Steam

The sauna at the community center was empty except for us. I’d been coming here for months, and so had she, always at the same odd hour, three in the afternoon. Her name was Lena. I knew because I’d heard her husband shout it from the parking lot once, his voice sharp against the winter air. That was all I knew about her, and in that moment, all I wanted to know.

We sat on the cedar bench, a towel between us, steam curling around our bare legs. She was wearing a small, faded green bikini that clung to her in a way that made my mouth dry. I felt her glance slide over me, quick, then away.

“You’re always here,” she said, her voice soft, almost lost in the hiss of the coals.

“So are you.”

She smiled, a tiny, crooked thing. “My husband hates the heat. Says it’s for old men and weirdos.”

“And what are you?”

Her eyes met mine, dark and unreadable. “I’m still figuring that out.”

I turned to pour more water on the rocks. A thick cloud of steam exploded, wrapping us in a white, silent cocoon. When it cleared, she had shifted closer. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell the clean, soapy scent of her mixed with the pine of the eucalyptus oil.

“He never touches me anymore,” she said, flatly. “Not like he used to.”

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her. The pause said everything.

She reached out, her fingers brushing my knee. It was a tiny, electric shock. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it,” she whispered. “I see you watching. I feel it.”

My dick was already hard, straining against the thin fabric of my shorts. I didn’t answer. I just leaned in and kissed her.

It was clumsy at first, our teeth clashing, then it deepened. Her mouth opened under mine, her tongue sliding wet and hot against mine. I tasted salt and mint. Her hand found the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down. My cock sprang free, thick and aching.

“Fuck,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it. “You’re huge.”

She stroked me, slow, deliberate, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip. I groaned, my head falling back against the hot wood. My hands found her hips, tugging at the wet fabric of her bikini bottom. She lifted her ass, letting me slide them off, then pulled the top over her head. Her tits were full, tipped with dark, hard nipples.

She was completely naked, gleaming with sweat. She straddled me, her knees pressing into the bench on either side of my thighs.

“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice thick. “Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I guided my cock to her slit, feeling the slick, wet heat of her. She was so fucking wet. I pushed, and she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. She sank down on me, inch by agonizing inch, until I was buried all the way inside her.

“God, yes,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. “You feel so good.”

She started to move, a slow, rocking rhythm. Her pussy was tight, gripping me like a fist. I watched her ride me, her tits bouncing in front of my face. I leaned forward, taking one in my mouth, sucking hard on the nipple. She cried out, grinding her hips harder against me.

“Faster,” I grunted, my hands on her ass, guiding her.

She obeyed, her pace quickening. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the tiled walls, mixed with the hiss of the steam. Sweat dripped from her brow onto my chest. I was losing my mind. The heat, the smell of her, the feeling of her cunt milk-white and tight around my cock.

I flipped her over, laying her on her back on the hot bench. She yelped, then laughed, a low, dirty sound. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and slammed into her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that was pure pleasure.

“Yes, fuck me,” she begged. “Harder.”

I fucked her hard, the way she wanted. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass. I looked down at her, her face flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with lust. She was beautiful, completely undone.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her body tensing.

“Me too,” I grunted.

Her walls clenched around me, a wave of tight, pulsing heat. She came with a shuddering cry, her whole body trembling. The feeling of her climax pushed me over the edge. I buried my face in her neck and poured every last drop of my cum deep inside her, a hot, thick flood.

We lay there for a long moment, panting, tangled together, covered in sweat. The steam had cleared, and the air was thick with the smell of sex.

She slowly pushed me off, her legs shaky. She reached for her bikini, but I caught her wrist.

“Stay,” I said, my voice hoarse.

She looked at me, her lips curving into that crooked smile again. “My husband will be home in an hour.”

“Then we have an hour.”

The water on the rocks hissed again, a fresh cloud of steam rising up to swallow us both.