Sauna Steam and Her Tight Uniform

The heavy cedar door swung shut behind me, trapping the thick, wet heat of the private sauna. My skin prickled instantly under the scalding air, but nothing burned hotter than the sight of Lena already inside, still wearing that damn short black waitress uniform from the café down the street. The white apron clung damply to her full tits, the short pleated skirt riding high on her smooth thighs, dark stockings stretched tight over her calves. She’d been my regular fantasy for months, serving my morning coffee with that teasing smile. Now her cheeks were flushed, dark eyes locked on mine with raw hunger.

“You came,” she whispered, voice already husky from the steam. Her fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse, which was half-unbuttoned and showing the lace edge of a black bra.

“Couldn’t stay away once you texted me the code to this back-room sauna,” I said, stepping closer. Sweat already beaded on my bare chest. The wooden benches glistened with moisture. “You look fucking incredible in that uniform, Lena. Even soaked.”

She bit her lower lip, a shy smile breaking through. “I didn’t change after my shift. Thought you might like it… still smelling like coffee and my day.” Her legs parted slightly on the bench, the skirt hiking higher, revealing the soft bare skin above her stockings. “I’ve seen how you stare at me every morning. The way your eyes drop to my legs when I bend over the tables.”

My cock twitched hard in my towel. The desire that had simmered for weeks exploded in the stifling heat. I dropped the towel. She inhaled sharply at the sight of my thick, veiny dick already standing rigid, the head flushed dark.

“God, it’s bigger than I imagined,” she breathed, eyes wide. Her hand drifted down, pressing the damp fabric of her skirt against her pussy. “I’m so wet already, just from waiting in this heat… wearing this for you.”

I closed the distance in two strides. My hands slid up her stockinged thighs, pushing the short skirt to her waist. The white apron bunched uselessly. Underneath she wore tiny black panties, the crotch soaked through and clinging to the outline of her swollen lips. I hooked a finger under the fabric and tugged it aside.

“Fuck, your pussy is dripping,” I growled softly. She shivered as the hot air kissed her exposed folds. Her clit peeked out, shiny and begging. I rubbed two fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness, then pushed them slowly inside her tight channel. Lena moaned loud, head falling back against the cedar wall.

“Yes… finger me in my uniform,” she panted. “I’ve touched myself thinking about you doing exactly this after closing time.”

Her inner walls clenched hot and silky around my fingers. I pumped them deeper, curling to stroke that spongy spot that made her hips jerk. Steam swirled around us, making every touch slicker. I leaned in, kissing her neck, tasting salt and the faint sweetness of her perfume mixed with sweat. Her hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in as she rocked against my hand.

“More,” she begged, voice breaking. “I need your cock stretching me right now.”

I pulled my fingers free with a wet sound and sat on the wide bench, back against the hot wood. My dick stood straight up, throbbing. Lena stood on shaky legs, turned around so her juicy ass faced me, the pleated skirt flipped up over her back like a dirty little invitation. She reached back, grabbed my shaft, and guided the fat head to her entrance.

“Watch it disappear inside me,” she said breathlessly, lowering herself. The slick lips of her pussy parted around my cockhead, then swallowed the first thick inch with a filthy squelch. We both groaned. The heat of the sauna mixed with the scorching grip of her cunt made my head spin.

Inch by inch she sank down until her ass rested on my thighs, every bit of my cock buried in her fluttering pussy. The stockings rasped against my skin. I grabbed the waistband of her skirt like reins and pulled her tighter.

“Ride me, waitress,” I whispered hot against her ear. “Show me how you move when you’re not serving tables.”

Lena braced her hands on my knees and started rolling her hips in slow, deep circles. Each grind made her uniform blouse stick tighter to her sweaty back. The wet sounds of her pussy sucking my dick filled the small room, louder than our ragged breathing. She sped up, bouncing now, the slap of her ass against my lap echoing wetly.

“Oh shit… it’s hitting so deep,” she gasped, voice trembling. Her walls rippled around me, milking hard. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit through the bunched panties and rubbed tight little circles. Her moans climbed higher, turning into desperate whimpers.

I thrust up to meet her, pounding harder, the bench creaking beneath us. Sweat poured down our bodies, making her stockings slide against me. Her tits bounced inside the open blouse, nipples hard points against the lace. I pinched one through the fabric and she cried out, pussy clamping down like a vice.

“I’m gonna cum… don’t stop fucking me in this uniform!” she moaned, voice cracking.

Her orgasm hit like a wave. Her whole body shook, inner muscles spasming wildly around my cock, flooding me with fresh heat. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release, skin slapping skin in the steamy air.

Just as my balls tightened and the first thick spurt of cum began to jet deep inside her clenching pussy, the sauna door rattled.

“Someone’s coming,” I hissed, still buried to the hilt, her uniform skirt hiked and soaked.

Lena looked back over her shoulder with a wicked, breathless grin, hips still twitching. “Then we’d better move to the cold plunge pool next… I’m not nearly finished with you.”