The Steam Room

Last summer, I spent a week in Paris with work. It was mid-August, and the city was in the midst of a stifling heatwave. On my penultimate day there, my meetings finished earlier than usual, so I figured I'd head back to the hotel, change out of my suit, and go for a refreshing swim in the pool before heading out that evening to meet some colleagues for dinner. The day was so hot and humid, I couldn't wait to strip off and hit the pool.
Arriving back at my hotel room, I cranked the air con up as high as it would go before changing into my Speedos and slipping on a robe. I took the elevator down to the basement where the hotel gym and pool were located, pleased to see I had the place to myself. It was maybe 4.30pm by this time and the hotel seemed pretty much deserted. I removed my robe, threw it over a nearby sunlounger, slid into the cool water, and began swimming laps. It felt amazing.
I'd been swimming for about half an hour when a young couple entered--a girl and a guy, both in their swimsuits--but rather than getting into the pool, they pushed a couple of loungers together 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 possibly 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.
Ten minutes or so later, another guy entered and got into the pool. Swimming was less enjoyable now I didn't have the pool to myself--it wasn't all that big--so after a few more laps, 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, with some insipid music piped through on ceiling-mounted speakers. I lay down and imagined the steam somehow washing away the residual toxins from the previous night's drinking. I thought dreamily 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 already fucked before coming to relax by the pool? Or both, more likely. 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 down a few feet away from me, and 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 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 skimpy black tie-side Kadıköy Escort bikini showed off her delightfully 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 tits. 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 naughtily as he moved his lips down her chest. She turned around, and flashed me a devilish smile. I felt a stirring in my trunks, as 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 ever-growing boner.
He whispered something into her ear. She giggled 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 inner thighs, working her way up slowly before arriving at the large bulge in his tight white swimming trunks. At this point, I turned around to face them, my own bulge clearly on display: I figured they obviously didn't mind being looked at. I watched keenly as she lowered the waistband of his trunks and his long, thick, uncut cock bounced out playfully, almost slapping her in the face. She held it gently in one hand, running her tongue up and down the shaft, before taking it in her mouth as her companion let out a moan of pleasure.
The boy turned to me and grinned. I smiled back, politely. He gripped his girlfriend's long, silky hair in his fist and pulled it back gently, so that I had a better view of her pretty face and his large dick. This friendly gesture was certainly not unappreciated, and I felt my own cock stiffen even further, now fully erect and straining against the tight wet fabric of my trunks.
She removed his cock from her mouth and stood up again, facing him. He pulled off her bikini top and tossed it carelessly to one side, showing off his girlfriend's gorgeous tits. He put his hands firmly on her ass and leaned forward, kissing 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, wearing only her bikini bottoms. I looked up at her. Making eye contact, we both smiled, her confidently, me a little nervous. 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, grinning. Slowly, she pulled my trunks down to my ankles. My dick sprang out, slapping against my stomach. I let out an involuntary gasp as she took my cock in her mouth.
I looked at her boyfriend, not sure how he would react. But he nodded and grinned, Kadıköy Escort Bayan making a thumbs-up gesture. We both laughed. He stood there, watching his girlfriend going down on me, his own boner protruding from 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 security cameras in here? But no, it turned out to be the guy from the pool, whom I'd completely forgotten about with all the excitement. He raised his eyebrows when he saw us, but otherwise didn't seem at all 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 while, silently watching us, in his square-cut black trunks, before pulling out an enormous semi-erect penis. He certainly put the two of us younger men to shame, and neither of us were what you'd call 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. Both of them, it has to be said, were equally superb at sucking cock. 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 boy'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. She gazed up at him, smiling adoringly. I glanced at the older guy, who was watching the young couple while slowly jerking his own dick.
Suddenly, the younger guy let out a moan as he exploded all over his girlfriend's Escort Kadıköy 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 all over her.
And soon enough, before long her boyfriend was making the older guy shoot an 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.
"You gonna cum on those tits, dude?" the older guy murmured into my ear, the first words I'd heard him say. He had a low, gruff voice with an accent I couldn't quite place.
I nodded. "Uh huh."
"Do it, bro!" said the younger guy to me, excitedly. "Cum all over 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 beautiful titties.
Well, I don't like to boast, but I managed to shoot a pretty decent load; certainly on a par with the impressive efforts of two male companions. Not bad, I thought, considering I'd jerked off before work that morning. By the time I'd finished, I was pleased to see the girl's tits were completely covered with our three big loads. She stood up and kissed her boyfriend passionately, pushing her sticky, wet breasts against his smooth chest. 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 could hear them using the showers by the pool. The older guy chuckled 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, I felt my boner begin to subside, and I stepped back into the pool area. The other three had left by this point, and once 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.
Note: This story is based on an experience that took place several years ago. I posted an earlier version under my previous account and figured that, since I'm dipping my toe back into the Literotica waters, revisiting this story might be a good place to start. I hope you enjoyed it!