Steam and Sweat

This story is partially an experiment. Written in two days, it is presented here raw and unedited, which not how I usually present my work. Please enjoy. Feedback is welcome

The original plan was to arrive at the hotel, drop bags in the cabana and then head immediately downtown for dinner, a few drinks and a bit of dancing. Maybe even hook up with a horny college girl fucking her way through school on Daddy's money for a one-night stand before sending her back to her hotel room (Preferably in another hotel!) in the morning. Fourteen hours stuck in my seat through departure delays and rerouting around a storm followed by missing the late shuttle to the resort and aggravations of checking in late sucked all the eagerness out of me. Instead, I grabbed a microwavable burger and overpriced sports drink from the hotel store with plans to choke down the burger then hit the small resort gym. I needed to stretch my muscles and just fucking MOVE.

Yeah, I hear what you're saying- I should have just jumped in the shower, loosened up a bit and gone out to find real food and that co-ed to ride like a rental car but, truth be told, I KNEW I wasn't in the mood just then. Any flirting I started would be bitching about air travel and that doesn't exactly set the mood. And it's sad that two bites into the burger had me thinking good things about airline food. I tossed the rest in the trash, finished changing into my workout gear and hit the gym.

Now the gym at the small resort wasn't that bad- the usual wall of mirrors, the adjustable-weights Tower of Exercise, a few stationary bikes and three treadmills. Normally I'd happily jump on one of the bikes and run through one of the preset options. Hell, I'd already planned to rent a bike at least one day this trip and bike once around the island sightseeing. But the idea of sitting down again so soon turned my stomach, so it had to be the treadmill. Stretch, earbuds in, select a good long course and speed and soon I pounded down an imaginary street to my exercise playlist, completely zoned out of the waking world.

And I do mean 'completely zoned out' because she'd been standing in front of me for at least five minutes before I snapped out of it and finally noticed her. This was NOT a woman one casually ignores either. Roughly six foot tall if an inch in her bare feet, with a mass of bronze-blonde curls and the type of copper skin that comes only from laying out in the sun. Not a Fake-and-Bake girl this one. That's where she had to be coming from too, either poolside or the beach because she wore a very small sling-kini bottom and a top that covered the erect tents formed by her nipples but did very little to control her perfectly round tits. Fake tits obviously, but that had to be because there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. I had a feeling she could toss me over her shoulder and drag me off into the island interior with little trouble. I certainly wouldn't fight her if she did.

Wrestle in oil, yes. Fight for my long-lost virginity? Absolutely not.

Yeah, my libido started kicking in once my brain registered her standing there watching me over the neon purple rims of her sunglasses and I'm going to stand by that being the reason my stride faltered a bit and I almost stumbled. It had nothing to do with the look in her dark-green eyes that judged me like a prey animal. Or when she leaned in close to look at the timer on the treadmill's control panel, then not-so-subtly at the bulge of my shorts I found impossible to control.

Damn. Even her smile was predatory.

And she smelled like coconut oil. Like 'if she were in the right light in the dark, she'd shine' level of coconut oil.

I waited for her to say something, mostly because my mouth was desert dry and all my thinking blood flowed somewhere other than my brain, but instead she slowly licked her lips before walking away. No, not 'walking'- prowling. If she'd had a twitching tail attached to that glorious golden ass, it would not have been out of place. Not one bit. Stunned, I watched her go, my legs still pumping to keep up with the rolling belt under my feet. Auto-pilot controlled my lower body. Two of them. Flying separate planes.

She only looked back once when she stopped at the door to the steam room, purposefully bending at the waist to give me a better look at her sculpted ass when she grabbed one of the large towels on the rack next to the door. She knew I was watching. This woman commanded attention when she wanted it and she undoubtedly wanted mine. NOW.

My left hand slapped the 'Stop' button on the control panel while my right reflexively grabbed the nearby towel I brought just for the purpose of wiping down the machine. There's a part of me that wants to say I did that out of politeness or wanting to stretch out the game she was preparing, but I really just needed a second or twelve to stop my knees from wobbling. I gathered my own towel from the rack outside, counted to thirty by threes and slipped into the steam room.

I want to set the scene by saying something clever like 'a cloud of steam fogged my vision for an instant when I shut the door' but that didn't happen. I'm not that poetic. I shut the door and she sat there, completely nude and already with a fine sheen of steamy sweat coating her coppery skin, leaning back with her legs spread open invitingly. I watched one lucky bead gather between her tits, roll down her chest and tight tummy until it disappeared into the small, decorative tangle of brass-blonde pubes at the top of her tantalizing pussy. It crossed no tan lines on her at all, not even a hint of one. Immediately, I moved to rescue that sweat drop. To help it complete its journey into the valley of paradise.

She stopped me with claws pressing very pointedly against my chest. I froze, acknowledging that I'd overstepped the boundaries of her game. She stared up at me, still looking over the rim of her purple sunglasses. With her free hand, she drew one nail over my stomach and throbbing hard-on still contained in my shorts, frowning and pinching at the fabric. I might have been taken aback by this amazon's silence, but I'm not THAT dumb. I stripped off my clothes in a flash, tossing them into a pile on the bench by the door. Satisfied, she smiled at my revealed hard-on, gently caressing my shaft and balls with the ends of her dangerous claws. I was losing the war against the building need to grab her head and drive into her mouth, especially when she bent forward to put a kiss firmly on my swollen head. Fuuuucckk... she left lipstick on me.

I waited to feel her lips wrap around my cock, sliding all the way to the base in one go. If this woman couldn't deep throat without thinking about it, I'm a turnip. Her strong hands wrapped around my hips...

Then she pushed me away, leaning back lazily against the wooden bench. Surprised, I looked down at her, trying to decide what I was being instructed to do. She stared back, tilting her head towards the bench opposite, on the other side of the hot stones. And she pouted sadly until I settled down into my assigned place. I followed her lead, settling back with my knees apart, my hard cock twitching against my stomach with my pounding pulse. She gave me a satisfied smile, languidly sprinkling a ladle of water over the hot stones to create more steam.

This time I took a little initiative, opting to give her a bit of a show. Reaching down, I started caressing my thighs, gently brushing my cock every so often. My hands rubbed over my pubes, reaching down to pull down on my aching balls, pulling them away from my body. Her hands acted too, stroking up her thighs, along her hips and ribs and finally cupping her tits. She spread her legs challengingly, putting her feet up on the corners of the box of hot stones separating us and giving me the first glimpse of the pink heaven of her pussy.

Watching her play with her tits, I tried to act nonchalant, leaning back against the riser with one hand supporting my head. Our hands wandered over our own bodies for a while, teasing each other with this unspoken display. Our bodies gleamed with steam and sweat in no time. I didn't have to look down to see the bead of pre-cum leaking from my dick, casually spreading it over my cockhead with lazy finger. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste of my cum I guess, then responded by slipping her hands down to the crotch. Spreading her nether lips with her thumbs, opening the exotic pink honey pot that was already making my dick twitch.

By unspoken mutual consent, we started jerking ourselves off for the other. My free hand stood my cock up and started stroking slowly from base to just below the crest of my head. I knew as long as I didn't go all the way to the end, I'd be able to keep from cumming, something I would be damned if I did before her. Up and down slow and steady to give her as enticing a show as I could manage. Not really sure what, if anything women get from watching guys jerk it. Seems very mechanical to me and I'm doing it! But if that's what got her into bed with me, I'll do my best to put on a show.

While she switched back and forth between watching my hand stroking my dick and my face, I sat transfixed watching her fingers caress all around her spread lips and opening slit. In no time, her clit sprouted from his place at the top of her pussy and there was no missing it! It stood out proudly from it's hood, nearly as thick as my little finger and easily and inch long and it made my mouth water imaging sucking on it like a straw to drink from her pussy. I know there's a joke in there somewhere about needing a pineapple slice and a few cherries to make a tropical 'cunttail', but it's not coming together for me thinking about it now.

Catching it between thumb and forefinger, she mimicked my actions and started stroking that amazing clit like a cock. Letting out a throaty moan, her head rolled back and the muscles of her thighs jumped under her skin. It was the first sound I'd heard her make and it almost made me blow my load right then and there. I had to pull down hard on my nut sack and squeeze my dick painfully tight to keep from losing it. By the time I got myself back under control, she watched me over the top of her sunglasses (Now hopelessly clouded with steam.) to see my reaction when she jammed two fingers deep into her slit.

I responded my smearing the free-flowing pre-cum all over the head and shaft of my very unsatisfied cock. Holy shit did I fucking want to be fucking deep inside her... well, fucking her like it was my fucking job. And no, I'd given up trying to keep from getting off when she stuffed all four fingers in her slit as if she wanted to untie the knot of her belly button from the inside. She banged against her G-spot relentlessly, breathing heavy enough to be an untrained boxer in a long fight.

My hand bounced up and down my shaft, balls to tip. I pulled up and over my head, coating my fingers with fluid each time. I didn't have much longer. Over the sounds of our heavy breathing, the sounds of flesh on flesh and the roaring of blood in my ears, I swear by all that's holy and unholy that I heard this copper-skinned amazonian demoness laughing! She laughed a low, filthy giggle through that predatory 'Is that all you got boy? Best start impressing me or I'll find something else to warm my bed tonight.' grin.

I'd never seen a woman finger-banging herself look so absolutely joyfully feral.

Made me do something I rarely did when jacking off- I orgasmed.

Now, before you say anything- yes, I jack off all the time. Who doesn't? And yes, unless interrupted, I DO manage to get myself off. It's mostly body mechanics and mental trickery. Stroke enough thinking about some porn star's ass and you make a mess. Slight rush of endorphins and all's good for the day.

No, this was a full-on, two hot bodies grinding away with lots of grunting and body grabbing and flesh-on-flesh utter loss of body control. I tried to keep it back, but I just couldn't. My body demanded the release and so did she.

My mind went hazy. My hips jumped off the bench seat making an air bridge from my head on the upper bench to my feet on the floor. My one hand went from trying to pull my ball sack away, to crushing it to the base of my cock. Somehow, my other hand managed to aim my explosion of pleasure up and away. I could feel the surges of sperm rushing up the shaft through the palm of my hand. Cum burst out in an energetic arc between the two of us.

A few drops reached all the way to her pussy, but most dropped and sizzled away on the hot stones.

Triggered by my release, she immediately followed, pulling her hand away and adding a flood of fluid of her own to the stones in a milky squirt. The air suddenly smelled of sweat and salt and sex as the orgasmic fluids hissed and evaporated away.

I was still blinking and trying to clear my head when she suddenly towered above me. Brushing my hands away, she took control of my cock and did exactly what I'd been hoping for earlier. I felt her hands and then saw her lips cover me completely. In an instant she took me in all the way to the base, pressing her nose into my pubes.

Now, I like to think I'm like most guys- I can get off, give me a minute or five to piss, grab a drink and I'm ready to go again. Pretty normal. Gives the girl time to catch her breath and all that.

She wasn't having any of that sort of nonsense.

Between her lips, swirling tongue and demanding swallowing, I went from half- to fully-hard in a heartbeat. And she milked every last drop of cum I had left in my dick straight into her mouth, tossing it back like a shot of rum. Finally, she was close enough for me to reach out and touch her copper-tanned skin, rub my hands (And hopefully face!) all over those nice boobs...

Again, nope. At least, not the way I was thinking at the time. She came off my dick with a satisfied pop. I started to sit up, reaching for her breast or hip. I wanted to pull her down and maneuver around where I could get my mouth on that long, thick clit. To 'worship at her temple' until she said SOMETHING... anything.

Denying me, the amazon pushed me back against the benches, climbing up into my lap, never letting go of my prick. Her skin felt hot on mine, but none moreso than the wet heat that wrapped around my cock as it slid into her magnificently velvety pussy. She planted her feet slightly behind my butt, draped her arms languidly over my shoulders, and slowly started grinding her hips against mine.

I opened my mouth to curse, worship her or ask questions (I no longer quite know myself.) and she took that as a sign to kiss me. Not just kiss me but ram her tongue down my throat to dislodge the words I was forming and chase away any attempts at rational thought. I remember being quite fine with that because it gave me the chance to finally reach down and grab her ass.

Her ass fit in my hands like they were made for each other. Taut copper skin over muscles that... let's just say I have it on good authority that she does an 'Ass Day' when she goes to the gym, because what I felt was no accident. A little pop-up achievement had to have appeared over her head one day accompanied by trumpets declaring 'Perfect Ass Unlocked'.

She took her time with me, grinding away for what felt like a blissful eternity. At one point she stopped moving her body and did this indescribable thing where she did this belly dance sorta move and I could feel her pussy squeeze and contract but not like she was closing her legs but as though there was a hand inside her giving my cock slow milking strokes? It's really hard to explain and in no way am I accurately describing what she did or how it felt. Accept that it was amazing, okay?

She never let me talk, but every so often she would let out that quiet little demonic giggle, her pussy would clench around me and I could feel the fresh wet warmth flow out of her and down my balls. It happened at least a half-dozen times because by the time she let me cum (And I mean LET ME!), I sat in a puddle of her juices. But any time I got close, she'd just stop moving and give me this sad little pout that worked way better than it ever should have at keeping me from blowing my load inside her.

By the end, I was exhausted. The flight and treadmill had taken a lot out of me already, and even though I would have gladly fucked this copper goddess all night long if that's what she wanted, I was completely wiped out. Sitting still, even with my cock buried in the most inviting pussy I'd ever been inside, took it's toll. That's when she gave me one last treat.

Shifting her feet slightly, she lifted herself into a very energizing position- just low enough for the top few inches of my cock to stay inside her, just high enough that I could finally fuck back. She leaned forward, pressing the heels of her hands into my shoulders and giving her hips a little wiggle as if to say 'Well? What are you waiting for?'.

Alright then, I said to myself. If this is what you want, this is what you get.

Holding onto her hips, I started thrusting off the bench, burying my dick into her slot over and over again. Each upward thrust slapped into her ass, jolting her body and making those beautiful breasts bounce majestically. The feral grin hung over me, her nails digging into my shoulders helping her fight for balance. Our ragged breathing echoed in the small, hot room.

She giggled and pushed down hard. That did it.

She climaxed one more time and I came, pushing up into her as hard as I could. My breath left my body in similar cathartic laughter, letting go with everything. I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life, not even when hate-fucking my ex-boss' wife's ass over the hood of his car. My balls drained into her while my hips worked entirely on autopilot until, eventually, they stopped.

I vaguely remember her leaning down to kiss me one more time before I blacked out. As often as she'd jammed her tongue down my throat that night, it was the first time I realized she tasted a little like cinnamon.

I woke hours later, sore from laying on the hard wooden bench. It was dark and the air, while still warm, had cooled enough to make it noticeable. Groaning, I forced myself to my feet, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. A towel had been tossed over my junk in case someone else had come along to wake me, but otherwise, I was alone. Only the smell of hot, horny, primally raw fucking clinging to my skin and the very air of the steam room told me that I had not dreamed the whole encounter. I gathered my things, wrapped the towel around my waist and limped to my cabana.

Stumbling inside, I didn't even bother to turn the lights on or jump in the shower. If housekeeping found me in the morning still looking and smelling like I had just had my brains fucked out, so be it. Maybe they could tell me who she was and where I could find her.

They couldn't. None of the staff recognized my description of a six-foot-tall woman of athletic build, copper-tanned skin and long, curls bronze-ish blond hair. She wasn't a guest of the hotel at least.

Nor had she frequented any of the nearby bars apparently. And trust me when I say she would have stood out even in this crowd of drinking and dancing Beautiful People.

Oh, that co-ed I was hoping to bang that first night? Roommates on the fourth night-day five. Kinky as fah-uck too. Wanted me to take them to some secluded place on the island and...

Well, maybe that's a story for another day.

Suffice to say my vacation went better than I'd hoped for, if a little bit of a let-down after the first night.

I had a great dinner on my last night on the island, did a little dancing. Hoped to get a blowjob from this hot little waitress I'd been chatting up the last few days, but she was off that night. No biggie. Headed back to the hotel and my nice little cabana room. In the morning I'd pack my bags and head to the airstrip, praying for weather bad enough to 'strand' me here a few more days, or a good tail wind to get me home fast. I was good either way.

I fought with the lock (Damn key cards HATE me!) and stepped inside. It was dark, naturally, because I never turn on a light when I leave like an idiot.

I reached for the switch. A car went by somewhere in the distance, throwing light into the room.

The scent of coconut oil hit me full in the face.

And the reflected gleam of her naked body standing there, still wearing those sunglasses and predatory smile.

BUUUTT, that too is a story for another day.