The gym sauna at closing time—usually empty, always relaxing. Tonight, not so empty.
She walked in wearing just a towel, which was more than I was wearing. Athletic, toned, with abs and arms that said she took this seriously.
"Mind if I join?"
"Go ahead."
She sat across from me, towel barely covering. We sat in silence, sweat building, until she spoke.
"You're here every night. Same time."
"So are you."
"I know." She smiled. "I've noticed."
"Me too."
She leaned back, let the towel slip a little. "Hot in here."
"Getting hotter."
"That's the idea." She stood, walked toward me. "I'm Morgan. And I've been wanting to do this for weeks."
The towels hit the floor. She was pure muscle and curves—athletic build with tits that were small but perfect, abs that clenched when I touched them.
"God yes—been thinking about this—"
She straddled me on the wooden bench, skin on skin, slick with sweat.
"No one comes in here after ten," she said. "I've checked."
"Thorough."
"I plan ahead." She kissed me, tasting like salt and need. "Now fuck me like you've been thinking about for weeks."
I grabbed her hips, positioned her, pulled her down. We both groaned—the heat intensifying everything.
"Harder—yes—"
She rode me in that sauna, sweat dripping, both of us struggling to breathe in the thick air. She came fast, the heat pushing her over.
"More—don't stop—"
I flipped her onto the bench, drove into her. She was tight, hot in every sense, and made sounds that echoed off the wooden walls.
"Gonna—again—fuck—"
She came twice more, each time clenching around me.
"Inside—now—"
I came deep, holding her against the hot wood.
We lay there, completely spent, the heat almost unbearable.
"Cool down in the shower?" she asked.
"Together?"
"Obviously."
Started going to the gym even more after that. Never missed a sauna session.
Best workout I ever had.