The Sauna Pact

Steam was already curling off the wooden benches when I walked into the sauna. My eyes locked on her immediately—Katya, my old dorm neighbor from ten years back. She was perched on the top bench, wrapped in a white towel, staring at me like we'd just parted yesterday. Dark eyes, lips slightly parted. My heart slammed harder.

"Sergei? Holy fuck..." she breathed out, and the towel slipped a little off her tits. "You're still the same... just broader in the shoulders."

I stepped closer. The air was thick, heavy, smelling of birch leaves and her skin. She didn't look away. Neither did I. That old tension we'd both ignored back then snapped right back between us.

"Katya..." My voice cracked. "Never thought we'd end up in the same sauna. Same hotel room. Fucking fate."

She smiled slowly, running a palm down her damp thigh like it was nothing.

"Maybe it's not fate. Maybe I asked the front desk to put me in your room. You know I've always been bold."

I sat down across from her. Our knees almost touched. My towel already felt useless. She noticed me swallow.

"Remember how we used to tease each other in the dorm?" she asked quietly. "You were always staring at my ass when I walked around in those short shorts. And I pretended not to notice."

"I'm still staring now," I admitted. My hand moved on its own, landing on her knee. Her skin was hot, slick. She didn't pull away. Instead, she spread her legs a little wider.

"Then let's make a pact, Sergei," Katya whispered, leaning in close. Her breath burned against my ear. "For tonight. No strings. Just... whatever we want. No shame. Deal?"

"Deal," I rasped, tugging at the edge of her towel. The fabric fell away. Her tits were full, nipples already hard from the heat and the need. I cupped one, thumbing the nipple. She arched and let out a soft moan.

"Oh, fuck... straight for the kill, huh?" she breathed, but spread her legs wider anyway. "Touch me. I'm already soaked."

My fingers slid lower. Her pussy was scorching, clean-shaven, lips swollen and slick. I dragged two fingers over her clit, then deeper, pushing one inside. Katya grabbed my wrist—but not to push me away. She pressed me in harder.

"Deeper... yeah, just like that..." she moaned, rocking her hips. Steam wrapped around us. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard. She arched, fisting my hair.

I stood, dropping my own towel. My cock was rock hard, heavy, the head swollen. Katya looked at it with hungry eyes.

"Let me suck it," she almost ordered. She slid off the bench onto her knees on the warm wooden floor. The hot air stung my skin. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, ran her tongue along the whole length, then took me deep, all the way to the back of her throat. I groaned, grabbing her wet hair.

"Fuck, Katya... you always knew how to suck... deeper, take it deeper..."

She growled, drool running down her chin, mixing with sweat. I fucked her mouth slow but deep, feeling the head hit her throat. She didn't resist, just stared up at me with glazed eyes.

After a couple minutes, I pulled out, lifted her up, and bent her over the bench. Katya braced herself on the wood, arching her back, spreading her legs. Her gorgeous ass gleamed with sweat.

"Fuck me, Sergei... hard. I want to feel every inch," she rasped.

I dragged the head along her soaked slit, teasing, then slammed in to the hilt. Katya let out a loud moan, clenching her fists.

"Oh, Jesus Christ... so thick... fuck me... faster..."

I started pounding her hard. Wet skin slapping against skin echoed through the sauna. I gripped her hips, driving in again and again, feeling her pussy squeeze around me. She moaned nonstop, cursing, begging me not to stop.

I flipped her onto her back, hiked her legs over my shoulders, and drove back in. Now we were staring at each other. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples scraping against my chest.

"I'm gonna come..." she gasped, eyes rolling back. "Fuck me deeper... yeah... right there!"

Her body shuddered, pussy clenching hard, and she came with a loud cry, squirting all over my thighs. I couldn't hold back—a few more brutal strokes and I unloaded hot cum deep inside her, filling her to the brim. We froze, panting, bodies slick with sweat and steam.

Katya smiled, tracing a finger down my chest.

"Pact fulfilled... but the night's still young. How about round two upstairs? No towels."

I kissed her wet lips.

"Deal. New pact. All night long."