- Well, remember how that time when Stas was called to work?

- Damn, Cach, let's forget it already, huh ?! - Ani's face immediately became gloomy, - we agreed!

- Do you get to forget?

- If you didn’t remind you of this, you would have done it a long time ago.

- We? Means, not I remind one?

- Everything! We drove! The topic is closed once and for all! - Anya angrily hit her glass on the table, - let's talk about something else.

- Yes wait. I just wanted to tell you that I did something stupid ...

- What other nonsense?

- Aaaaaaaa! - with a cry fell out of the steam room Stas. He grabbed a bottle of beer, and, tearing the lid off the edge of the table, began to eagerly swallow a cold drink, sometimes looking up from the neck to catch his breath, - Anka-ah! Your husband ... just a beast ... ufff ... almost killed ...

Zhenya, red with cancer, came out of the steam room with a broom in his hand.

- Foo-yoh, I already poplohelo something, - he tore off a towel and, flashing white buttocks, jumped into a barrel of water.

- This is a bathhouse! - I didn't get tired to extol Stas, - just like I was born again!

- Wow! And I also want! - the tipsy Anya was delighted, - Same, fuck me too!

- You want my death? - splashing in cold water, the husband replied, - Let me move a little.

- Kaaaaa, and you?

- Well, you will say the same, - Stas was ahead of his wife, - can a woman be a good fit? So be it, let's go, I'll do it.

- Thank you, - Anya smiled, - you are only from the steam room. Let's wait a bit.

- Nothing, nothing, - Stas insistently pushed the doubting girl into the steam room, - there is still silences. Let's settle down.

The door closed behind them, and Anya had no choice but to remove the towel from herself and, spreading it on a shelf, lie down on her stomach.

- Only you are not much indulge in steam, Stasik. And then I, it seems, went too far with cognac, no matter how bad it was.

- Do not worry, I know my job, - Stas polished his brooms in a gang of water, but he himself never stopped admiring Ani's graceful body. His gaze slid over the fragile narrow shoulders, partially hidden by whips of wet dark hair, pink velvet skin of the back, crossed by straps of a bathing suit, and a neat round ass in dark blue panties. The elastic hips of the girl were tightly joined together. Belatedly, Stas noticed that the member under the towel began to pulsate, filling with blood.

- Are you okay? - Anya turned uneasily, - Why are you hanging there?

- Who taught you to steam so much? - Stas smiled, shaking brooms over the girl.

- In what sense?

“In the straight,” he fingered a loop on her swimsuit with his finger, and, having untied it, threw the straps to the sides.

- Stas! Well what about you? - Anya was playfully indignant, - Let's observe the limits of decency.

Stas succumbed to a couple and slowly walked brooms on the gentle back of a girl.

- In the bathhouse it is just indecent to wear clothes, - the brooms with confident claps worked on her ass and got to her hips, - your husband is quite normal and steamed without panties.

“Well, of course,” Anya purred, rather squinting, “you still take off your pants ... Damn!” Stas!

A sharp jerk wet panties flew from the hips of the girl on his knees. Anya reflexively squeezed her legs even more, but the plump sexual lips did not hide from Stas' lustful gaze, which led him to complete delight.

- Have you gone crazy, Stanislav ?! - Anya whispered ominously, trying to reach out to the cherished matter of panties by hand.

- What are you doing, Anh? - laughed Stas, further down the panties with his legs, - This is the same bath. Steam must be naked so that the body breathes.

“Idiot,” Anya gave up and laid her head on the towel. Brooms again rhythmically pounded on the wet body. Stas masterfully massaged the girl’s back, pressing the broom tight to her body.

- Mmmmm How good - Anya purred.

“Now let's refresh the skin,” He threw the besoms off to the side and poured abundantly on steamed Ani's body with mint oil.Strong hands began to gently rub the shiny skin, dispersing the oil droplets along the spine to a small hollow of the buttocks.

“Mmm, this is something new,” Anya adjusted her hair with her hand so as not to stain them with oil. The girl turned her face to the wall and closed her eyes. Warm palms slid freely on the back, soaking the skin with freshness. Now she could clearly understand the meaning of the expression "born again." Immersed in her thoughts, Anya didn’t even immediately realize that Stas ’hands had left her back a long time ago, continuing their games on her bottom and legs. Only when tenacious fingers covered the inner surface of the thighs, spreading her legs slightly apart, she reluctantly said:

- Stas, not arrogant.

- What's wrong with that? - one hand massaging the hips, unceremoniously touched the labia.

“Mmmm,” the girl mumbled. She, ruined by cognac, steam, and such an unusual massage, didn’t want to open her eyes and move now more than anything.

Stas was in no hurry. His hands once again walked on the back, massaged his shoulders, causing another sigh of Ani's pleasure, and soon sank to the waist again. He opened the flap in the steam room wall to release the heat a little. Then he alternately massaged the feet and legs of the girl. In the course of the massage, he accidentally changed the position of Ani's legs, so that soon her thighs were divorced so that you could easily see the smooth-shaved, shiny lips flowing down from the oil, already slightly opened from arousal. Stas greedily licked his dry lips and, clasping the girl’s legs with hot palms, began to massage them, confidently approaching with his thumbs to the cherished crack.

“Mmmm,” Anya groaned again as her fingertips touched the delicate skin of her crotch. Stas took it as an approval and went on. His palm lay on the girl's soft ass, and the middle finger quickly ran through the hollow between the buttocks and suddenly drowned in the hot bosom of the vagina.

- Sta-a-a-as, well, enough, - reluctantly opened Anya's eyelashes, - not a hooligan.

She pulled her hips tighter, however, arrogant finger did not leave her private place, but on the contrary tried to delve into it even further.

- Stanislav! - Now Anya whispered angrily, returning from the clouds to the ground again, and moved back to the wall.

- What's up? - Stas playfully slapped his palm on the shiny ass of the girl, - Eugene did this to my wife and did not.

Anya did not immediately understand the meaning of what was said. She wrinkled her forehead and slowly turned to Stas:

- What?

He was leaning over her, looking into the girl’s eyes with cunning interest. Under the towel tied at the hips, the erect penis clearly bristled, and the hands again tried to hug her by the hips.

“Come on, don't be surprised,” he chuckled. “Katya told me how Zhenka had humored her here. But she does not admit that she liked it.

- Kate said? - Anya perplexedly moved her legs, and, covering her chest with a towel, sat on the bench.

- Yes, - Stas grinned, - there was at least one honest person among you.

Ani's eyes suddenly sparkled with pent-up tears:

- Forgive him! He himself is very ashamed ... ashamed of everything ... we drank too much ... we wanted to forget everything, so we did not tell you ...

- Hush, Anyut, what are you? - Stas touched Anya by the shoulders, - You are not to blame. You too have been deceived. We have every right to a rematch.

Anya pulled off a lock of wet hair from her forehead and looked at Stas uncomprehendingly.

- What a rematch? What are you talking about?

- Hey, bathmakers! - Eugene's muffled voice came from the lounge, - are you alive there?

Stas impatiently threw off the towel.

“Come on, we'll have time,” he whispered hotly, pulling Anya by the ankles to himself. The sight of excited manhood instantly sobered the girl.

- Stop, Stas! - She groaned, trying to escape from the embrace, - Fool! You're drunk! Do not!

- We are fast. We will have time ..., - with an irresponsible gleam in his eyes, he tried to tear off the towel with Ani and spread her legs.

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