My wife and I were in Berlin on a short city break. We had arrived the previous day and being tired, decided to relax in the hotel’s sauna. The only saunas we had previously encountered were those at Center Parcs in the UK, when our kids were small. Never having been to a German sauna before, we were surprised to see pictograms on the door showing that towels were mandatory and swim suits prohibited. We had really been looking forward to relaxing in the heat so we decided to go anyway, despite never having been naked in public before. We returned to the changing rooms and removed our togs. Attired only in our cosy, white bathrobes, we returned to the sauna, hung up our robes and walked inside.
The Swedish style sauna was very hot and dry, and surprisingly brightly lit. It was empty. We placed our towels on benches and sat side by side, already sweating in the heat. After about ten minutes a very plump man opened the door and walked in, his dick swinging from side to side. His eyes went directly to my wife’s crotch. She immediately snapped her legs closed. I noticed her nipples hardening slightly; she might not be averse to a spot of exhibitionism, apparently!
“Guten Tag” he grunted as he spread his towel on a bench directly opposite us. He turned his back to us and flattened and smoothed his towel, giving my wife an extended view of his large dangling bollocks then he turned and sat, gazing vacantly over our heads, occasionally glancing down for a quick peeek at my wife’s crotch and tits. I noticed my wife glancing surreptitiously at his cock. This surprised me, even though he was far from attractive, she was nevertheless obviously interested in checking out another man’s cock.
He must have noticed her looking because his cock started to engorge. As it rose slowly, he grunted again and covered it with his hands. A few minutes later my wife whispered that she was too hot and wanted to leave.
We jumped in the icy plunge pool, then briefly showered before taking the lift back van escort to our room in our bathrobes, as we had seen others do on our way down. As soon as the door closed behind us, her robe dropped and she turned and pulled mine off. Putting her hands on the wall, she bent over and begged me to fuck her. I stuck my thumb into her gash. Her pussy lips were swollen and slimy. She groaned. The sauna session had triggered something wild in her. My cock sprang to life and I immediately pushed it to the hilt in her gee. I pounded frantically. She was so horny she came almost immediately. I kept thrusting fast, not holding back. A minute later she came again, her pussy clamping and pulling my jerking cock as I began to squirt and squink yards of milk up her pulsating hole.
The next morning she had a urinary tract infection and stayed in bed. I brought her cranberry juice and toast. During breakfast, she surprised me by suggesting that I go the sauna alone so she could rest a bit more before we went sightseeing. I happily agreed and grabbing a fresh robe, took the lift down to the leisure complex.
I decided to have a swim before the sauna and detoured to the pool. It was empty except for a pair of elderly ladies in swim caps, doing the breast stroke in the slow lane. After twenty minutes the pool, I was ready for the sauna.
As I walked to the sauna, I noticed a steam room we hadn’t seen the night before. I decided to try it out. I hung my robe and towel on hooks outside, opened the door and stepped inside. It was more dimly lit than the sauna and so steamy that I couldn’t even see the opposite wall. I sat on the curving, tiled bench and relaxed as the hot, wet steam enveloped me. In only a short while, I was drenched in steam in sweat. The mosaic tiles of the bench underneath my slippery balls, felt somehow both cool and warm at the same time.
The door opened and one of the swimmers entered. She had grey hair and a youngish, not unattractive face, for an older woman. She was yalova escort un-tanned, short, plump, and completely shaved. Her pussy lips were clearly visible between the gap at the top of her thick thighs as she walked slowly towards me, heavy breasts swaying with her gait. She reached out and took the length of hose connected to a tap beside me, turned it on and sprayed cold water on the bench nearby. So that’s what it’s for. I had thought it was for the cleaners.
She turned the water off, replaced the hose on its hanger then sat on the bench where she had sprayed. I stood up and sprayed my bench with the hose. I sat again. Oh that cold water under my balls felt so nice!
We sat there’s sweating and dripping together in the haze for perhaps fifteen minutes. The woman stood up. I watched her plump tits sway and her pussy pop in and out of view as she walked back to the hose. Picking up the hose she again sprayed her bench, then herself, then turned the water off.
Since I was right beside the hanger, I held out my hand to take the hose and hang it up for her. My hand stayed in the air; she didn’t notice it. Was she blind? I suddenly realised that she didn’t notice my hand out because she was staring at my cock, her eyes slyly aside, using hose and the steamy atmosphere as an excuse to get close enough for a good look!
She finally noticed and handed me the hose to replace. “Danke”, she said with a quick smile and hurried back to her seat. After another five minutes, she muttered “oh, es ist heiss” and walked again to the hose to cool down. This time she just drenched herself. I watched as her aureoles wrinkled and nipples hardened as her pendulous, white breasts glistened in the water’s flow. She placed the hose back and turned towards the door. As she turned, she twisted her ankle and slipped, emitting a small shriek. She fell back sideways onto my lap in a sitting position. She began to apologise profusely but since she was speaking in German I didn’t understand. yozgat escort I quickly realised that her pussy was right on top of my soft cock, crushing it into itself like a collapsed telescope. The head of my cock felt warm and slimy, Oh crap! It was right at the mouth of her pussy. It felt nice. The woman kept apologising but I wasn’t listening. I was concentrating on my penis. It felt so good. In a moment, so fast I couldn’t believe it, my shaft became fully engorged and pushed itself all the way up inside her pussy. She stopped talking and a look of shock and surprise crossed her face.
“Oh shit, sorry” I hissed.
She replied in English, with my cock embedded in her pussy: “No, it is me who should be sorry. It’s my fault I slipped.”
She was trying to get up, my cock sliding out of her hole. She winced and exclaimed, “ouch, my ankle, I cannot get up.” Simultaneously, she sat again and my penis slid deliciously again into her pink wetness.
“Mmmm,” I exclaimed, this time pushing in. “Maybe it’s not such a bad thing.”
She stared at me. “Lift me up.” she ordered. I put my hands under her big arse and pushed her up slowly. My erect cock, wet and veiny, slid out of her cunt. “Put me back, it hurts.” she said. I slid her back down the length of my throbbing pole. “Push me up again.” I did as ordered, sliding her up my cock. “Ow, down again!” and my veiny, throbbing cock, slid into her warm, wet pussy once more. It felt unbelievably good. This fat, slimy granny had a tight little pussy.
Oh crap, I felt myself cumming before I even realised what was happening. My balls clenched and I felt my sperm and semen squirt up into her old vagina. Once, twice, three times, four times, shit! five times!. My balls relaxed. The old woman was jerking and grinding her hips, I reached around and fingered her clit vigorously. She came with an “ooh!” pushing down so hard my arse became uncomfortable.
She settled. After a few seconds she slowly stood. My cock flopped out of her silt with a plop. Cum drained out of her swollen pink lips onto my lap. She moved away, more cum drooling out and onto the floor.
“My ankle is OK now, thank you.” She walked to the door and left.
Now I knew what the hose was really for.