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“Goodbye , speak to you later”, i’d just got off the phone with my boyfriend, letting him know i’d finally arrived. It must have taken 8 hours to do the 4 hours train journey to get to Austria.
I’d arrived much later than expected and there was no one else in the hostel so my plan to hike or socialise had gone out the window.
I walked into town , at least the sun was out. I joined the crowds at one of the bier Gartens, ordered a beer and settled into my book. The sun felt incredible on my skin , it was nice to relax after a 6AM start and 3 cancelled trains.
“Mochten Sie noch ein Bier?” – I looked up from my book, then down at the three empty bottles on the table. “Oh er, no just the bill please.”
Apparently i’d drank three beers, although now come to think of it I was feeling a bit tipsy. I paid the bill and headed back towards the hostel. The sauna was open late so I had plenty of time to make the most of it and hopefully the dutch courage would settle my nerves a bit, there is nothing to hide your modesty in an Austrian sauna, although saying that I think I was the only person checked in to the hostel anyway.
The receptionist was just opening a beer as I walked in and gestured for me to sit and join her. I can’t remember the last time I’d had four beers, although saying that I felt giddy more than “drunk”. She was a local girl who told me about some good hikes to go on while I was here. She explained there’d only be one other guest checking in so I’d practically have the place to myself.
After finishing my beer I headed to the room, no sign of the other guest. I grabbed my towel and headed into the lower level where the sauna was.
I locked my clothes away and headed into the steam.
It really was a thing of beauty , large open space with gigantic glass windows looking over the valley, nothing but green space. I placed my towel down on the bench and walked over to enjoy the view, it was majestic, standing here naked felt absolutely liberating.
That’s when I heard the door open, “Hallo!” from around the corner.
“Shit”.
I rushed back the bench and flicked my towel over my legs for some sort of modesty.
“Err. Hi!” , I could feel my face turning redder by the second. The man sat somewhat close to me considering the sauna was completely empty.
We had a brief chat, he was Austrian, visiting from another town. He was friendly, slightly older I think but nice enough. I didn’t have my glasses on but I couldn’t help but notice he was in great shape.
He began to lay down across the bench and I followed suite, closing my eyes. Gradually I became less conscious about the fact I was a small towel away from being completely naked but the air felt good and I began to lean all the way back and relax, I laid down along the bench and embraced the relaxing nature of the air around me.
We continued to chat, he was funny, although even with my eyes closed I could feel his glaze, like he was trying to grab me with his eyes.
Some time had passed when I came out of a daydream to “More steam?” he got up to manage the sauna.
“Oh yes , please”, I opened my eyes briefly out of curiosity to watch as he walked over to the stones, he had a small towel covering his modesty. I was completely relaxed, half asleep to be honest.
I’d shifted over to my front for a couple of minutes when my new friend asked:
“Excuse me , can I offer you a massage, please say no if it makes you uncomfortable?”.
I blinked, not entirely sure I’d heard him correctly…
“Oh umm okay, sure!”
The words had left my mouth before my brain had told them to stop and think.
I’d just accepted a massage. From a stranger. Whilst completely naked in an Austrian sauna.
What am I doing? Maybe this was normal , part of the culture?
I composed myself, he walked over, why was I not stopping him, I was still laying on my front, I opened an eye and gave him a quick smile. At least he’s got his towel on I thought.
Once he’d been going for a couple of minutes I started to think actually this might be normal. Maybe he was a masseuse? His hands felt incredible on skin and he really knew what he was doing. I felt his gentle hands glide from my shoulder blades to the small of my back, gently caressing my muscles. He slowly worked his way down my body, gently stroking along my spine.
Part of me was screaming “this is crazy” but the part of me shouting stop was nowhere to be seen and besides it wasn’t like he was running his hand between my legs or across my chest.
His touch was soothing and was completely relaxed although the towel was scratching so I moved slightly to re-adjust, he must have thought this was a signal for something else, as I felt my towel being peeled back and exposing my bare skin completely. The massage continued deeper, his hands pressing firmer with more purpose from my lower back through to my thighs and tickling the ends of my feet, the feeling was like electricity going through my body with every long stroke.
What felt like 15 minutes had passed, he was much braver now, gliding up and down my inner thigh, he was on a mission to explore every inch of my skin.
At this point I can’t lie I was starting to become quite turned on, I was very conscious that the wetness I was feeling was no longer sweat from the heat. Each subsequent stroke of my thighs drew his hands closer inwards, causing me to build up more with every pass. In my mind I was beginning to beg that his hands would inch even closer and I’d get the chance to feel him inside me. The pressure was becoming too much, what was I thinking?! Imaging a stranger in a sauna would start playing with me with his hands.
I should stop this.
I shifted, readjusted to turn my head to the other side but that’s when I saw it. At some point he had completely removed his towel, I did a double take. Was that really his penis? Even without my glasses, nothing was left to the imagination, unapologetically standing tall , the size was like something i’d never seen before, it almost looked like it was glistening with the heat from the sauna.
It was at that moment he made his boldest move, his hands running through my thighs and grazing the outer region of my vagina, I couldn’t stop myself closing my eyes and letting out an audible quiver, I knew I wanted him to go further the feeling was overwhelming my whole body, i’d made up my mind I wanted this, the urge felt primal but I knew i’d stick to a boundary, just the massage and wherever his hands wonder, no more.
I widened my legs and he understood, his hands now working deeper. Slowly he began to build a rhythm with his fingers inside me meanwhile his other hand was tracing the shape of my body with the lightest touch, the tips of his fingers delicately dancing on my skin. It was actually hard to tell what felt better my body was in pure bliss every movement felt magnified , maybe it was the heat.
After a couple more minutes of this I could sense I was building up to cum, I knew I needed attention on my clit. I rolled over onto my back so that I could work things myself.
My breathing was heavy by now and he must have taken my open mouthed gasp as an invitation. Keeping his hands occupied he moved the rest of his body up the bench before leaning his erection into my mouth. I even surprised myself at this point, lurching forward grabbing the length with both hands and running my tongue around his tip. He felt good in my mouth and tasted incredible , what was happening this was so unlike me, I was immersed in a fog of sexual bliss. I took as much as I could manage in my mouth, about half the length it seemed, matching the rhythm he was still building inside me. The pace was picking up and I begin caressing his balls with my free hand and running my tongue down the length of this shaft to his balls and thigh.
His other hand was now massaging my clitoris and I knew I was on the path to orgasaming. He matched the rhythm that I worked his penis in and out of my mouth with his hands on my clit until the pressure became to much.
He held his hand in place firmly over my clit causing my whole body to erupt, releasing a loud moan, every fiber of my being was shaking in ecstasy.
Gradually the moment began to fade and I felt myself floating back to earth.
“I have a boyfriend”.
What was I thinking, I have a boyfriend, we’d joked about this kind of thing but never discussed it seriously. I had to tell him.
I looked at my… new friend, he stood in front of me, glistening in sweat with a confused look on his face, his eyes glanced down, he hadn’t come yet. There was a primal urge , I wanted more of him.
The craziest thought entered my mind, why tell my boyfriend , when I could show him…. I’d already gone this far afterall.
With a cheeky grin and butterflies in my stomach I grabbed my phone…