Fortunately, most Swiss hotels have great "wellness" facilities so this year's major trip up the Eiger was followed by a luxury stay in a nice hotel in the town below. Even better for me, the mostly Swiss and German guests love to go naked in the spa. Indeed, the sign on the door of the spa instructs: "No costumes beyond this point".
Once inside the sauna, it is usually quite easy to spot the other Brits. They are the ones that keep dressing gowns and towels wrapped round them as long as they possible can before demurely sitting as far away from the locals as they can, with arms and legs crossed and trying desperately not to look anywhere for fear of seeing something shocking.
But that's not me. I must declare at this point that I have good reason not to be shy when naked in the spa. To put it simply, I am well blessed. My cock is a good length even when flaccid, and I am more than happy to put it out there on show when I am in the spa. Having a climber's physique, I am slim and muscular, so the aforementioned cock has nowhere to hide. (Unlike the more typical male spa occupant with a small cock lurking in the deep shadows beneath the extra inches of tummy and a mat of pubic hair...)
So, on this particular day, I went down to the hotel spa late afternoon, stripped off and put on a dressing gown and made my way to the communal showers inside the spa. As I stood under the jet of the shower, I looked around to see who else was around. There were the usual older Swiss German couples, a lone man in his forties and, much more interestingly, a younger lady of in her mid-thirties, with a slim, shapely figure and an attractive face, with fair hair tied back in a pony tail.
She confidently hung her dressing gown up and joined me in the next shower. Now, as all men will tell you, no man has complete control over his manhood. The close proximity of this attractive lady, both of us naked and showering "together" was potentially enough to fire up my passions, but here in a public place with others nearby - time to try and keep things under control. So, I tried to think of something else to keep things down. It worked, I am happy to say, but it was a close call. As I left the shower, I noticed she gave me a little smile and glanced down at my still relaxed member appreciatively. Well that was only fair, as I glanced down at her figure as well - let's just say there was a mutual admiration thing going on here!
I decided to go into the dry Finnish sauna first. This is the main sauna in the spa with lots of room, a clear glass door and a full window opening out on a garden, so it is well lit and spacious. Once inside, I smiled inwardly as the other occupants glanced at my body. There was an audible intake of breath from one of the other men, as I think he thought I was sporting a semi-erection, such is the impressive size of my cock. Meanwhile his wife was trying to look without being obvious about it. (As a climber, my peripheral vision is very good, plus I'm used to such reactions.) I selected a space on the top level and sat against the wall with my legs stretched out. I made sure I had a view through the glass door so I could see what might be going on in the rest of the spa.
I was pleased when the lady from the shower came into the sauna and joined me on the opposite bench. This gave me chance to check her figure out a little more. She had nice breasts. (I follow the men's guide to bra size by fruit - hers were somewhere between an orange and a grapefruit so maybe size C.) Pert nipples with nice dark areola of maybe an inch or so across, slim waste, perfect ass and shapely legs; all in all, a pretty attractive package.
I noticed Mr & Mrs Fritz were also checking her out, with the wife appearing to get a little annoyed with her husband for being a little too appreciative. After a while, Mrs Fritz nudged her husband in the ribs and announced (in German which I understood fully) that it was time they left to get ready for dinner.
That just left the two of us alone in the sauna. She smiled at me. I smiled back. She said to me in Swiss German, "You look like a climber."
"That's right" I replied, in my best classic German.
"Ah" she said, "You are English! Welcome to Switzerland." Like most Swiss, she was able to speak several languages and could easily switch from one to another. So much for my language skills - she could tell where I was from just from my accent in German!
What she said next took me by surprise, given that the Swiss are naturally friendly but usually a little reserved and "correct".
"You have a very fit body Mr English Climber."
"And so do you Miss Switzerland" I flirted back.
She smiled and blushed a little. Then I noticed her nipples pop up from being almost flush to being erect in a pert, aroused way. When she realised that I had noticed her first outward signs of arousal, she blushed a little but didn't do anything to hide her excitement. "Please call me Steffi." she said. "Mein name ist Matt," I replied.
"So what does a nice Swiss girl need to do to get that big boy to talk to her?" she purred, looking down at my sizeable, if limp cock hanging down between my legs.
"That depends on your motivation, Steffi. If you want to get closely acquainted with him, you'll have to wake him up somehow?"
Now the nipples were really prominent. She looked down at my cock, then back to her breasts. A slightly wicked smile passed her lips as she traced a finger round the tip of her left breast, then across her cleavage to do the same for her right nipple. Then she did something that polite Swiss ladies almost never do in the sauna; she opened her legs and gave me a nice view of her sex. A neatly trimmed triangular bush pointed down to her love tackle. As she continued to brush her fingers around her nipples, she let her other hand slip down into the shadows around her sex. "Is that waking him up yet?"
It certainly was. This very sexy young lady was trying very hard to get me going and it was taking all my willpower to avoid springing to attention there and then in the sauna. But if this was a game, I wanted to win it on my terms, not hers, so I thought about something else to take my mind off the stirring in my loins. (I visualised the route up my favourite rock face and mentally tied knots and clipped ropes in my mind's eye.) My cock twitched a little and sat up slightly at the sight of her temptations, then my mind-game won the day and he relaxed again.
"I'm going for a quick dip in the cold plunge pool to calm me down. After that, maybe I'll see you in the steam room, hopefully." I said.
The shock of cold water of the plunge pool felt wonderful after the heat of the sauna. I felt the chill make my balls and scrotum tighten into my body and my manhood relax again into his normal length.
I checked out the other parts of the spa and it seemed that we were now the only ones left. I knew she would follow me. I chose the bench seat at the back of the dark and misty steam room which would be the perfect place to take our flirting to the next level. Through the glass door, I watched her take a quick shower and then walk slowly and sensually towards the steam room. Passing from the well-lit outside into the gloom of the steam room, she paused briefly before climbing up alongside me on the bench.
"So, where were we?" she purred, before moving her leg across so that we were touching from hip to ankle. She moved her hand over onto my thigh. Signalling my willingness to continue, I parted my legs to let my manhood out into the open. She did likewise, so I slipped my hand into the warm space at the top of her thigh and gently stroked the soft skin. Her hand moved down to my now awake member. The soft touch of her gentle strokes had the effect she wanted - inch by inch, my cock filled with blood and started to grow. Encouraged, she wrapped her fingers round me and squeezed firmly. As I grew to full size, her fingers could no longer go all the way round and her hand covered much less than half of the lengthened shaft.
"Impressive" she said with a glint in her eye. "May I?"
"Be my guest..." I said, as she moved down on me and proceeded to lick the head of the beast she had awakened. Soon she moved my hot flesh into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head and pushed the tip into the slit. "Mmm..."
There is something extremely arousing about sex in a public place where there is a chance of being seen. The extra risk brings extra pleasure. We were in a darkened steam room with a view through the glass door so if anyone else did come into the sauna, we would probably be able to take avoiding action, but there is still the risk...
As she took as much of me as she could into her mouth, I had the perfect access to her tits. Starting with a healthy handful, I began to massage them, moving gradually towards her beautiful nipples. When they say size matters, for the girls that usually means cock size. For me, it is nipples. I love tits of all sizes, large or small. What I love most is the areola and nipple - a nice dark ring round a pert nipple is perfect, whether it sits on a size A or a DD.
Steffi's nipples had that perfect pert firmness that just cries out to be pinched, squeezed, sucked and stroked. She loved that - it just made her even more enthusiastic with the blowjob she was giving me. I moved my free arm round behind her and stroked the crack of her bottom. She responded by moving onto her hands and knees with her head in my crotch and her bottom in the air. My hand slid down the crack, across her tight star and into the soft flesh of her sex. My probing strokes found her lips moist and warm. With just the lightest pressure from my middle finger, her lips parted and slipped inside her hot wetness. She murmured happily. After dipping into her juices, my fingers traced her lips towards her clit, which was already standing to attention and crying out to be stroked. After a few seconds of gentle circular strokes from my finger, I pulled away and stroked the soft skin around the outside of her lips at the top of her legs, but the pressure against her swollen clit through her lips was enough to "keep things cooking".
"You tease me!" she purred. So I returned my finger to her clit and this time, gave it a firm and vigorous stir. I could sense that was doing the trick, but didn't want her to come just yet so I backed off a little.
I rolled back on the bench and put my feet up. My throbbing member was standing to attention awaiting the return of Steffi's expert sucking talents, while I was now able to bury my face in her sex. My tongue searched out the folds of her lips and slid easily into her dripping wet love tunnel. As I moved my tongue around her, I returned to the hardened, engorged clit with my nose nudging into her cunt. The sucking and licking reached a tempo which she matched with her hands and mouth on my shaft. It seemed the faster I licked her clit, the more vigorously she sucked me.
Just then, there was a bang of a door somewhere outside the steam room. We quickly disengaged and swung our legs round into a seated position. I pushed down the prodigious length of my cock and squeezed it down between my legs to hide my erection. The figure of one of the spa attendants passed the steam room glass door and opened a store room in the wall opposite. We watched her check some switches, then turn around and close the cupboard door. She glanced at the towels and gowns hanging on the hooks outside, then looked directly into the gloom of the steam room. Then she walked away. A second banged door confirmed she had now left.
"Phew... that was close. Now, where were we?"
"Neun und sechzig, bitte..." ("69 please") This time, she laid down and I straddled her, diving lustfully in between her legs to resume the tonguing on her excited clit. She placed both hands around my shaft and put the head into her mouth. The faster I licked her clit, the faster she worked me. If I slowed down a little, so did she. Soon she was tensing up and getting close to her orgasm. Her moans increased and her voice deepened as she started to lose control. As the orgasm hit her, she moaned deeply just as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. As she convulsed with pleasure, she took as much of me into her mouth as she could and pumped me with her hand. The pleasing vibrations of her voice, together with the sensory overload of her mouth and hand meant I could hold it no longer. Just as her orgasm was tailing off, I gave her my load which she accepted gleefully. As I continued to spurt my seed, she took me out of her mouth and used the length to divert the rest of my cum over her nipples and down her cleavage. Such is the length of my cock, she was able to suck my balls while using the tip to brush her nipples and spread the cum over her luscious tits.
"That was awesome Matt. Later, I will enjoy feeling your cock inside me, but first, we should clean up and then go for dinner together."
Sounded like a great plan to me and I readily agreed to meet in the bar in half an hour. We had a quick shower together, dressed and parted company.
When she arrived at the bar, she looked gorgeous in a white blouse which showed a hint of cleavage at the collar, a loose wrap-round cotton skirt with bare legs and strappy sandals. I noticed she had nice feet too. After all our earlier exertions we were both hungry so we went straight into the restaurant. The usual waiter smiled at us both and correctly assumed we would like a secluded table for two. We sat opposite each other - the table had a very deep tablecloth which almost reached the ground. I slipped off a shoe and moved my foot forward until it met hers. She glanced at me and kicked off her sandal, then stroked my foot with her toes.
It seems we both like feet...
Throughout our meal, we conversed in one language after another; Swiss Germain, French, Italian and English. She was testing me, I guess. After the main course, she looked me in the eye and said, "Can you guess what I want for dessert?"
"Tell me" I said.
Her bare foot moved up the inside of my leg, past my knee and along my thigh, to where she guessed, correctly, that my semi hard cock lay in waiting, like a sleeping animal. "That's what I need... I believe in English, the dessert I want might be called a banana split."
I smiled. My bare foot slipped over hers, under the folds of her skirt and into the warmth between her legs. My big toe (climbers have very flexible and strong toes) pressed into the soft silky fabric of her panties. Using my big toe and second toe, I gripped the edge of the silk and slipped underneath to where her moistened lips parted easily to allow entry. I heard her catch her breath with pleasure as my second toe probed gently inside her lips. "I think I will have a cherry and cream surprise for my dessert, Steffi." "Let's get the bill and go!" She said.
So we did. At the lift, she told me her room number and asked me to give her two minutes to get ready. I dropped off my jacket in my room, then took the stairs three at a time up to the top floor to Steffi's suite. I knocked quietly.
The door flung open and there she was, naked and beautiful. She pulled me into the room and immediately pinned me against the wall, giving me the full-works kiss that the situation demanded. Meanwhile, her hands expertly undid buttons and pulled my shirt off my shoulders. I had planned to pick her up and take her to the bed, but before I could, she pinned my arms to my side and pushed me backwards towards the sofa. As we reached it, I fell backwards over the arms into a horizontal position with my knees over the end. She pulled my belt and zip open and quickly pulled off my jeans and boxers.
Now the object of her desires sprung to attention and pulsed menacingly upwards, awaiting her next move. She knew exactly what she wanted... First, she took the drops of pre-cum off the tip and rubbed it round the head, then over her cunt lips. Next, she straddled me, then pulled the foreskin over the head. Pushing my foreskin and tip into her lips, she lowered herself onto my shaft gently. My girth was already giving her great pleasure, but she wanted the length as well, but not all at once. As she continued to push down on me, each time, she went a little deeper. She kind of reached a limit at around 7-8 inches, but there was still another 2 inches to go and she wasn't going to miss that pleasure. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing and stretching to take me in - it was already heavenly. I tried to push upwards but she pressed me back with her hand on my belly and the look on her face told me who was in charge.
"Es ist enorm." She gasped as she impaled herself on my throbbing member.
"Gern geschehen" ("My pleasure") I replied
"C'est manifique." She purred
"Tu aimes ça?" ("You like it?")
"Oui oui oui!" she cried as her pace quickened and she took the remaining inches into her willing, but now very stretched cunt.
"È perfetto" ("It's perfect.") she panted, now in Italian as her eyes rolled back in pleasure as her orgasm grew nearer.
"Fuck me Steffi - This is a shag, not a language lesson!" I laughed in reply. (My best Northern English vernacula.)
With that, she put one hand on my stomach to hold me down, with the other hand on her clit and lips, which she pressed against the straining shaft of my cock as she rocked back and forth on me. The combined pleasure sent her wildly over the top for an explosive orgasm.
"Ja, ja, ja!" She screamed as she reached her extremes of pleasure. (For at the moment of truth, all men and women cry out in their native language.)
For me, the moment was magic too. Her cunt juices flowed hot around my shaft, deep inside her. I felt her cervix move across the head of my cock and her muscles flinched and tightened around me. As Steffi lost control in her bliss, I seized my moment to regain control and pushed my hips upwards to impale her fully, then pulled back and slammed back into her. My strong thrusts made her bounce up and down on top of me and her gorgeous tits moved in time with my thrusts. I strained my head forward and took one nipple into my mouth while my other hand found the other breast and nipple. The attention given to those wonderful tits, coupled with the pounding I was giving her with my massive cock, sent her into further bliss and she orgasmed continually for best part of a minute as her hand squeezed her lips around her clit.
"What does a girl have to do to get that big boy to cum?" She asked, between gasps of exertion and pleasure.
"Give me back control."
"Anything you say Matt."
I pulled out of her and got her to turn over with her feet on the floor, her tummy on the arm of the sofa and her body facing away from me. Her ass and cunt presented thus would be my perfect finish - in from behind. Now we will see if she can take the full might of a big cock.
Her juices were dripping from the pink gape of her just fucked cunt as I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance.
"Are you ready?"
"Gib es mir" ("Give it to me")
So, I slowly slid the full length of my cock into her again. The first few inches were easy; lots of lubrication in there and plenty of room. The middle four inches were where she reached her normal limits. She loved it so far, but it is those last couple of inches which push a girl to another level of bliss. I looked down on the wonderful sight of my shaft pushing into her; up to the hilt and out again. As I pushed in and out, her cunt lips moved in sync, pulling her clit into play as the length of me strained her ability to take it all in. As the pace quickened and she grew used to the length, my balls slapped against her clit and sent her up towards her next orgasm. She sensed the growing tension in my breathing and the increased intensity of my thrusts and she joined me as my orgasm erupted inside her in unison with hers. My hot cum streamed inside her and coated my shaft with a creamy mixture of our combined juices.
As our breathing slowed and we came down from the highs of exhilarating sex, my member relaxed a little to a semi-hard, but still longer than average cock. Steffi moved her hips to take her final pleasure of feeling it inside her.
I pulled out of her and a stream of our juices flowed out from her delicious womanhood. As the cream flowed, it passed either side of her clit and down around her lips and mound.
"So, you got your banana split, and I got my cherry and cream pie." I laughed.
"Thank you, Mr. English climber. You took me higher than I ever went before." She said, in perfect English.
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