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Anastazija je stala pod vročim prskanjem v prho, njeno obilno telo je sijalo pod svetlobo v kopalnici. Stara je bila 42 leta, a še vedno neverjetno lepa, s krivuljami na vseh pravih mestih in temno lase, ki so padali po njenih ramenskih ploskvah. Njen mož je pred urami odšel na delo, pustil pa jo je s čudno bolečino med njeno nogama, ki jo njeno lastno dotikanje več ni moglo zadoščiti. Zadela se je z vlogo poslušne gospodinje, zadela se je z dolgočasno rutino. Potrebovala je vzburjenje, strast - nekaj resničnega.

Kot je dosegla do gobe, je slišala, kako se je kopalniška vrata počasi odprla. Bil je Vasilij, ročnik, ki ga je njen mož najel, da popravi kapajočo cev. Verjetno je prišel, da preveri svoje delo. Njeno srce je zbežalo, ko je skozi zamučen stekleno vrata pogledala. Bil je visok, širokopleč, z mišicami, ki so se raztezale pod njegovim majico. Definitivno je bil mlajši od nje, verjetno v srednjih dvajsetih, s samozavestnim drženjem, ki ji je pospešilo pulz.

"Vam lahko pomagam?" je klicala, poskušajoč se zveneti predvsem jezo, namesto vzburjeno.

"Le preverjam cevi tukaj," je odgovoril, njegov glas globok in resonanten. "Vas moj mož je rekel, da bo v redu, če pripotem, ko je na delu." Prišel je bliže pralni vrati, njegovi pogledi so se spustili po njeni mokri telesi, vidni skozi delno zamučen steklo. "Oprostite, če vas motim, gospa."

Anastazijino dihanje se je zadržalo, ko je opazila, kako se mu je izboljšalo v hlačah. Morala bi biti jezna, a namesto tega je to našla izjemno vzburjajoče. Na naglico je pralno vrata malo odprla, pustila, da se več pare izpusti in mu da boljšo sliko njenih penečih prsij. "Hočete vstopiti?" je vprašala, njen glas le še šepet. "Tukaj je dovolj prostora."

Vasilij ni potreboval drugega povabila. Hitro si je slekel obleko, razkril pa je vtisujoč strel, ki je Anastaziji naredil vodo v ustih. Ko je vstopil v prho z njo, je čutil, kako so njegove močne roke zajele njeno pas, privlačajoč jo k njegovemu trdem telesu. Voda je padala nanju, ko je zasedel njeno usta v strastnem poljubu. Njegov jezik je vdrl v njeno usta, raziskoval vsako kutičico, medtem ko so se njegove roke spuščale po njeni mokri koži. Stena je v njegovem ustih, čutila je, kako se je vročina razširila po celotnem njenem telesu.

Njegove roke so se spustile do njenih medenic, stiskajoč in mešajoč, preden so se premaknile med njeno nogo. Najprej je našel njeno already swollen and sensitive, and began to rub it with expert strokes. Anastasia gasped, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Oh god, yes," she whispered, her head falling back in ecstasy. "Right there, just like that."

Vasily chuckled darkly. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined when I saw you around the house," he murmured against her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. "I've been fantasizing about doing this to you for weeks." He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist for better access, and thrust two fingers inside her wet pussy. Anastasia cried out, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers.

"I want you inside me," she begged, her voice husky with desire. "Now, Vasily. Please." Without hesitation, he positioned himself at her entrance and drove his rock-hard cock deep inside her. They both groaned in unison, the feeling even better than they had imagined. He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending water droplets flying around them. Anastasia wrapped both legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with her own eager movements. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with their moans and the running water, creating an erotic symphony that turned them both on even more.

"You're so fucking tight," Vasily growled, increasing his pace. "I've never felt anything like it." He reached between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, and within moments, Anastasia was screaming her release. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him as he found his own climax, filling her with his hot cum. They stayed like that for a moment, both gasping for breath, before Vasily gently lowered her feet to the shower floor.

"We shouldn't have done that," Anastasia finally said, but there was no conviction in her voice.

"We definitely should have," Vasily replied with a wink. "And we will again, if you'll let me." Anastasia smiled, knowing that this was just the beginning of their forbidden affair. As she watched him dry off and get dressed, she couldn't wait for her next shower - or for her husband's next work trip.