Barcelona! It was going to be the trip of the year. I was asked to lecture at a conference in this beautiful Spanish city and was so excited. La Sagrada Familia. La Rambla. Park Guell. This trip was going to be one for the books. My wife, of course, could not pass up this trip and readily agreed to accompany me on this journey.
After a long flight, we had a late afternoon arrival. I felt fairly refreshed having slept for most of the flight, but my wife had no such luck. She never enjoys trans-Atlantic flights, and this one was no exception. She did not sleep well and was quite bitchy upon landing. I wrote it off as her just being tired, but my wife was often an unpleasant person as of late. I would not be lying if I told you that many people often asked me why I stayed married to her. She was not always this way, however. Her attitude just seemed to change for the worse over the years.
I reserved a room in a cute boutique hotel with a great city view. Having arrived late in the day, we stepped outside and ate some delicious tapas at a quaint sidewalk café. My wife was exhausted from the flight, so we retired to the hotel after dinner. Unfortunately, she and I could not be more polar opposite this night. While she wanted to turn in for the evening, I was full of energy. We were in Barcelona for God’s sake! Feeling excited and a bit amorous, I held my wife and kissed her. I think I annoyed her more than anything and she pushed me away.
“Daniel, please get off me. I’m tired and want to sleep. Leave me alone. Good night.” Lynne gave me a peck on the cheek, seemingly out of duty rather than desire, and turned away without making eye contact.
As Lynne closed the door to the bedroom with a resounding thud, I was left standing alone. I sighed and plopped on the couch, resigned to a night of watching videos on my phone. Were we really in this great European city? With me sitting on the couch, I may just as well have been back at home.
I connected to the hotel Wi-Fi and was going to hit my well-worn Amazon-Prime button, but I hesitated. Was I really going to sit on the couch tonight? I checked the hotel amenities page and was pleasantly surprised to find a pool, steam room, and sauna on the hotel roof. Fortunately, it was a half hour before these would close for the night, so I sprang to action.
I quietly opened the bedroom door to grab my swim trunks and was surprised to find my wife still up, watching videos on her phone.
I looked a bit surprised and said, “Hey babe, I thought you were tired?”
Lynne gave me an irritated look. “Leave me alone. I need to relax a bit before bed.”
“So, you would rather spend time with your phone than me?” It was now time for me to be annoyed.
Lynne roughly put her phone on the bed. “What did you come in here for?”
I opened my suitcase and took out my swim trunks. “There is a pool and sauna upstairs. I am going to check it out. Want to come?”
Lynne picked up her phone and started watching videos again. “Shut the door on your way out.”
I stared at Lynne for a second, enveloped in a slowly growing wave of disgust. I was beginning to wonder if my friends were right. Why did I stay married to this burgeoning witch?
I took the lift upstairs, exiting at the pool. The view was simply amazing! It was a clear night and the twinkling lights of the city shone like a second set of stars beneath the sky. Being twenty minutes before closing time, I had the entire pool to myself. Toeing it to test the temperature, I watched the water gently ripple at my touch. I was thankful that the pool was warm to provide a respite from the cool Barcelona evening air. My body eased into the pool, and I lazily drifted for a few minutes. I would have stayed longer, but I wanted to hit the sauna before closing time.
The brisk air stung my skin as I stepped out of the clear blue water of the pool. I quickly shuffled my way to the sauna, eager for its warmth to shelter me. A red light cast an eerie glow over the hot wooden planked room. Its dry heat felt amazing, and my chilled skin was quickly remedied. An older couple sat next to one another on one side of the sauna and a younger woman was at the far end. I was surprised to see that each was completely naked, their skin covered with light beads of sweat.
I stood at the door, clothed by my swim trunks, and all eyes looked upon me. This was probably the only time in my life I felt self-conscious about wearing clothes. I gave a sheepish smile to my sauna-mates and took a seat opposite the older couple. Wanting to fit in, I removed my trunks and draped a towel over my lap. I could not help but notice the younger woman caught an intentional glimpse of my package as I disrobed.
The dry heat quickly did its job and opened every pore in my body. Salty sweat escaped my skin and glistened on my body under the dim red light. I could feel my cock and scrotum relax in the warmth of the room, much different than the contractive effect of the cool pool water. Other than the ticking of the timer in the room, a deafening silence filled the air. I sat on the heated planks and closed my eyes. Damn, this felt good! The tension in my muscles melted away and my mind cleared. After dealing with my bitchy wife all night, I needed this release.
The dinging of the timer broke my meditative state, and I opened my eyes. As they adjusted to the crimson glow, I saw the older couple making their way out the door. Judging by how long we had been sitting in the room, it must have been closing time. I expected the light to turn off, but nothing happened. Being Europe, I assumed that the hotel must trust their guests to leave on their own accord.
I was preparing to stand and take my leave when the young woman sitting at the far end of the sauna sauntered to the door. She looked to be a few years younger than me, but not by much. The red glow of the single light illuminating the room highlighted the curves of her toned body with each step she took. Her breasts were a beautiful hand size and capped with nipples that had obviously never seen the lips of a child. I tried not to overtly ogle, but could not overlook that she was clean shaven down below.
I expected the woman to grab her towel hanging on the hook by the door, but that was not the case. The beautiful blonde turned the thirty-minute timer and ladled water onto the hot rocks of the sauna. She took a seat directly across from me and smiled.
With a heavy eastern European accent, the sweating beauty said, “American?”
I smiled back and nodded my head. “Yes.”
It was obvious that neither of us spoke the language of the other.
I pointed to myself and said, “Dan.”
She returned the gesture and said, “Karolina.”
We sat in the heat of the room and stared at one another for a few awkward seconds. I was relieved when Karolina broke eye contact and stretched her arms into the air. Her back arched and she inhaled deeply. The widening of her rib cage accommodated her laborious inhale and forced her tits to proudly jut forth. She had her eyes closed, but she knew that I was watching her. Karolina knew what she was doing, and I felt a surge of blood rush to my cock.
The time ticked away and I could not help but to look at her dirty blonde hair, which was slicked back from her time in the sauna. I watched as rivulets of salty sweat streamed down her body, disappearing into the cross of her legs which hid her lovely pussy.
I knew that my hardening cock was beginning to tent up the towel covering my lap. There was no way to hide my burgeoning erection, so I slowly removed my towel to make things less obvious. I figured that Karolina would certainly notice a pitched towel but may not notice me if I were naked. The room in its red glow, after all, was a bit dark.
Time continued to pass, and we soaked up the dry heat. Bathing in our sweat, we continually stole glances at one another. Karolina leaned back and ran her hands over her body to clear the sweat away from her skin. Her movements were too seductively slow to simply be doing this for herself. I knew she was doing it for me. There was no denying the inevitable at this point: my cock was now hard as granite.
Karolina looked at me and caught a glimpse of my raging erection. A wry smile crossed her lips and she giggled. With the cat now out of the bag, I sat back on the bench of the sauna and relaxed my legs. My hips slid down on the bench and my hard cock now stood proudly.
Karolina gave me a seductive look and mimicked me by spreading her legs to reveal the lips of a shaven pink pussy. Maintaining eye contact with me, she slowly dropped her fingers and lightly traced the length of her labial folds. My eyes were ready to bulge from their sockets and my hand instinctively dropped to my cock. Karolina opened her legs further and spread her lips to reveal her clit. Ever so slowly, her fingers circled her pleasure center, and a light moan escaped her lips. It is hard to explain, but the moan sounded foreign with an accent. The exotic nature of its tone and inflection was highly arousing.
My fingers eagerly wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Wet with sweat, it was easy for me to slowly stroke as I watched Karolina touch herself. We both slowly increased our intensity but remained reserved. The sexual tension was building, but could anything really happen here? We were both in a public space, for God’s sake.
The timer dinged once again, indicating another thirty minutes had passed. The wheels turned in my mind. When I came to the roof nearly an hour ago, the place was deserted save for the few people in the sauna. After closing time, it had been another thirty minutes since the old couple left and not another soul had been seen. Perhaps we were alone up here above the crooked streets of Barcelona below. I was sure that my bitchy wife was either asleep or, more than likely, still watching videos on her phone despite her alleged exhaustion.