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.
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.
