Thunderstorm in the Sauna

I was adjusting the lights for the third time when the first heavy raindrops slammed against the roof of the old wooden bathhouse. Alina stood in front of me wearing nothing but a short towel wrapped around her hips, staring at me with a look that made my throat go instantly dry. Her hair, still wet from the shower, clung to her shoulders. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric, and her eyes were openly hungry.

"So, Mr. Photographer," she drawled in a low voice, "looks like we're stuck here for a while. The storm's in full swing."

I lowered the camera. The little sauna room smelled of birch branches, eucalyptus, and her skin. Alina stepped closer, the towel barely holding on to her hips. My fingers found her waist on their own, like I was adjusting her pose—even though we'd stopped shooting a long time ago.

"You standing like that on purpose?" I breathed out, feeling my cock strain against my shorts.

"And you looking at me like that on purpose?" She smiled, biting her lip. "I can see exactly what's going on in your pants. Come on, Alex... let's stop pretending this is just about work."

Lightning flashed outside so bright it made the bulb flicker. Alina reached down and tugged at the knot on her towel. It dropped to the floor. I saw her clean-shaven pussy, already glistening with wetness, and her firm, tanned tits with dark nipples. My hands reached for her on their own. I cupped her breasts, squeezed, ran my thumbs over her nipples. She let out a soft moan and pulled my shorts down.

"Whoa..." Alina whispered, wrapping her hand around my thick, hard cock. "Now that's some serious equipment. Hard, hot... and I think it really wants to be inside me."

I pressed her back against the warm wooden wall. The kiss was greedy, wet, all teeth. Her tongue dove into my mouth while her hand worked my shaft fast. I slid my fingers between her legs—her pussy was already soaked, hot, her clit swollen. I circled it with my fingers, and Alina arched into me, digging her nails into my shoulders.

"Yeah... just like that... fingers deeper," she breathed against my lips. "I've been dripping for two hours while you 'photographed' me. Stop teasing and fuck me already."

I spun her around to face the wall and bent her over slightly. Her firm ass was right there in front of me. I spread her cheeks and dragged the head of my cock along her slick lips. Alina impatiently pushed her hips back.

"Come on... shove that thick dick in. I want to feel it stretch me open."

I drove in with one long thrust. Her pussy was tight, scorching hot, gripping me so hard I growled. I started moving—slow at first, then harder and harder. The slap of skin against skin mixed with the thunder rolling outside. Alina moaned, bracing her palms against the wall.

"Harder, Alex... deeper! Fuck me like you mean it... yeah, just like that! Oh fuck, that feels so good..."

I grabbed a fistful of her wet hair, yanked her head back, and picked up the pace. Her tits swung with every thrust, her nipples scraping against the wood. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing it fast. Alina started trembling, her voice cracking into a high-pitched moan.

"I'm close... don't stop... I'm gonna cum!"

Her pussy began to pulse hard, clenching around my cock. Hot wetness ran down her thighs. I couldn't hold back—I pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her down onto the wide wooden bench. Alina lay back, spread her legs, and parted her slick folds with her fingers.

"Cum on my tits... I want to watch you unload."

I stood over her, jerking myself furiously. She stared into my eyes, licking her lips, whispering:

"Come on... cover me in it... I'm your little slut model tonight..."

My cum burst out in thick, powerful ropes. The first shot hit her neck, the second landed on her left breast, the third right on her nipple. Alina smiled, smearing the white streaks across her skin with her fingers, then bringing them to her lips.

The storm outside was slowly fading. We lay there breathing hard, trading glances. She stretched, then ran her palm along my still-hard cock.

"You know..." Alina said, her voice hoarse, "if the storm doesn't clear up, we could go again. Except this time I'm on top. And I'm holding the birch switch. For atmosphere."

I laughed, pulled her close, and kissed her salty, sweaty lips.

"Deal. Consider it part two of the photo shoot."