Steam and Shutters

The sauna’s heat hit me like a second skin, wet and suffocating, and I watched a single bead of sweat crawl down the back of her neck, disappearing between her shoulder blades. Her name was Lena, and she was supposed to be just another shoot, but the way she was untying her robe made my mouth go dry.

"So the lighting's good in here?" she asked, not turning around. The robe slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She was naked underneath, all smooth skin and the kind of curves that made you forget about aperture settings.

"Perfect," I managed. "Just... hold that pose."

My name's Max, and I've photographed a hundred naked women. But Lena was different. She turned to face me, and there was something in her eyes — a dare, a challenge. Her tits were full, nipples already hard from the steam, and she ran a hand down her stomach like she was showing me exactly what was on the menu.

"Your turn," she said. "It's weird being the only one naked."

I stripped down without a second thought. My cock was already half-hard, and I didn't bother hiding it. She noticed, of course. Her lips curled into a smile that said she'd won something.

"See something you like?" I asked, stepping closer.

"Maybe." She reached out and touched my chest, fingers tracing the line of my collarbone. "You're not bad yourself, Max."

The camera was forgotten, abandoned on the wooden bench. Her hand slid lower, fingers brushing against my shaft, and I sucked in a breath. Her touch was light, teasing, just the tips of her nails dragging along the sensitive skin.

"You're a tease," I said, my voice rough.

"You have no idea."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me. Her skin was slick with sweat, hot to the touch, and she gasped when my cock pressed against her stomach. I kissed her neck, biting down gently, tasting salt and something sweeter underneath.

"Fuck, Max," she whispered. "I've been thinking about this since you walked into the studio."

"Only since then?"

"Maybe longer." She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking me slowly. "I've seen your work. You have good hands."

I proved her right. My hands roamed her body, cupping her tits, squeezing her ass, sliding between her thighs. She was already wet — soaking, actually — and when I slipped a finger inside her, she moaned loud enough to echo off the cedar walls.

"More," she demanded. "I want more."

I pushed her against the wall, the wood warm against her back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I positioned myself at her entrance, just teasing, just feeling the heat of her.

"Stop playing," she growled. "Fuck me."

I slammed into her. She cried out, a sharp, desperate sound, and her nails dug into my shoulders. The heat was insane — the sauna, her body, everything — and I was already dripping sweat, already losing my mind. I fucked her hard, each thrust pushing her higher against the wall, her tits bouncing in my face.

"Yes, yes, fuck, right there," she chanted, her head thrown back.

Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a fist, and I could feel her getting close. I reached between us and rubbed her clit, fast and rough, and she came with a scream, her whole body shuddering against mine.

But I wasn't done. I pulled out and spun her around, bending her over the bench. Her ass was perfect, round and slick, and I grabbed her hips and drove into her from behind. She moaned into the wood, fingers gripping the edge, and I watched myself slide in and out of her, covered in her wetness.

"You feel so good," I grunted. "So fucking tight."

"Cum inside me," she begged. "Please, Max. I want to feel it."

That was all it took. I buried myself deep and came with a groan, my release flooding her. She clenched around me, milking every drop, and we stayed like that for a long moment, panting, trembling, our bodies slick with sweat and sex.

Finally, I pulled out and helped her up. She was flushed, glowing, and she kissed me softly, tenderly.

"Best shoot I've ever done," she whispered.

"Best sauna session, too."

She laughed and leaned against me, her head on my chest. The steam curled around us, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her heartbeat slow against mine.

"Same time next week?" she asked.

"Same time," I said. "I'll bring the camera. Maybe we'll actually use it."

CATEGORIES: [Flirting, Sauna, Photographer, Passionate Sex, Sweat]