Dragon Heat in the Bathhouse

Steam from the sauna stove billowed thick, wrapping my body in damp heat. I stepped into the changing room and froze—she was sitting on the bench. Anna. The widow I hadn't seen in almost seven years. Her skin glistened with sweat, the towel barely covering her full breasts, and the look she gave me was hungry and bold.

"No shit, Sergei?" she breathed, sitting up. "How long's it been... and you look like you just fucked someone in this same bathhouse yesterday."

Her words hit me right in the groin. I felt my cock thicken instantly under the thin towel. Anna swung her legs off the bench, the towel slipping slightly, revealing a pink nipple. Her gaze dropped, catching my reaction.

"Looks like you're happy to see me too," she whispered, licking her lips. "Don't just stand there. Come closer."

I stepped forward, and our knees brushed. Her palm landed on my thigh, fingers crawling upward, pushing the edge of my towel aside. The sauna's heat mixed with the heat of her skin. I leaned in, breathing in the scent of her wet hair and her arousal.

"Anna... were you always this bold?" I asked hoarsely, tracing my fingers along her shoulder. Her skin burned.

"Only for the ones who deserve it," she said, holding my gaze. Her hand reached my cock and wrapped around the base. "Whoa... thick as hell now. I remember when you used to be shy about it."

She squeezed harder, stroked up, her thumb spreading the bead of precum that had gathered at the tip. I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair. The towel fell away completely. Her full breasts swayed, nipples hard and dark. Between her thighs, her slit was already glistening wet.

"Enough talking," she growled. "Fuck me, neighbor. Right here. I'm already dripping, see?"

I ripped off my towel. My cock stood at full attention, heavy and pulsing. Anna spread her legs on the bench, fingers parting her slick lips to show off her shiny clit.

"Look how bad I want you," she whispered. "Come on, shove that big cock in my pussy."

I didn't wait. I stepped between her thighs and slammed in to the hilt in one sharp thrust. Anna arched back, letting out a loud moan. Her walls were hot, soaked, gripping me tight. I started fucking her deep and hard, feeling my balls slap against her wet ass.

"Yes... just like that!" she cried, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Deeper, Sergei! Fuck me harder... I've been a widow too long, I've missed a real cock!"

Steam swirled around us, sweat dripping down her tits. I leaned down, caught a nipple between my lips, sucked hard while I kept pounding her pussy. She was trembling, her breath ragged. I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock, tighter and tighter.

"Flip over," I ordered, pulling out. "I want you on all fours."

Anna obediently got on her hands and knees on the wide bench, arching her back, sticking out her round, firm ass. I ran my palm over her cheeks, slapped them a couple of times, leaving red marks. Then I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole.

"You want it there too?" she asked, glancing back with a wicked grin. "Then spit on it and shove it in. I'm all yours tonight."

I spat on her tight hole, pressed the head in slowly. Anna hissed, but then moaned as I pushed deeper. Her ass was unbelievably tight, hot. I started moving, slow at first, then faster, gripping her hips.

"Oh... fuck, your ass feels amazing," I breathed. "So tight... squeezing me so hard I'm about to come."

"Come inside me," she begged, one hand working her clit. "I want to feel your hot cum filling my ass... come on, harder!"

I sped up, fucking her ass rough and deep. The bathhouse filled with the sounds of slapping skin, her moans, and my heavy breathing. Anna came first—her body shook, she screamed, fingers rubbing her clit furiously. Her ass clamped down around my cock so hard I couldn't hold back.

With a loud grunt, I buried myself to the root and started coming. Hot ropes of cum flooded her tight ass. I kept thrusting, milking out every drop until it started leaking back out.

We collapsed onto the bench, gasping for air. Her body trembled, my cum slowly trickling down her thigh. Anna turned and kissed me hungrily, tongue sliding into my mouth.

"Haven't been fucked like that in forever," she whispered with a smile. "Come back anytime, neighbor. Next time I'll ride you myself... and make you scream."

I ran my fingers along her slick slit, feeling her start to heat up again.

"Don't doubt it," I replied. "This bathhouse is ours now."