Steam and Whiskey

The sauna’s cedar walls dripped with condensation, and the air was so thick I could taste the eucalyptus oil on my tongue. I’d come here to clear my head after a double shift, but the moment I saw her, all thought of relaxation evaporated.

“You’re staring,” she said, not looking at me. Her name was Lena, and she worked the bar at the hotel downstairs. She had a towel wrapped loose around her body, and a single bead of sweat traced a path from her collarbone down between her breasts.

“Can’t help it,” I said. “You’re the most interesting thing in this room.”

She finally turned. Her eyes were dark, amused. “That’s a line if I ever heard one.”

“It’s true. I’m Alex, by the way. I’ve watched you pour whiskey for three nights straight. You never spill a drop.”

“And you never order anything but beer.” She shifted, and the towel slipped a fraction of an inch. My cock stirred against the thin cotton of my own towel. “So what are you doing in here, Alex? Hiding?”

“Maybe.” I moved closer. The heat wrapped around us, making everything feel slower, more deliberate. “Or maybe I wanted to see you without the apron.”

She laughed, low and breathy. “You’re bold for a man who’s blushing.”

I was blushing. My whole body was burning, and not just from the steam. “You make me nervous.”

“Good.” She reached out and touched my chest, her fingers cool despite the heat. “Nervous men are honest.”

The kiss came out of nowhere. One second I was staring at her lips, and the next she had her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in. Her mouth was soft, demanding, and I tasted salt and something sweet—maybe the honey she used in her cocktails. My hands found her waist, and the towel felt like an insult.

“I want to see you,” I whispered against her mouth.

She answered by letting the towel drop. Her tits were full, tipped with dark nipples that were already hard. I couldn’t stop looking. “Your turn,” she said.

I untied my own towel, and my cock sprang free, thick and aching. She looked down and smiled, a slow, wicked curve. “Well. That’s not nothing.”

“Lena…” I didn’t know what I was going to say, but she didn’t give me the chance. She dropped to her knees on the cedar bench, and her hand wrapped around my shaft. Her grip was firm, knowing.

“I’ve been thinking about this since you left your credit card at the bar,” she said, stroking me slowly. “I looked up your name. I looked at your receipt. I’m not proud of it.”

“I’m not complaining.”

She leaned forward and took me in her mouth. The heat of her tongue, the wet pressure of her lips—it was like the sauna had found its way inside my skin. She bobbed slowly at first, teasing, then deeper, taking me to the back of her throat until I hit the soft resistance of her gag reflex. She didn’t flinch. She just swallowed and kept going.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling back against the cedar wall.

She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. “You taste good. Like salt and want.”

“I want to be inside you.”

She stood, and I saw a sheen of sweat on her thighs, the dark patch of hair between her legs. “Then take me.”

I pushed her back against the bench. She spread her legs without hesitation, and I knelt between them, my cock pressing against her slick, hot slit. She was soaked—I could feel how ready she was.

“Look at me,” she said.

I did. And I pushed inside.

She moaned, a low, guttural sound that echoed off the wood. I held still for a second, letting her adjust, feeling the tight, wet grip of her pussy around me. Then I started to move.

It was slow at first, deep and deliberate, each thrust pulling a gasp from her lips. She dug her nails into my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please.”

I didn’t. I picked up the pace, slamming into her with a rhythm that made the bench creak. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I leaned down to take one in my mouth, biting gently, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

“Yes—right there—don’t you dare slow down.”

I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building at the base of my spine. She was close too, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’m going to come,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Do it. Let go.”

She did. Her body clenched around me, a wave of heat that pulled me over the edge with her. I came inside her with a groan, my cock twitching as I emptied myself into her, the sensation so intense I saw stars behind my eyelids.

We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, sweating, breathing hard. The steam had cleared a little, and I could see the flush on her chest.

“Well,” she said finally, a smile in her voice. “That’s a pretty good way to end a shift.”

I laughed, my forehead resting against hers. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“You can buy me three.” She kissed me, soft this time, tender. “And then we’re doing that again.”

CATEGORIES: [Sauna, Bartender, Dick, Just the Two of Us, Passionate Sex]