Vapor de sauna y seda robada

"God, Mark, if you stare at my ass any harder I'm gonna melt right here on these hot stones."

Lena's voice cut through the thick, humid air of the private sauna like a teasing knife. She was the waitress from the little café down the block, the one I visited three times a week just to watch her hips sway in that short black skirt. Tonight she'd surprised me by slipping into the back room of the bathhouse after her shift, locking the door behind her with a wicked grin. Steam curled around her bare shoulders, her towel barely covering those full tits and the curve of her juicy ass. My cock twitched under my own towel at the sight.

She dropped onto the wooden bench beside me, close enough that her knee brushed mine. The heat made sweat bead on her skin instantly.

"You've been coming in every damn day ordering the same coffee," she whispered, eyes sparkling. "I figured it wasn't the espresso you wanted. So... you gonna do something about it or just keep imagining what's under my uniform?"

My pulse hammered. I reached out, fingers grazing the edge of her towel. "Lena, you're killing me. Those panties you wear... the little lace ones that peek out when you bend over? They've been driving me crazy for months."

She laughed softly, a low, throaty sound that echoed off the tiled walls. "These?" In one smooth motion she stood, let the towel fall, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny black panties. They were soaked with sweat already, clinging to her shaved pussy lips like a second skin. She peeled them down her thighs slowly, the fabric stretching, then stepped out and dangled them right in front of my face.

"Smell how wet they've made me thinking about you in here," she said, voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Go on. I want you to."

The scent hit me—musky, sweet, pure woman. My cock sprang free as I yanked my towel away. Lena's eyes widened at the sight of my thick, veined dick standing rigid in the steamy heat.

"Fuck, it's even bigger than I imagined," she breathed. She straddled me on the bench without another word, her slick pussy hovering just above my throbbing cock. The wooden slats creaked under us. "No teasing. I need it now."

I gripped her hips, guiding her down. Her tight, dripping cunt swallowed the head of my cock with a wet squelch. Lena moaned loudly, head tilting back as she sank further, inch by inch, until my balls pressed against her ass.

"Oh shit... so full," she gasped, rocking her hips in slow circles. The heat of the sauna made our skin slide together, sweat dripping between her bouncing tits. I thrust up hard, making her cry out. Her inner walls clenched around me like a velvet fist, milking every ridge of my shaft.

We moved faster, the slap of wet skin mixing with the hiss of steam. I reached around, grabbing her firm ass cheeks and spreading them as I pounded deeper. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight, Lena. You been thinking about this cock stretching you?"

"Every shift," she panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "I'd rub myself in the back room, panties shoved to the side, imagining you bending me over the counter." Her breath hitched as I hit a spot that made her tremble. "Harder, Mark. Fuck me like you own this cunt."

I flipped her suddenly, laying her back on the wide bench. The position let me drive in at a new angle, my cock plunging balls-deep with every stroke. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back. Sweat poured off us, making everything slippery and primal. I could feel her clit grinding against my pelvis each time I bottomed out, her juices coating my thighs.

Lena's voice turned breathy and broken. "Right there... don't stop. I'm gonna... oh god, I'm coming on your cock!" Her pussy spasmed wildly, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses as her orgasm ripped through her. She arched, tits heaving, a sharp cry echoing in the small room.

I couldn't hold back. With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her clenching depths. Pulse after pulse, until it leaked out around my shaft, dripping onto the bench.

We collapsed together, bodies still joined, the only sound our ragged breathing and the soft drip of condensation from the ceiling. Her damp panties lay forgotten on the floor beside us. I traced lazy circles on her back while the steam wrapped around us like a secret. Neither of us spoke for a long minute, just listening to the other's slowing breaths, hearts still racing in the afterglow.