Steam Room Tension After the Auto Shop Shift

The auto shop in Detroit had been sweltering all day and my coveralls stuck to my back when I finally clocked out. Brad and I had been circling each other for weeks with long looks across the bay and casual brushes when we reached for the same wrench. He was six two with thick arms from years of lifting engines and a short beard that caught the grease. I was twenty eight same as him and both of us knew what the other wanted without saying it out loud yet.

After everyone else left I headed to the back steam room to loosen my sore shoulders. The place was just concrete and tile with a heavy wooden door that clicked shut behind me. Steam filled the air fast and I dropped my towel on the bench before stepping under the hot spray. A minute later the door opened again and Brad walked in wearing only a white towel slung low on his hips.

Mind if I join he asked his voice low and rough from shouting over machinery all day. I nodded and felt my pulse pick up when he let the towel fall and stepped in close enough that our shoulders touched. Water ran down his chest and over the dark hair there. He looked at me straight and said I have been thinking about this for weeks if you are game. I told him I was and reached out to run my hand across his stomach feeling the muscle jump under my fingers.

Brad moved first kissing me hard his tongue sliding against mine while his big hands gripped my hips and pulled me against him. I could feel him already hard and thick pressing against my thigh. We broke apart long enough for him to ask again you sure about this and I answered by dropping to my knees on the wet tile taking him in my mouth right there. He groaned deep and his fingers threaded through my wet hair guiding me slow at first then faster as I worked my tongue along the underside.

After a minute he pulled me up and turned me to face the tiled wall. His chest pressed to my back and one hand reached around to stroke me while the other slicked between my cheeks with soap from the dispenser. He checked in again telling me to say stop if I needed and I pushed back against his fingers instead. Two of them worked inside me stretching and scissoring until I was panting and rocking into his hand.

He lined up and pushed in slow letting me adjust around his thickness. The stretch burned in the best way and I braced my forearms on the wall while he filled me inch by inch. Once he was all the way in he paused breathing hard against my neck before starting to thrust. Each stroke went deeper and the sound of skin slapping echoed off the tiles mixing with our grunts and the hiss of steam.

We moved together like that for a long time changing angles until he hit the spot that made my knees shake. Brad reached around again stroking me in time with his thrusts and I came hard across the wall shouting his name. He followed right after burying himself deep and pulsing inside me with a low growl. We stayed pressed together catching our breath under the hot spray.

Later we rinsed off and sat on the bench wrapped in fresh towels talking low about doing this again soon maybe at his place next time. The whole night felt charged and right like something that had been building forever finally broke open. Brad smiled and clapped my shoulder before we headed out into the cool Detroit night both of us already planning the next shift.