then I felt his hand on my thigh and it was my turn to go still. Only Tate wasn’t as shy as I was and his hand slid slowly up my thigh until it was resting dangerously close to my panties.
“So do you want me to show you one of the things I can do with my tongue?” the blonde spoke again and I pressed my lips together. You wish, bitch.
“Hmm,” Tate said, not immediately shooting her down. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his fingers trailing up and down my leg, leaving sparks of excitement and anticipation in their wake.
“Where are you?” Blondie said. “Let me come and show you.” As soon as she said the words, I stood up and gently lowered my ass onto Tate’s lap.
“Why, hello there, sexy,” Tate whispered into my ear as his arms slid around my waist and his warm hands played with my belly button.
“I think he’s busy, hon!” I said loudly into the room.
The blonde’s gasp was audible. “What?” she screeched. “Who was that?”
“Did you not hear me?” I said, continuing to rub my ass back and forth on Tate’s lap, his cock pressing up between my ass cheeks, hard and thick. Were my panties wetter from the feel of him under me or had the steam just gotten between my legs?
“I hear you … and feel you,” Tate whispered in my ear again. His lips pressed against the side of my neck as his hands moved up from my stomach to my sports bra. They glided up over my breasts, lightly squeezing them before moving higher. They stopped at my neck, his right hand squeezing with more pressure than I was expecting. It didn’t prevent me from breathing but it felt even more intimate an action than his hands grazing my breasts had. I shifted on his lap, oddly turned on by his hand on my neck, and he chuckled in my ear.
“What the hell is going on?” Blondie asked.
This time it was Tate who responded. “What do you think is going on?” he replied, his voice smooth.
I leaned back into him. His hands slid back to my breasts. They slipped under my sports bra to fondle my nipples, and I gasped loudly as he pinched my right nipple. I felt his body shudder with a suppressed groan as he played with my breasts, and I wiggled on his lap some more.
“Tate Howard, are you playing games with me?” The blonde didn’t sound amused.
“I’m not playing games with you, no.” He pulled my sports bra up to give him easier access to my breasts. I closed my eyes, not quite believing what was happening but knowing I didn’t want it to stop. The pleasure was so intense that my body felt like it was on fire.
“I find it curious that you know my full name, but I don’t know yours.” Tate continued to run his hands over my breasts, his fingers caressing them softly as his palms teased my nipples.
“You don’t know my name?” I could hear the pout in her voice.
“That’s what I said.”
I jumped a little as his right hand slid down my stomach and directly to my pussy. His fingers rubbed me gently over my panties, and I moaned lightly. I was so turned on it wasn’t funny.
“I wish I could suck on your tits,” he whispered in my ear. I didn’t say anything back, but I was wishing he could as well.
“My name is Francesca Burns,” Blondie said. “And don’t forget it.”
“Oh, I’ll never forget this moment,” Tate murmured. He moved his hand inside my panties so that his fingers were rubbing against my clit. “You’re so wet,” he growled in delight as he rubbed me.
“What are you talking about?” Francesca asked him. “And who was the other person talking?”
“Me,” I squeaked out, my stomach doing somersaults as Tate played with me. His left hand was still playing with my breasts as the fingers on his right hand teased my clit.
“And who the hell are you?” Blondie said as Tate pulled me back, shifting position slightly to get easier access into my panties. I felt him tug my panties down a bit more, then he slipped a finger inside of me. It felt amazing, and I spread my legs a bit wider. He slipped another finger inside of me and I could feel that I was building up to an orgasm.
“She’s the girl I’m currently fingering and about to fuck,” Tate answered, his voice husky.
I froze at his words. All of a sudden the experience felt cheap and no longer sexy.
“Move a bit so I can slip your panties all the way down,’’ he whispered as he slipped his fingers out of me and wiped them on my panties. “Also, are you on the pill? I don’t have a condom with me.’’
I didn’t respond for a few seconds, then I shifted my body on his lap. It was then that I felt the naked flesh of his cock against my ass. He slipped my panties farther down and shifted me on his lap. I could feel his cock between my legs, pressed up against me, and I realized that he would be inside of me within seconds. His fingers reached down to rub my clit again.
“Still wet for me, eh, Jane?” he whispered in my ear, sounding pleased. I jumped up off of his lap at the same time that Blondie screeched.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I quickly pulled down my sports bra and pulled up my panties. I ran to the door, flung it open, and hurried to the ladies changing room. Despite being as turned on as I was, I needed to get out of there.
Once I was in the ladies’ locker room, I stopped to catch my breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “What the hell just happened, Jane?”
My cheeks were flushed red, and my skin was tingling. What had I just let Tate do to me? Oh my gosh, it had felt so good and so bad at the same time. I’d forgotten I was mad at him. I’d forgotten he was an asshole. I’d forgotten everything aside from how good he’d been making me feel. Fuck! I’d nearly lost my virginity to him in a steam room with another person present. Had I lost my mind? I opened my locker, grabbed my work clothes, and dressed as quickly as I could. I didn’t care about my workout clothes or a shower right now. I just needed to get out of there and go home. I needed some space to think about what had just happened and what I should do next.