The Steam Room

Last year, I spent a few days in Paris with work. On my penultimate day there, my meetings finished unexpectedly early, so I figured I'd head back to the hotel and go for a swim in the pool before heading out that evening to meet some colleagues for dinner.

When I got to the pool, I was pleased to see I had the place to myself. It was maybe 4pm by this time and the hotel was pretty much deserted. I slid into the warm water and began swimming lengths.

After fifteen minutes or so, a young couple entered—a girl and a guy—but rather than getting into the pool, they draped their towels over a couple of loungers and laid there, intermittently whispering to each other and giggling. I'd seen them in the bar the previous night: they were Spanish, I think, or maybe Italian, in their late teens or early twenties. They had the air of backpackers, although I didn't know what they were doing in an expensive hotel like that. Treating themselves, maybe, after a few months in hostels, before heading home.

I'd been swimming for another ten minutes when another guy got into the pool. Swimming was less enjoyable now I didn't have the pool to myself—it wasn't that big—so after a little while I pulled myself out of the water and headed into the adjacent steam room.

In the warm, wet steam room, I could no longer hear the noises from the pool. It was dark in there, illuminated only by LED lights in the ceiling alternately glowing red, yellow, green, blue. I lay down and imagined the steam somehow washing away the residual toxins from the previous night's drinking. I thought about the young Italian (or Spanish) couple, and how they were probably going to fuck when they got back to their room; or maybe they'd fucked before coming to relax by the pool? Or both. By this point I was beginning to fall asleep and, also, was beginning to get an erection in my wet swimming trunks. That was when the couple themselves walked in.

They sat themselves down a few feet away from me, and pretty much immediately started making out. I ignored it at first: I figured if they didn't feel uncomfortable, there was damn well no reason why I should. At the same time, though, I couldn't help making surreptitious glances in their direction. There was no denying they were a very attractive young couple: both had slim, smooth, toned bodies, hers more tanned than his. Her long, dark brown tousled hair framed her pretty features beautifully, while her black tie-side bikini showed off her pert breasts and perky round ass.

She was turned away from me, his lips on her neck and hands around her body; and as I took another glance at them, his eyes caught mine. Without breaking eye contact with me, he effortlessly untied her bikini top and pulled it down slightly, exposing her boobs. To him, at least: they were still tantalisingly out of view from where I was sitting. Maybe this is considered normal behaviour in Italy, I thought. Or Spain.

She giggled as he moved his lips down her chest. She turned around, and flashed me a smile. I felt a stirring in my trunks, and as I did so a fat drop of water fell from the ceiling and splashed against my cock. I shifted my legs slightly so they wouldn't make out my growing boner.

I heard him whisper something to her. She laughed and whispered something back. Then, she stood up, before kneeling down in front of him. I tried not to stare too obviously as she kissed his thighs, working her way up slowly before arriving at the large bulge in his tight white trunks. I turned around then: I figured they clearly didn't mind being looked at. I watched as she pulled the waistband of his trunks down and his long, thick cock bounced out, almost slapping her in the face. She held it in one hand, running her tongue up and down his shaft, before taking him in her mouth as he let out a groan of pleasure.

He turned to me and grinned. I smiled back, politely. He gripped her long, dark brown, tousled hair in his fist and pulled it back, so that I had a better view of her pretty face and his large dick. The gesture was not unappreciated, and I felt my own cock stiffen, straining against the tight wet fabric of my trunks.

She took his cock out of her mouth and stood up, facing him. He pulled down her bikini top and tossed it to one side, showing off his girlfriend's gorgeous tits. He put his hands on her ass and kissed her pierced navel. Then he stood up, took her in his arms and whispered something into her ear. Again, she giggled, and nodded.

Now she was walking over to me, then standing in front of me as she had stood in front of him seconds earlier. I looked up at her. We both smiled. Again, she got down on to her knees. She put her hand between my legs, feeling my hard cock in my trunks. I felt my heart beat faster as she looked up at me, smiling. She pulled my trunks down to my ankles. I gasped as she took my cock in her mouth.

I looked at her boyfriend, worried he might be angry. But, on the contrary, he nodded and smiled. We both laughed. He stood there, watching his girlfriend suck my dick, his own boner sticking out of the waistband of his trunks. Then he sat down next to me, our thighs almost touching. While keeping one hand on my leg, the girl leant over and resumed giving him head. He made a satisfied "Aaah!" sound, and threw one arm over my shoulder in a friendly manner. While continuing to suck him off, his girlfriend took my dick in her right hand and started wanking me. Then she swapped, sucking my cock while jerking his. We stayed like this for a while, her swapping back and forth between the two of us.

The door to the steam room opened. I looked up anxiously, worried it might be a hotel employee. For a second I wondered if they had CCTV cameras in here? But it turned out to be the guy from the pool, whom I'd completely forgotten about. He raised his eyebrows when he saw us, but otherwise didn't seem surprised by what was going on. He and the other guy, who was currently receiving what I knew from personal experience was an excellent blowjob, even shared a little nod of recognition. Did they know each other? The young lady, meanwhile, didn't stop what she was doing for a second. Good girl, I thought.

The guy from the pool was a little older than me, early to mid thirties I'd guess, tanned and well-built. He stood there for a little while, silently watching us, in his square-cut black trunks, before pulling out an absolutely enormous semi-erect penis. He put the two of us younger men to shame, and neither of us were exactly under-endowed.

He began slowly jerking his magnificent dick, which stiffened and grew even bigger in his fist. He sat down to the right of the younger guy, watching the girl suck our cocks and wanking. I wondered whether she'd go down on him, too? But then the younger guy leant over, and the next thing I knew he was sucking the older guy's dick.

For a while, me and the older guy sat side by side as the young couple sucked us off, my cock in her mouth, his cock in his. Then they swapped round: the girl gave head to the older guy, while her boyfriend took my cock in his mouth. Nothing would have surprised me by this point. The two of them, it has to be said, were absolutely superb at sucking cock, despite their young age. The boy was really getting into it, jerking my shaft and squeezing my balls as he sucked me furiously.

I was on the verge of blowing my load in the young man's mouth when he abruptly stopped sucking me, stood up, and grabbed his girlfriend by the shoulders. He turned her round, him on his feet, her on his knees, the two of them facing each other, while jerking his long smooth cock. After a few seconds, he let out a moan as he exploded on to his girlfriend's beautiful tits.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, in perfect English, shoving his still-hard cock back into his tight briefs. The girl stayed where she was, her boyfriend's cum slowly dripping down her boobs. The boy beckoned the older guy. Seeming to know what to do (they must know each other, I thought, but how?) he stood up and positioned himself in front of the girl. The younger guy took that monster cock in his hand and started jerking him off furiously. The girl looked up at the two of them, a sweet smile on her face, pushing her boobs together, inviting this man—friend? Stranger?—to cum on her.

And soon enough, before long her boyfriend was making the older guy shoot an absolutely enormous load all over those perky young tits. It seemed to go on forever: I lost count after the sixth or seventh shot. When he finally did finish, the three of them turned to me.

Shit, I thought. Me next! How can I compete with that?

I stood up. My cock was throbbing and my heart was beating fast in my chest. I walked towards them, positioning myself in front of the kneeling girl as the two guys before me had done. The older guy grabbed my shoulders, holding me still, as his younger associate grabbed my dick in his hand and again began jerking furiously.

"Do it, man!" said the younger guy to me. "Cum on her titties!" It was the first actual sentence he'd spoken in English, and it succeeded in pushing me over the edge: the next thing I knew I was indeed cumming all over his girlfriend's titties.

Well, I don't like to boast, but I managed to shoot a pretty decent-size load; helped, no doubt, by the fact I hadn't jerked off for a couple of days. By the time I had finished, I was pleased to see the girl's breasts were completely covered in our cum. She stood up, and her boyfriend kissed her passionately. Without saying another word, the two of them walked out of the steam room, holding hands, pausing only for her to pick her bikini top off the floor.

I heard them using the showers by the pool. The older guy laughed to himself, and nodded at me before also leaving. I stayed behind in the steam room for another five minutes or so, wondering what the fuck had just happened and what I should do next. My cock was still hard in my trunks.

Eventually, my boner began to subside, and I stepped back into the pool area. The others had left by this point, and again I had the place to myself. I figured I'd swim a while longer.

I never saw any of them again after that. The following night, I flew back to London.