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Sauna Surprise 2

Sauna Surprise 2

by silversier
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Sauna Surprise

I like to go skiing every year to Austria. In the past my partner has come with me, but she has decided her skiing days are over.

So it was as a single man this year.

The place I stay has a lovely wellness centre with sauna and rest area. The Austrian rules are strictly enforced. This has not been an issue for me in the past and I find the whole experience relaxing and comfortable, especially when my partner is also there.

This year had a very different feel.

The sauna itself is rather small, and I was sitting on the upper seats with my back resting on the wooden wall. The views outside the side windows are lovely - pristine fresh snow and the odd light in the distance. After dark, the stars are clear above the ridges of the surrounding mountains. The sauna is kept a dim red light in order to emphasise the view.

I was relaxed and slightly drowsy after a long and vigorous day's skiing when I was aware of another entering the sauna. Through half opened eyes I saw a beautiful German lady enter. Mature years, but clearly still very fit. Perfect athletic body with still firm breasts. An admirably flat stomach and strong legs which promised a prefect peach of an ass. She had long aryan blond hair, which looked natural.

She sat herself opposite me with her back to the wall and I was pleased to see the line of a landing strip leading down to her cunt.

As we both enjoyed the warmth, we gently chatted about the snow conditions and ours day's sport. I was enchanted by her steely blue eyes.

"Are you on your own here?", I asked.

"With my husband, but he doesn't like the sauna. Not sure he likes anything these days except stocks and shares and his blood Mercedes.".

After a few minutes we were both sweating heavily. She had a healthy glow over gently tanned skin. Small rivers of sweat dripped down from her dark nipples. But I couldn't help also noticing that the moisture between her legs looked somehow different from the rest of her sweat. She had parted her legs slightly and was faintly scissoring her legs back and forth. A whisp of movement, but nevertheless noticeable.

The door then opened and a large German lady entered, filling the sauna. Her podgy legs and swollen belly in sharp contrast. Huge breasts with large areola. The first lady then had a choice which way to move to make space. Delightedly, she shifted towards me as we both turned around to sit upright on the bench.

Then our legs stroked each other.

"Oh, I'm sorry" I said in my pure English fashion.

"Don't worry, I rather liked it".

Heart beating strong and fast, the heat was building on more ways than one. I was struggling to resist resting my hand just a few inches to the left, where it would surely land on her upper thigh.

She leant to the right and deliberately rested her shoulder on mine. No contest, my penis was starting to swell and I was at risk of that major faux pas in a sauna - a full blown erection.

I covered my semi with the towel and said I was getting too hot, so was off for a shower.

"Hmm," she said, "So I see".

Fortunately, the shower was right by the sauna, so with a deft movement, I was able to skip into the shower with minimum embarrassment.

I was turning the water ever colder, trying to diminish my member, when the younger lady also came into one of the four cubicles.

There is something seriously sexy about sharing a mixed shower with a stranger you have only just started talking to. She gasped at the cold water and let the water soak her long hair. As her hands soaped her body, I wished that they were mine.

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I had just about recovered my English composure, when she asked if I would soap her back.

So with careful, soft hands I started at he nape of her neck, circling each shoulder blade before moving down to her waist.

"That feels good, you have gentle hands but I can feel they are strong. What has made them so soft?"

"I'm a surgeon. We scrub six times a day so our hands are always soft. It's important to keep the sensation for operating".

"So you know your way around a body, I presume?"

"I like to think so."

"Are you good at massage? My legs are aching and I have a race tomorrow so need to limber up".

"Sure. In fact I may have some oil from last year still in my bag".

Without another word, she stepped out of the shower and towelled herself. She then gently took my hand and led me along the corridor and upstairs to the rest raum. As she ascended the stairs ahead of me, I could see her ass from below her towel. Odd, having seen her completely naked, this was somehow even sexier that she was half covered. And of course there were others in the upstairs room.

The seats and beds vary, and the lounge chairs tend to be the most popular as they command the same view of the snow fields. But left at the top of the stairs are a few double beds with leather covers. Best of all they are almost four posters, with muslin curtains, full at the front, ruched at the side.

With confidence she lay face down on the bed, her towel loosely covering the top of her arse and in a quiet, almost demanding voice said " OK. Mr surgeon. Work your magic".

I picked the oil out of my bag and worked some into my hands. I could feel the heat form from the herbs and couldn't help remembering the last time I had rubbed it onto naked flesh.

Starting at her calves, I worked each leg in turn. Pressing first gently, then firmer, working the muscles to relieve her tension and prepare her for the next days races.

As I moved up to her thigh, she parted her legs. First an inch or two, but then a definite widening. I could see her cunt shadowed under the towel. Also I felt sure her labia were swelling, a sure sign. In amongst the lavender and Bergamo scent of the massage oil, I started to smell also the scent of a woman. Intoxicating, and bringing on another potentially embarrassing erection.

But as I looked around, I felt the others in the large room would have to strain to see us. And most of them seemed engrossed in various sports magazines or glued to their phones. Fortunately we were in the darkest corner of the room. Most of them were wearing ear pods as well, so wouldn't have heard us anyway.

"I get very tight just here", she said, reaching around to the top of her thigh. "Just where the hamstrings meet the pelvis". She pointed out the area by parting her cheeks and curling her fingers around, widening the glorious gap between her legs.

I used my thumbs to kneed the muscles against the bone. Both sides in a slow rhythmical movement. Enjoying her ever wetter groin. I tried to resist touching her labia, to maintain decorum, but I was perilously close to her asshole.

"Perfect." She purred. "Maybe you could massage my back now?"

"I'll have to straddle across you, I'm afraid. The bed is too wide to reach across"

"I don't see that as a problem".

Trying to hold my towel in one hand and the oil jar in the other I rolled onto the double bed, slipping somewhat on the leather. Then stepping over her legs to rest mine on either side of hers. I tried hard to stay higher than her buttocks, but my legs kept slipping wide. (Honest!).

I'd also caught the towel with my legs as I mounted the bed, so now it was barely covering me.

I leant forward and started to massage her shoulders. We were both enjoying it rather more than perhaps we should have. Deepening my pressure to ease her rhomboids between her shoulder blades. My knowledge of anatomy certainly comes in useful when massaging.

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I could feel her back arching up to meet my hands and as I moved down to the small of her back, she shifted weight and lifted her bum. Touching my engorged prick. She let out a satisfied gasp.

"Shhhh, there are other people" I whispered.

"Tee hee. Fuck them, let them watch!".

As I increased pressure and rolled my thumbs up her spine, I noticed her move her right arm around and down between her legs. She must have been circling her clit, though I couldn't see beyond the towel. All I could feel was the occasional brush of her wrist against my balls. Exquisite.

I slipped on the leather one more time and my firm member slapped down between her cheeks.

"Oooops, Sorry" I apologised.

"Leave it there. In fact, let me give it somewhere else to rest"

With that invite, she reached and grabbed my prick. Semi roughly, she pulled it down and rested it between her lips. She was warm, soaking, and too inviting to resist.

Trying to remain semi descent, I angled forwards and entered her. We both gasped quietly.

I was too self conscious to properly fuck her, but straddling her arse with my prick inside her warmth was heaven. So I stayed rigid (!) and still and continued to massage her back.

She rolled slowly her arse upwards. My glans was pressing hard against her G spot. She rocked agonisingly slowly. Just an inch or so back and forth. Certainly the slowest fuck I've ever had, but the tension was like nothing I had experienced. It seemed to last for hours..

In time, she curled her fingers, first one, then two, around her clit. Occasionally, she managed to insert one of her fingers in her cunt alongside my prick.

After and age of ecstasy, she started to moan a little too loud for the circumstances and I could feel her cunt start to contract. I was near to bursting when she grabbed my balls and gave them a squeeze.

Christ that was a good fuck.

We collapsed in giggles and warmth.

"You'll have to do my front tomorrow".

Later that evening, I was eating alone in the restaurant. Vienna schnitzel and a good glass of pure Austrian beer.

I'm sure I looked like Billy-no-mates in my corner, but my mind was full of the previous hours.

The lady entered, looking as beautiful and fresh as ever. She was wearing the traditional dirndl dress which emphasised her slim waist and cleavage.

Unfortunately she was accompanied by what must have been her husband. A typical German business man. All beer gut and attitude. Jowls and receding hair.

I couldn't imagine her enjoying the same experience with him.

She led him so they sat opposite me. Almost a mirror image of the earlier sauna.

After her first course, she excused herself and went to the ladies. When she returned, I imagined that her handbag was just slightly fuller than had been.

She sat back again opposite me. Her husband's back facing my table.

She locked me with those steely blue eyes and slowly parted her legs giving me a clear view of her cunt. With a knowing wink, she continued with her meal.......

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