Mirror in the Steam

The steam was thick, heavy, wrapping around my skin like a second hand. I was sitting on the top bench, wrapped in a sheet, and he walked in right behind me, not knowing I'd heard every single word he said through the wall.

"You sure she's not coming back?" he'd asked my husband five minutes ago. "Because I can't just keep looking at her when she's in that goddamn towel."

Now he stood in front of me, sweat beads glistening on his broad shoulders. His eyes were dark, hungry. I didn't look away.

"Alex…" I breathed out, feeling the sheet slip from my chest. "You don't know I heard everything."

His pupils dilated. He stepped closer, the heat from his body mixing with the steam.

"And what exactly did you hear, Lena?" His voice was low, a little rough.

"That you want me. That you've wanted me for a while." I rose slowly, the sheet falling to my feet. "And I want you too."

His palm landed on my waist, fingers digging into my skin immediately. We turned toward the big fogged-up mirror hanging across from the bench. Our bodies reflected in it: mine—damp, with heavy breasts, his—solid, tense.

"Look," he whispered in my ear, pressing up behind me. His hard cock pressed into the small of my back. "Look at how you're gonna moan."

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes from the reflection. Alex ran his hand down my stomach, fingers slipping between my legs. I was already wet, and not from the steam.

"Fuck, you're so hot…" it slipped out of him when he felt the wetness. "Spread your legs wider."

I obeyed, bracing my palms against the wooden wall. The mirror showed everything: how his two fingers entered me slowly, how I arched into them. The sounds were muffled—wet slaps of his fingers, my heavy breathing, his low growls.

"I want you right here," he said, pulling his fingers out and running the head of his cock along my lips. "Watch in the mirror. Don't look away."

He entered with one sharp thrust. I cried out, feeling him stretch me to the limit. Alex grabbed my hips and started fucking me deep, rhythmic. The mirror vibrated slightly with every impact. I could see my tits bouncing, his face contorted with pleasure, sweat running down his chest.

"Faster…" I moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me harder, Alex."

He sped up, the slaps getting louder. One hand landed on my breast, squeezing my nipple, the other slid down to my clit and started rubbing quick circles. I was trembling, my legs giving out.

"Turn around," he ordered suddenly, pulling out of me. "I want to see your face."

I turned, he hoisted me up by my ass and entered again, this time face to face. My back pressed against the warm wood, legs wrapped around his waist. Now the mirror was off to the side, but we both kept glancing at it, watching his thick cock disappear into my slit over and over.

"You're so tight… you grip me so hard," he growled, kissing my neck. "Your husband never fucked you like this, did he?"

"No…" I breathed out, scratching his shoulders. "Never this deep… Oh god, I'm gonna…"

He changed rhythm, moving in short, sharp thrusts, driving his cock all the way to the base. Every time the head hit that most sensitive spot inside me. I wasn't holding back my moans anymore, they echoed off the bathhouse walls.

"Cum on me, Lena. I want to feel you squeeze me," he whispered, speeding up.

The orgasm hit me like a shockwave. I screamed, my body arching, my pussy starting to pulse around his cock. Alex roared, slamming into me a few more times, then froze, spilling hot cum deep inside.

We were breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. In the mirror, two sweat-slicked bodies reflected, joined in one final thrust.

"This isn't over," he said quietly, still inside me. "When your husband gets back, we'll do it again. Only this time you'll stay quiet… or maybe you won't."

I smiled, feeling his cock harden again inside me.