Sometimes, telling a story, knowing that someone, somewhere has shared in the excitement, makes it all the more arousing.
I was vacationing in Park City Utah when this took place. I had gone to the pool and health spa to relax. The entire thing was located in a large covered area. In addition to the pool and weight room there was a hot tub and steam room.
It was very late in the evening as I sat by the side of the pool reading a book and watching the people in the pool.
A young couple caught my eye as they swam in the pool. Both the man and the woman were attractive, dark haired and looked to be somewhere in their mid-twenties.
He was wearing loose "surfer" type trunks and she was wearing a black bikini, which accented her long black hair that floated on the surface of the pool. Her creamy white skin showed the care she had taken with sunscreen to avoid burning, or even too much tanning.
As I watched her swim, I could not help but notice the swell of her breasts, which glistened in the water. She must have caught my glance, because she looked right at me. I blushed, but as I was turning my glance away, I thought I saw her smile.
I decided to sit in the steam for a while. I got up and went into the steam room. I turned on the steam and took a seat at the end of the room.
The steam room was sort of an elongated closet paneled in white marble with two benches that ran the length of the room. The floor was paved in a darker stone. Although it had a glass door that opened onto the pool, once I had turned on the steam, the view inside was totally obscured. I sat at the back and let the steam billow around me.
After about five minutes, the door opened and the couple I had been watching in the pool came in and sat down facing each other. Each had brought in a plastic glass of water and a fanny pack, which they sat next to them on the bench. No one said anything. The timer on the steam turned the steam jets off and the clouds of mist didn't get any thicker.
I was gratified to get a close up look at this stunning girl, even with her husband sitting right next to me.
About five minutes passed as I watched sweat roll down her arms and legs as they both sat with their heads leaned back. I noticed that she was tracing patterns in the sweat beading on her skin with her fingertips. Slowly she moved them up and down her legs and then across her abdomen.
I watched in fascination as she lightly traced her fingers over her breasts and then reached behind her and loosened her top.
She shrugged her shoulders and her top dropped into her lap, which she then sat beside her on the bench.
Even if I had wanted to leave, both of these people effectively cut off my escape. Their position in the room made me feel OK about remaining, despite the woman's state of partial undress. The steam had thinned somewhat, but the moisture on the glass door was more than enough to prevent anyone on the outside from seeing anything inside.
Her husband or boyfriend was watching her intently. Reaching into a little fanny pack he had brought into the steam room with him, he produced a bar of soap that he began to lather in his hands. He knelt in front of her and began to lather her feet and calves, moving up her legs until he reached her bikini bottoms.
Without a word, she raised her buttocks off the marble bench and hooked her thumbs in her bottoms and slid them down to about mid-thigh. Her friend slid them the rest of the way off and sat them next to her top on the bench.
By this time, I had an erection that was standing rigid inside of my swim trunks. Thank heavens they were baggy enough not to cause this condition to be painful. I curled my legs up in order to conceal my excitement and continued to watch as her friend slowly lathered her hips, waist, shoulders, arms and breasts with soap.
As I watched, he pulled one leg of his trunks up in order to allow his own erection to be freed. I watched as it bobbed and swayed. He continued to lather her, this time concentrating on her breasts, teasing the rigid nipples and then cupping each breast in a slippery hand.
He knelt in front of her again and looked up at her. She spoke in a low voice that echoed in the stone room, despite the fact that her voice was barely more than a whisper. "Please wash my pussy"
She slid down a little and I could clearly see that she was swollen and puffy with excitement. He began to lather her mound and at the same time he was rubbing his erect cock against her slippery leg.
He did not reach inside of her, but continued rubbing her as she arched slightly against his hand. Both of their breathing echoed in the stone room as my own cock strained against my suit.
Suddenly he stopped lathering her. He picked up one of the glasses of water sitting in the bench and poured it over her pussy.
He then slid his own trunks off and kicking them aside, sat back down on his bench across from her.
Slowly she reached down and parted her labia. Her finger began moving in small circles. With the other hand, she cupped a breast, teasing her nipple. With half closed eyes, she watched her friend as he sat naked across from her, his cock jutting into the steamy air.
The sound of her masturbating was the only sound in the room besides our ragged breathing. Her hand began moving faster and faster, still her friend sat. I noticed that he was arching his hips in such a way as to make his cock sway in the wet air.
I could take it no longer, I slipped my own trunks off and dropped them on the floor. I sat on the bench, revealing my engorged cock to them both.
The girl didn't miss a beat or even look my way as she continued to play with herself. Her friend however began to lather the soap in his hands and then soap his own cock.
The girl immediately got up off the bench, still masturbating, she slapped his hand away from his cock and reached down and picked up her bottoms. She slid them on and put her top back on, her friend followed suit, pulling his trunks on over his engorged cock.
Reaching down, she picked up the bar of soap, turning to me, she lathered up one hand and softly slid it up and down my aching dick a couple of times and then said, "If you'd like to come up to our room, I'll show off some more for both of you"
With those words, she released my cock and turned and walked out the door. Her boyfriend got up to leave and turning my way he spoke for the first time, "We're in room 338 if you're willing to play by the rules".
Of course, by this point I'd have been willing to play Russian roulette for a chance to look at her smooth body some more. I was aching for release of any kind, so I pulled my own trunks over my rigid member and followed them hoping the late hour would help me get to their room without meeting anyone on the way.
By the time I left the pool, a combination of cold air and embarrassment at walking around in public with a raging boner had made me semi presentable. I made it to room 338 without incident and knocked on the door.
The man opened the door, "I'm Rick", he said, "This is Amy".
Rick was still wearing his swim trunks, Amy, however, had pulled a long t -shirt which came down almost to her knees.. I could not tell if she had anything on under it or not. She had braided her long dark hair into a single braid that hung down to the middle of her back and was seemingly oblivious to what had transpired a little while before. She offered me a soft drink, which I accepted.
We sat around on the couch, making small talk for a little while until Amy said, "I think an explanation is in order.
"One night about a year ago, I came home from work unexpectedly. I approached our bedroom and I could hear Rick talking. He was telling the dirtiest story I had ever heard. Of course, I was outraged, but I was excited as well."
"I peeked inside and there was Rick jacking off and talking on the phone.'
