It was close to midnight when I walked out of the business centre, having caught up on my emails. I was flustered. My business suit felt overly restrictive and my bra way too tight. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse in an attempt to cool myself down.
My hormones were on fire. That last email from David was totally unexpected. It seemed so real. I wondered if it was a real experience or just a fantasy. Either way, it had me aroused and dangerously horny.
As I was waiting for the lift to return to my hotel room, I noticed a sign on a door leading to the fitness centre. I walked up to the door, inserted my room key and the green light appeared as the door clicked open. I walked up the passageway towards the fitness centre passing a steam room. It was operating and I thought it would be a nice relaxing way to de-stress so I kept on walking to enter the ladies' change room.
Inside there was a pile of white towels neatly folded on top of each other, all placed on a wicker basket. I took a white bath towel from the pile and placed it on the table by the lockers. I unbuttoned my blouse and then unclasped my 32B bra strap finally enjoying the freedom of being able to just let them hang free. The bra straps were too tight leaving white marks across my back and under my breasts. I unzipped my navy-blue corporate skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I then sat down on the bench as I lifted my legs up high and peeled the hose off my legs. I stood up and took off my little white cotton thong panties. I noticed white creamy strands of libation that had come out of my wet pussy, sticking to my inner panty lining. I smiled, realizing that this was the doing of David's erotic email.
I wrapped the white towel around my torso and pulled it up and over my breasts, tied a knot on the top to hold it up and closed the locker door before exiting the change room. I opened the glass door to the steam room.
I felt a block of hot humid steam hit me, envelop me and instantly raise my body temperature to the point of sweating. I inhaled the damp air as I looked through the steam to find an empty spot on the tiled bench to sit down. Although the steam was thick, I could still make out that there was nobody else in the steam room. I sat down on the bench and made myself comfortable. It was hot, humid and wet. Droplets of water were falling down from the ceiling.
My imagination drifted to David's email. I recounted the story in my mind. It started to have the same effect on me as earlier. I had just started to relax in the steam room. I didn't want to get up, get changed and have to go back to my room to masturbate.
The steam room was empty and it was midnight so in all probability there would be nobody visiting it, so I allowed myself to go with the flow and didn't let my inhibitions get in the way.
I pulled the knot of my towel free, stood up and hung the towel on the rail outside the steam room. I much preferred the feeling of being nude in a steam room, in a natural state, as should be for sweating and relaxing in without the restriction of a soaking wet towel. I lay on my back and stretched out on the bench, closed my eyes and let the steam roll over me, taking me into a relaxed trance.
The steam was heavy and sweat was running down my face, chest and legs and quickly spreading, opening up every pore on my body.
My mind turned back to the email. I saw the images of the model in my mind. I imagined the look of lust in David's eyes, his hard-on pushing out tightly against his pants as he clicked away on his camera while she exhibited her body, openly displaying herself, enjoying the act of modelling as a means to explore her sexuality, a way to take her arousal to new levels.
I lifted my back slightly off the bench arching it a little as I lifted my legs up and pushed my knees outwards, and then pushed my feet together with my legs and knees lying parted, facing outwards but lying flush against the bench. This is called butterfly pose in yoga. This pose opens the hips and intensifies the opening sensations around one's groin, even parting and opening one's pussy lips. I love to masturbate like this.
I directed my fingers to my folds to my aching core, which desperately needed to be touched. I ran my fingers across my mound feeling my tiny pubic curls and then slid my index finger down and onto my fleshy folds as they glided over my moist vaginal lips, rubbing them as they layered across each other, then retreating my fingers back up to the top to touch my swollen clit. I rubbed it around in little circular motions feeling the raw nerve endings against my fingertips and enjoying the quick instant pangs and sensations of pleasure ripple through me.
The build-up was quick, so to draw out the sensations I took a deep breath and switched to caressing my outer labia, feeling the wet skin sliding between my fingers as they became more slippery and lubricated from stimulation. My fingers were now sticky from the streaming juices oozing slowly out of me. I took out my finger and smelt the salty scent of sex, the raw animalistic instinct. It was covered in a filmy white residue.
With my other hand I brushed my fingers along my breasts grasping and twisting my erect nipples between them. Shivers ran through my spine and down my torso. The waves were coming in bigger and wilder as I travelled in my mind back through the erotic story email.
With my eyes closed, and my back flat against the bench I lifted my legs upwards into a right angle, a common pose for Pilates stomach strengthening exercises, lifting my butt upwards and slightly raised off the bench. I caressed my excited nipples with the fingers of one hand as I pulled my other hand round my raised thigh from behind my legs and pushed my index and middle fingers deep into my easily accessible pussy. It felt good to be filled to be penetrated. I lifted my butt even higher as I furiously jabbed my fingers in and out of my pussy reaching as deep as I could get them.
I was on the verge of an intense orgasm when I heard voices. It couldn't be! I thought to myself, after all, it was midnight. The voices got louder and then I saw shadows behind the fogged-up little window.
This interruption filled me with adrenaline. I was frightened. I was worried they would know what I was up to. I now heard voices and then saw the door open. In under a second, I quickly bunched myself up into a sitting position with my knees pulled up high and my feet closed tightly as I leaned over them to cover up my bare breasts. I was literally caught with my fingers in the cookie jar.
In walked this couple. The guy was really tall, maybe six foot four, well built, big-boned with fair hair, and the girl in contrast was petite, maybe five foot with long blonde hair. They looked very European.
"Hallo, I am Jurgen and my girlfriend is Vibka," he introduced himself in a strong German accent.
I stayed in my crouched position but I looked up as he spoke. He was nude. He had prominent taut muscles. His body was only sparsely covered in light blonde hair. His abs had a six-pack across a hairless chest. He had a body of a bodybuilder but it was his very long cock that grabbed my attention. It was limp as he walked in, but just stood out of proportion to anything I had ever seen before. He deserved the title "well hung". I knew I shouldn't look but it was eye-grabbing. His penis must have hung limp the size of most guys' erections. His balls were enormous too. They looked like ripe mouth-watering delicious plums that were just waiting to be plucked and to be slowly chewed on and eaten.
His girlfriend had on a white bikini with gold rings holding the bottom front and behind parts together. She had really big breasts, I would imagine close to a size 34E. They strained to stay within the top, with bulging cleavage. Her breasts looked so out of form against her petite frame.
They sat down at the end of the bench as I gazed away minding my own business. The steam turned on again and filled the room steaming it up. I could only now faintly make them out. I turned to look at them and could see that she was now sitting on his lap. He had his hands up her top and was caressing her nipples, his knuckles pushing and sticking out the stretchy material. I looked on at his thighs and noticed that he had a half erection bulging from between his legs, wedged under her butt. It was visible from the side.
It was getting far too hot and I wanted to get out so I quickly stood up, ready to race to the door when my locker key fell from my hands somewhere in one of the shallow pools of water condensed on the tiled dark floor.
I crouched on all fours to look on the floor for my keys, but it was dark and I could not find them. I felt uncomfortable in this position knowing that they had a clear view of my butt and pussy sticking out between my butt cheeks, but I would not be able to get my clothes out of the locker without the damn keys.
"I help you find keys," Jurgen said standing up.
Before I had a chance to manoeuvre myself out of the tiny floor space to make room for him to perch down and look, he was squeezing down next to me. I turned to get up when I felt his cock brush against my outer thigh. This was so weird having an absolute stranger stand naked next to me and then end up feeling his private parts.
I got myself back up again as Jurgen scratched around the floor in search of my keys. I took the moment to enjoy the view. This hunky guy stretching out with his butt sticking out and these huge balls hanging down clearly visible from this compromised position. I felt guilty staring at this guy right in front of his girlfriend but then I was sort of allowed to look in that direction as it was my keys he was looking for.
"Ahoy, I got them!" he said as he fumbled about raising himself up to standing.
He handed me my keys but had a good look at my perky size-B bare breasts boasting a standout nipple stand. I noticed him looking at them for a moment more than he should have. I felt his gaze, as if he was slowly touching, caressing my nipples. It sent lightning strikes through me, taking my breath away. Somehow I really enjoyed being ogled by his eyes. My nipples so wanted to be ravaged and sucked by his mouth.
"Thank you," I said taking the keys and then rushing out of the steam room to catch my breath.
I quickly donned my towel around my waist covering my breasts like a boob tube, and went back to the change room. I was not thinking clearly and I walked the wrong way down the passage. On my way back past the steam room I heard grunts and groans. I was naughty. I looked in through the steamed-up window.
I could see her bare back with her long blonde hair flowing down it. She was sitting on him facing him. I could see that she had no bottoms on either as I saw her naked butt crack. I could not see Jurgen, as he was overshadowed by her body. They were fucking. I peered more closely through the steamy window. She was mounted on his hard cock, bobbing up and down it. His hands were holding her under her butt cheeks, guiding her up and down. Jurgen was sucking her voluptuous breasts as they fucked.
I knew I was doing wrong being a disgusting voyeur. I didn't think they would notice me there, as it was so steamy. I couldn't help it though. I was still horny and more frustrated than ever. I even felt jealous of this girl. I needed to be fucked hard and deep so badly. My hormones had gone mad and I think I must have temporarily lost my rational mind. I just watched on.
The girl got up and stood up and was turning around. I was nervous. Had they seen me? I felt embarrassed, ashamed and quickly turned to walk away.
"Hallo, please come back inside!" a voice shouted from behind me.
I turned around and the door was held open as the girl's head peeked out, steam pouring out of the open door all around her.
I just wanted to not be there. I couldn't ignore her so I turned around to respond.
"No, it's OK, I think I should go to bed now."
She edged outside the door still holding it open but standing there naked. I looked at her up and down as she spoke. She had large breasts, with small pink nipples, a narrow waist and slightly bigger hips crowned by a triangular patch of curly blonde pubic hair.
I ignored her and turned around to go on to the change room and then return to my room. I approached the change room door and on it was a sign that read: Change rooms closed for cleaning, key available from reception.
"Oh shit," I mumbled to myself.
I could not go to reception in the towel. I went back to the steam room and opened the door.
"Hello, It is Jurgen, isn't it?" I nervously asked.
"Yes, what is wrong?" he asked me.
"The change room is locked and my room key and all my clothes are in it. I can't go to reception dressed like this."