El Sauna de la Casera

The sauna’s heat hit me like a wall the second I opened the door, and there she was — Lena, my new landlady, already sprawled on the wooden bench with a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. She was maybe forty, with a body that made me forget my own name. Her tits were full, heavy, and her nipples were hard as pebbles against the dim light.

“You’re late, Max,” she said, not even bothering to cover herself. “I don’t like tenants who don’t follow the house rules.”

I dropped my towel without thinking. “What rules are those?”

“The sauna rule. First time, we get acquainted properly.” She patted the bench beside her, and I felt my cock twitch, already half-hard from the sight of her. “Don’t be shy. I’m not gonna bite. Unless you want me to.”

I sat down, the hot wood burning my thighs, and she shifted closer. Her hand found my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles. “You’re young. I like that. Eager.”

“I’m eager for a lot of things,” I said, my voice rough.

She laughed, low and throaty, and then her hand wrapped around my cock. I gasped at the contact — her palm was slick with sweat, and she stroked me slow, teasing, watching my face. “That’s a nice cock, Max. Thick. I bet you know how to use it.”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned in and took me in her mouth, and the heat of the sauna was nothing compared to the wet, hot suction of her lips. Her tongue swirled around the head, and I groaned, gripping the bench as she bobbed up and down, taking me deeper until her nose touched my pelvis. She held me there, swallowing around me, and I nearly came right then.

“Not yet,” she murmured, pulling off with a wet pop. “I want you inside me first.”

She straddled me, and I felt her pussy — slick, hot, ready — brush against my cock. She reached down and guided me to her entrance, and then she sank onto me with a long, shuddering moan. Her walls gripped me tight, and I grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I hissed.

“And you’re big.” She started to ride me, slow and deep, her tits bouncing in front of my face. I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently, and she cried out, grinding harder against me.

The air was thick with steam and the smell of her sweat, her perfume, her sex. She rode me faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and I could feel my own climax building, a hot coil tightening in my gut.

“Turn around,” I said, and she slid off me, bending over the bench. Her ass was round and perfect, and I spread her cheeks, watching my cock slide back into her wet heat from behind. I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her clit, and she moaned into the wood, her fingers scrabbling for purchase.

“Yes, Max, fuck me just like that,” she begged, and I reached around to rub her clit. She was so close — I could feel her trembling, her inner muscles clenching around me.

“Come for me, Lena,” I growled, and she did, her whole body shuddering as she screamed my name. The feeling of her coming around my cock pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a guttural groan.

For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing and the hiss of steam. Then she turned, a lazy smile on her face, and pushed a strand of wet hair from her forehead.

“Rent’s due next week,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “But for now, I think we’re even.”

I laughed, pulling her into my arms, her skin hot and slick against mine. “Best landlord I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said, but she was smiling. “There’s still the water bill to negotiate.”