The Groom's Last Fling

The steam from the eucalyptus-scented birch switch was already making my head spin, but I couldn't tear my eyes off his wet back. Alex sat on the bench across from me, his broad shoulders glistening, droplets slowly tracing down his spine and disappearing into the towel wrapped low around his hips. I, Masha, a fresh graduate, knew he was about to get married. Just moments ago, through the wall, he'd whispered into his phone to his fiancée, "be home soon, kitten," and I, hidden in the changing room, had heard every word. And still, the want burned inside me.

"Masha… you here?" His low voice cracked when he turned and saw me in nothing but a short towel. His eyes darkened.

"Here," I breathed, stepping closer. The heat of the sauna wrapped around my skin, but the real fire was between my legs. "I heard everything, Alex. About the wedding. About how much you love her…"

He froze. The towel slipped a little, revealing a dark trail of hair leading down. I watched his Adam's apple bob.

"And now what?" he asked quietly, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his palm found my waist on its own, his thumb slowly stroking the damp skin just under the towel's edge.

"Now I want you. Just once. While you're still not someone else's," I whispered, pressing my chest against his. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against his skin through the thin fabric. "No one will ever know. Just… take me here."

Alex let out a heavy breath, his fingers tightening on my hip.

"You were my student, fuck… though you're a graduate now," he said, leaning in, and our lips finally met. The kiss was greedy, wet, tongues tangling immediately, no gentle warm-up. I moaned into his mouth when his hand slid under the towel and grabbed my firm ass cheek.

"Masha… you're wet from more than just the steam," he rasped, running his fingers along my slit. I spread my legs wider, standing right on the hot bench. Two fingers slid into me easily, and I arched, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Yeah… deeper, Alex…" I moaned, rocking my hips. His cock had already sprung free from under the towel—thick, heavy, with a swollen head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, started stroking slowly, feeling it pulse in my fist.

He spun me around to face the wall. The towel fell to the floor. His hot cock settled between my ass cheeks, slid down, and with one long thrust buried itself in my pussy to the hilt. I cried out in pleasure—the sauna walls echoed it back, damp and muffled.

"Oh, fuck… you're so tight," Alex exhaled, starting to move. Slow, deep, each thrust pressing me against the wooden wall. His hands found my tits, fingers pinching my nipples as he fucked me faster. The sound of wet slaps mixed with our ragged breathing.

"Harder… fuck me harder," I begged, bracing my palms against the scorching wood. He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back slightly, and drove in so deep I felt his balls slap against my clit.

We slid off the bench onto the wide wooden floor. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and Alex immediately covered me with his hot body. Now he looked into my eyes as he entered me again. Each thrust was sensual, long, like he wanted to memorize every fold inside me.

"You're so beautiful when you come…" he whispered, speeding up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.

"Alex… I'm gonna… don't stop!" My walls started pulsing around his cock. The orgasm hit me like a hot wave, I arched, screaming his name, nails leaving red streaks down his back. He kept pounding through my climax until he tensed up.

"Masha… I'm coming…" he groaned. I felt his cock swell inside me and start pumping violently, flooding my pussy with thick, hot cum. He came for a long time, thrusting in short, shallow strokes until the last drops were buried inside me.

We lay there, breathing hard. Steam curled above us, our bodies slick with sweat and moisture. His cock was still inside me, slowly softening. Alex kissed my temple, then my lips—gentle now, almost guilty.

"That was…" he started.

"Incredible," I finished, smiling and tracing a finger down his wet chest. "And I don't regret a thing. Even if tomorrow you become someone's groom."

He pulled me tighter, and the sauna got hot all over again.