Steamy Panties in the Sauna

The moment I stepped into the private sauna at the back of the club, the heat hit me like a wall, thick with eucalyptus and the faint musk of sweat. My eyes locked on her immediately—Lila, the curvy waitress who served me every Thursday night, now stripped down to a tiny white towel that barely covered her full tits and that juicy ass I’d fantasized about for months. She was a regular here too, apparently, and the way her gaze dragged over my bare chest made my cock twitch under my own towel. Tension crackled in the steamy air between us before either of us said a word.

“Fuck, it’s you,” she breathed, a sly smile curving her lips as she leaned back on the wooden bench, legs parting just enough to tease. “Always staring at me during my shifts, huh? Thought you might follow me in here one day.”

I swallowed hard, dropping onto the bench across from her, the heat already making my skin slick. “Guilty. Can’t help it when you bend over in that short skirt. Those panties you wear… the lacy black ones? They drive me insane.”

Lila laughed low, her voice husky from the steam. “These?” She shifted, letting the towel slip higher up her thighs. With a wicked grin, she reached under and hooked her fingers into a pair of sheer pink panties, the fabric already damp from the heat and—fuck—probably more. She peeled them slowly down her legs, the wet sound of cloth sticking to her shaved pussy making my dick throb visibly under the towel.

“Want them?” she asked, dangling the soaked panties from one finger. Her nipples were hard peaks against the towel now. “Or do you want what’s under them?”

I was on my knees in front of her before I could think, the wooden slats biting into my skin. “Both. Give me those fucking panties.” I snatched them from her hand, pressing the crotch to my face, inhaling her sweet, tangy scent mixed with the sauna’s woodsy steam. My tongue darted out, licking the wet gusset where her juices had soaked through.

“Oh shit… that’s so dirty,” Lila moaned, spreading her legs wider. The towel fell away completely, revealing her heavy tits and glistening pussy, clit already swollen and begging. “Taste me for real. I’ve been wet since I saw you walk in.”

I tossed the panties aside but kept one hand wrapped around them like a trophy, then buried my face between her thighs. My tongue dragged up her slit, lapping at her dripping folds, sucking her clit hard while two fingers plunged into her tight cunt. She was scorching inside, wetter than the steam, her walls clenching around me as she bucked against my mouth.

“Yes… fuck, right there! Eat that pussy,” she gasped, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me deeper. Her hips rolled, grinding her juicy cunt all over my tongue. “You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you? My dirty panties and my slutty little hole.”

I growled against her, the vibration making her shudder. “Every shift. Jerked off thinking about sniffing your used panties after you left my table.” I added a third finger, stretching her, curling them against that spot that made her cry out. Her tits bounced as she rode my hand and face, sweat rolling down between them.

Lila’s breath hitched, her thighs starting to tremble. “I’m gonna cum… don’t stop, please—fuck!” Her pussy spasmed hard, gushing sweet juice over my chin as she came with a sharp, throaty moan that echoed off the cedar walls. I kept licking through it, savoring every twitch.

Before she could catch her breath, I stood, dropping my towel. My thick cock sprang free, veined and leaking, the head shiny with pre-cum. “Turn around. I want that ass up while I fuck you.”

She didn’t hesitate, spinning on the bench and bracing her hands on the upper tier, arching her back so her round ass and dripping pussy were presented like an offering. I grabbed those pink panties again, stretching them over her mouth like a gag. “Taste yourself while I pound this cunt.”

“Mmmph—yes,” she mumbled through the fabric, eyes rolling back as I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit. Then I thrust in deep, burying every inch in one stroke. Her pussy was molten velvet, gripping me like a fist. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the sauna, louder than the hiss of steam.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I groaned, spanking her firm cheek hard enough to leave a red print. I pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm. Each thrust made her tits swing, her muffled moans growing louder around her own panties. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, feeling her clench even harder.

“Harder… fuck me harder!” she begged, spitting the panties out so I could hear her clearly. “Fill me up. I want your cum dripping down my thighs when I leave.”

I gripped her hips, pounding faster, the bench creaking under us. Sweat poured off our bodies, making everything slick and filthy. I felt her second orgasm building, her pussy fluttering wildly around my cock. “Cum on my dick, Lila. Let me feel it.”

She shattered again, screaming my name, her walls milking me so intensely I couldn’t hold back. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming cunt. It overflowed immediately, leaking out around my shaft and running down her legs in creamy streaks.

We stayed locked together, panting in the heat, my cock still twitching inside her. Finally I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her well-fucked pussy onto the wooden floor. Lila turned, flushed and smiling, and snatched her panties back. She used them to wipe between her legs, then pressed the messy fabric into my hand.

“Keep them,” she whispered, kissing me deep, tasting herself on my tongue. “Next Thursday at the restaurant… I’ll be wearing the red ones. Come find me after closing.”

I grinned, pocketing the soaked souvenir, already hard again at the thought.