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This vignette was written for Kemper as his patreon Flash Fiction for April 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Getting Steamy

The air in the steam room was so thick and heavy with scorching moisture that Kemper had no way of knowing how many other men were sharing it with him. Maybe half a dozen, maybe as much as twice that number. He heard voices, the occasional burst of conversation over the gently ambient music and some less regular shuffling along with the occasional clearing of the throat or murmur if two steamy, naked bodies accidentally tried to occupy the same space, but tucked away in the back corner no-one really came close enough to put the feline in that same position.

He shivered, a strange sensation given that he was so hot and his fur, not to mention the skin below it, was glistening with thousands upon thousands of minute drops of condensation, and his cock twitched. Kemper was hard as stone, and had been almost from the moment he slipped into the steam room and sat down. Back then he had been wearing a towel around his waist, but now it was unfastened and lying beneath him, cushioning his rump against the wooden slats of the bench seating. For a moment, not that it made much difference in the heavy mist, Kemper closed his eyes. He heard her voice in his head, felt her breath upon his ear, and of course her hand upon his then flaccid and towel-wrapped crotch.

"Go sit in the back. Take off your towel, and jerk off for me. I want to be able to imagine you all hidden away in the steam, going to town on yourself with so many other guys so close... but hidden from every one of them. I want to know you're gonna be rock hard, so that when I join you... you'll be ready."

That had been what felt like an age ago, though it was probably closer to ten or fifteen minutes. Until now, Kemper hadn't dared to actually jerk off, just staring down through the steam at his all but invisible cock and watching it twitch, feeling it quiver and strain in excitement as he wondered if the woman who had done this to him was serious, or if she'd just been fooling around. The problem with Cara was that it was hard to tell, for the mouse was as goofy and playful as she was shameless and lewd. The more he thought about her though, and all the fun they'd had on each and every occasion their paths had crossed, the harder it became to hold back... and, in general, the harder it became.

He had barely touched his cock, barely wrapped his hand around it and started to stroke with his other hand pressed over his mouth just to be sure, when he saw movement in the steam. A figure, silent to the point of being all but ghostly drifting towards him. He held back a yelp, and frantically tried to seek out the edge of his towel so that he could lift it and throw it over his throbbing member. Before he could do so though, after seeming to venture off to the other corner of the steam room's back wall, the figure walked up to him so close, one pink hand outstretched to guide them along the wall, that they practically bumped straight into him.

Kemper's eyes bulged as he saw Cara, wrapped in a towel but already shedding it to reveal her naked body the very moment that she saw it was him, in here. In the men's steam room, just like she'd promised. The mouse winked as she leaned in towards the male, and pecked him on the lips before pressing a finger between their muzzles, asking for silence. She waited until Kemper nodded sincerely, his eyes bulging, then grinned. The sort of playful, mischievous, delicious grin that Kemper had seen on her features before, just before something unbearably wonderful happened.

She straddled his lap, feet resting upon the bench either side of Kemper with legs bent, allowing her the perfect pose from which to manoeuvre herself up and down.

She grasped at his cock with one pink, furless hand, the other already draped around his neck, and guided it to her pussy. She leaned in and kissed Kemper to muffle their shared moan as he slipped into her. Even compared to the scalding steam-room, she was so hot, and even compared to the cloying intensity of the steam against his fur and flesh, she gripped like a vice. Immediately, shamelessly, Cara began to ride him. Not to gently rock back and forth astride his member or to slowly build up to a more frenetic pace, but to bounce and hump up and down the full length of his straining cock from the very beginning.

Vents opened up in the side of the room, and an intense hissing escaped as fresh water was added to the coals beneath the floor, new steam pouring out into the room while the sound muffled a long, desperate groan that Kemper had been waiting for an excuse to let loose from the moment he laid eyes upon Cara. Her chubby thighs grazed against his more lean legs with a rhythmic but thankfully barely audible clapping, and each time her small but plump figure landed against his crotch, hilting his cock within her, Cara buried her face in his chest before unleashing the softest, happiest of bliss-stricken squeaks.

They didn't speak. Didn't whisper to one another. Didn't try to co-ordinate their climaxes or anything of the sort, too caught up in the combined acts of fucking and remaining as silent as possible in the process. All Kemper could do to try and hasten Cara's climax along was grasp at her ass and squeeze, and stroke, and tease at the very base of her tail with his fingertips in a manner that he knew the mouse enjoyed. All he could do was listen to those practically inaudible whimpers, feel her quivering against him and clutching, squeezing, drooling her own lustful desire around him, while being driven closer and closer to the edge himself.

The feline male's toes began to curl and flex. His breathing grew more rapid and shallow, barely able to fill his lungs in the heat of the steam room. His vision blurred, rendering Cara all but invisible even as she clung to him and bounced harder, faster, the clapping of their thighs growing more defined and audible now. At some point, Kemper simply stopped breathing. Holding his breath, holding everything as he felt himself being dragged to the edge. He knew if he let go, he'd cry out. If he let himself breath, let himself think, if he did anything to further divide his attention from both experiencing and restraining himself from the pleasure of his orgasm, he'd howl to the heavens with Cara's name.

His eyes bulged. His throat closed up, thank god. His body tensed, shook, and finally let go. Silently clinging to Cara as he felt her press herself tight against him and hold her pussy tight against his crotch, Kemper came. Ribbon after hot, thick ribbon of cum boiled out into Cara's depths, lashing against her walls as it erupting forth in copious bouts. His cock strained and twitched against her sensitive depths, his hips rocked, and as he felt Cara shaking violently as she too obviously hung on the very brink while he sailed over it, Kemper was overcome with a frantic need to share this experience with her. To make her cum right there and then before his own peak was over, no matter the cost. In a split-second his lust-stricken mind rather through a thousand lewd and primarily impossible ways to make it happen, but in the end only one of them seemed remotely plausible... at least to Kemper's lust-addled, mid-orgasmic mind.

As his cock twitched and lashed its last rope of seed against Cara's quaking innards, the hand upon the base of the mouse's tail tightened, and gave a brief, tender tug. A tug that pulled her back just a fraction of an inch upon his lap, and a tug that caused the male's muscles to tense, and his cock to stiffen within the mouse alongside everything else. A movement which was so subtle in every way, and yet either by luck or some quirk of divine fate that the pair had earned, was perfectly attuned to bring the shaft of Kemper's erection into direct contact with Cara's hyper-sensitive, desperately needy g-spot.

Steam poured into the room once again, and for the second time in a matter of minutes the intense hissing sound muffled an uncontrolled gasp from the two hidden yet oh so exposed lovers. Cara buried her face deep in Kemper's lush fur and gurgled as that graze to her g-spot finally sent her crashing over the edge, and Kemper let loose his breath at long last in a ragged, feverish whimper as he felt Cara not only clutching in an orgasmic frenzy around his spent cock, but squirting, gushing with volume and force enough to send her hot juices raining down his crotch and dripping off his freshly emptied balls.

Soon the mouse was spent, and was clambering down from Kemper's lap. She wrapped her towel around herself once again, but before she departed leaned in once more to both peck the satisfied, crimson-cheeked cat upon the lips and then swiftly whisper into his ear. It was just a handful of words, but though he had cum barely a minute before into that very mouse's depths, they were enough to make the male's member twitch anew where it lay softening, glistening and hidden amidst the billowing steam.

Cara slipped away silently into the steam, ready to make good her escape so no-one would ever know she was here. But, hopefully they would see one another again before Kemper's spa day was done. Particularly if he heeded the mouse's words.

He replayed them in his head, and let loose another shuddering, lustful gasp of air.

'I'm gonna cool off in the pool. Maybe I'll see you there? I hear it's quite quiet at this time of day.'

By Jeeves

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