Steam and Sass

The sauna heat hit me like a wall the second I cracked the cedar door, and there she was—Mara, the new bartender from downstairs, stretched out on the top bench like she owned the place. Sweat glistened on her caramel skin, tracing the curve of her hip, the impossible swell of her ass as she shifted on the towel. She caught me staring and grinned, lazy and knowing.

"Took you long enough, Leo. I was starting to think you didn't get my text."

I stepped inside, letting the door hiss shut behind me. "I figured you wanted a drink, not an audience."

"Oh, I want both." She sat up slowly, letting the towel slip from her shoulders. Her tits were full, dark nipples hard from the heat. "But first, I want you to come here and tell me what you think of this."

She turned around, presenting that ass to me like a gift. It was round, heavy, the kind of curve that made my cock ache through my shorts. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing me the tight pink pucker of her asshole, the glistening slit of her pussy beneath.

"I think," I said, my voice rough, "you're trying to kill me."

"Only a little." She giggled, and it was the dirtiest sound I'd ever heard. "Now get over here before I finish myself off without you."

I didn't need a second invitation. I was behind her in two strides, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back against me. Her ass pressed into my hard-on, and she moaned, grinding against me through the thin fabric.

"Fuck, Leo. You're big."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

I yanked my shorts down, and my cock slapped against her ass cheek, thick and leaking. She reached back, gripping it, stroking me slow while I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

"Put it in," she breathed. "I want to feel every inch."

I lined myself up at her entrance, and she was soaked—so fucking wet my cock slid in to the hilt in one smooth push. She cried out, arching her back, and I held still for a second, just feeling her heat clench around me.

"God, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me, Leo. Fuck me hard."

I pulled back and slammed into her, my balls slapping against her clit. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound, and I did it again, and again, picking up a rhythm that made the bench creak beneath us. Her ass bounced with every thrust, and I slapped it, watching my handprint bloom red on her skin.

"You like that?" I growled.

"Yes! Don't stop, please, don't you fucking stop—"

I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and drove into her deeper, feeling her walls flutter around me. She was close, I could tell, her whole body trembling.

"Come for me, Mara. Come on my cock."

She did, screaming my name as her pussy clenched around me like a fist. I followed right behind, burying myself to the hilt and pumping her full of my cum, hot and thick, until I collapsed against her back, both of us panting.

For a long moment, the only sound was our ragged breathing and the hiss of steam.

Then she twisted around, her eyes dark and satisfied. "That was just the warm-up. The private sauna upstairs is empty, and I hear the bench is way more comfortable."

I grinned, already hard again. "Lead the way."