Victoria at the Gym: A Berlin Sauna

My corporate job took me all over the world. With more than a hundred travel days a year, I'd become quite the experienced traveler.

I'd stayed in exotic places, slept in luxurious hotels, and dined like royalty.

This is the story of what happened on one of those trips.

Last year, I was sent to Berlin to pitch a multi-million-dollar deal. It involved long, tedious days of back-to-back meetings--and just as many fancy dinners with potential clients.

The company booked me a suite at a five-star hotel downtown. It had everything: a 24-hour bar, its own casino, a massive gym with a pool and sauna, and a luxury spa. No expense spared.

One night, after yet another five-course meal at a Michelin-starred restaurant, I returned to my room--restless. I needed to blow off some steam.

So I grabbed my gym bag and headed down for a late-night workout.

As I stepped into the gym, I was greeted by a receptionist. She stood tall--at least my height--with long black hair pulled back, and a body that practically screamed "disciplined." Fit, toned, impossible to ignore. Her nametag read Victoria.

"Hi there," I said.

She smiled, a cute German accent on her lips. "Hi. Welcome to the gym. The locker rooms are just behind me. You can go right in. Just so you know--we close in fifteen minutes."

"Oh," I muttered, disappointed.

Noticing the drop in my tone, she added, "I'm working out after close anyway. So you can stay as long as I'm here."

"Really? That's very kind of you," I said, smiling.

I passed her and stepped into the men's locker room. I found a locker, stripped out of my suit, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. After lacing up my shoes, I exited into the hallway. A sign pointed left toward the "Wellness Area" and right toward the "Gym." Across from me was the door to the women's locker room.

The gym was empty. I started with a light jog on the treadmill to warm up. Ten minutes passed fast.

Then she walked in.

Victoria. Towel over one shoulder. Wearing only a tight sports bra and skin-hugging leggings.

I stared. I couldn't help it. She had the kind of body that made your pulse skip. She was even taller than I thought--easily 190cm to my 180. Thick, muscular thighs, sculpted abs, and breasts that looked barely contained in her bra. Amazonian didn't even begin to describe it.

I felt a rising stiffness in my shorts and quickly stepped off the treadmill. I made my way to the rowing machine, turning my back to her to hide the tent forming below my waist. I sat down, trying to focus--but the view in front of me only got worse.

Or better.

She stepped up to the stair machine--directly ahead of me--and started climbing.

Her back arched just enough to make her ass pop. Full, firm, bouncing slightly with every motion. Hypnotic. The way her hips swayed made my cock throb harder. It was like she knew I was watching.

I barely moved the rower, just enough to not seem like a total creep. My mind screamed at my cock to calm the hell down. It didn't listen.

After a few minutes, she stepped over to the squat rack. Facing away again. Of course. She loaded the barbell and began her sets--bending, lowering, rising--those tight leggings stretching dangerously thin over her perfect, round ass.

I stopped pretending to row. I was mesmerized.

Then--suddenly--she dropped the weights, turned toward me, and walked over.

Victoria smiled. I quickly looked down and restarted my slow rowing, cheeks burning.

"Just letting you know," she said, standing beside me. "I turned on the sauna. If you want to relax after you're done. I'm going to unwind there myself before I close up. But take your time."

Her eyes dipped down. She definitely noticed the tent in my shorts.

"I might just take you up on that," I said, forcing a smile.

She winked, turned, and walked away--her hips really swaying now. Too much to be unintentional.

Just as she disappeared behind the women's locker room door, I stood up and made my way to the men's. My body was tense, my cock straining against the fabric of my shorts. On the wall beside the exit, a sign caught my eye:

"Please rinse and wear only a towel before entering the Wellness Area."

Right. I stripped, folded my clothes into the locker, and stepped into the shower. A quick rinse. The water wasn't even warm yet--I just needed to cool down. I wrapped a towel low around my waist, glanced at myself in the mirror, and hesitated.

Was she flirting? Just being friendly? Or did that wink mean exactly what I hoped it meant?

I studied my reflection--slim but defined, 180cm tall, 75kg, decently fit. Not the body of a gym rat, but tight, athletic, healthy. My cock hung heavy beneath the towel, and that--well, that was my ace. 23 cm of thick, veined promise.

Still, I was nervous. Girls like Victoria didn't usually throw themselves at guys like me. I'd had a few lovers, sure. A long relationship that ended in betrayal. A few hookups. Some praise for my size and tongue game--but never someone like her. This wasn't Tinder. This was something... else.

I exhaled and stepped into the Wellness Area.

It was stunning--an oasis of warmth and low light. Pools glowed beneath the surface, a jacuzzi bubbled lazily in one corner, and a soft, calming scent of eucalyptus drifted through the air. I spotted the sauna rooms--one dry, one steam. Both looked empty.

I opened the door to the dry sauna, stepped in... and froze.

Victoria was already inside.

She sat across the room on a towel, legs curled up on the bench, back against the wall. And she was completely naked.

My heart stuttered. My cock pulsed against the towel. I sat opposite her, trying not to stare--but failing. Her body was unreal. Long, muscular limbs. Breasts that were round, perky, and full--real. Not enhanced. Just perfect. Her nipples stood erect, glistening with sweat. Her light brown areolas were tight circles around them. And lower--

God.

A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair above her glistening, bare lips. She was wet. Either from sweat or arousal--I couldn't tell.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Then she spoke.

"Ahh, isn't this just perfect?" she said, her voice like a smirk.

"Absolutely," I managed, trying not to sound like I was choking on my own tongue.

She gave me a look. Her eyes flicked down my body, pausing at my hands, which were now awkwardly gripping the towel over my lap.

"You know," she said casually, "saunas feel so much better when you're not wrapped up in fabric."

She locked eyes with me, waiting.

My pulse thudded in my ears.

I took a breath. Then, slowly, I opened the towel. Let it fall to the side. My cock stood straight up, thick, veined, flushed deep purple. Victoria's gaze fixed on it.

"Much better, isn't it?" she purred, leaning her head back--but still watching me under her lashes.

"It sure is," I said softly.

A sheen of sweat ran down her chest, over those perfect breasts, dripping off her nipples. She shifted her legs, lowering one to the floor--and now I could really see.

Her pussy was bare and gleaming, lips slightly parted, glistening. Her clit peeked between them, throbbing softly.

I had to clench my fists to stop myself from touching myself.

"I think," she said suddenly, rising from her seat, "we need a little more steam in here."

She stood, walked over to the oven, and bent forward to pick up the ladle.

And my brain short-circuited.

Her bare, muscular ass arched up, round and juicy, sweat dripping between her cheeks. Her labia glistened between her thighs. And just above her slit, in the tight pucker of her asshole, was a silver buttplug with a green gemstone base.

My jaw dropped. I wasn't imagining things. This woman wanted to fuck. Hard.

She poured water over the stones, and the room hissed, steam rolling around us, fogging the air. She turned slowly, facing me, that predatory smirk now fully formed.

"Now then," she said. "I've seen how you've been looking at me."

I just nodded. Speechless. My cock twitched.

"I hope you're clean," she continued, voice lowering into a command. "Because we're going to fuck."

Holy shit.

"I--uh--yeah, I am," I stammered, unable to look away from her.

"Good," she said. "Spread your legs."

I did.

She placed her towel on the floor in front of me and knelt. Her fingers reached back, tightening her ponytail. She looked up at me with those wicked eyes.

"Here are the rules," she said. "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt. And don't worry about cumming--I plan on us both cumming many times. But you are not going to fuck my pussy. Understand?"

I blinked. Nodded again.

"You'll fingerfuck me. You'll eat me. You'll do everything I ask. But your cock doesn't go in my pussy."

I couldn't speak. I just stared as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.

"My, my," she murmured. "You are a big boy."

She spat on it--thick, hot, wet--and lowered her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she took me in.

All of me.

I gasped, my hips jerking. Her throat clenched around my tip. She gagged softly, then pulled back, eyes watering, her spit coating my shaft. Her tongue lapped at the base, then she dove down again, swallowing every inch.

No one had ever done that to me. Not even close.

Her hand gripped the shaft as she sucked with growing intensity. Wet, loud, obscene. My body shook with effort not to cum too early.

But she felt it. She knew.

She pulled back with a wet pop, looked up at me, and said, "Cum for me. I want to taste you."

Her lips wrapped around me again--and it was over. I erupted in her mouth, moaning, spurting rope after rope down her throat. She swallowed greedily, licking the head, sucking more as I twitched.

"Fuck..." I groaned, breathless.

She licked the final dribbles from my cock, then stood.

Before I could recover, she climbed onto my lap, straddling me, grabbing my hand and guiding it to her soaked pussy.

"Finger me," she whispered, her mouth inches from mine. "Now."

Her lips hovered over mine. I could still taste my cum on her tongue as she stared into me like I was prey.

With one hand, she guided my fingers to her slit--slick, warm, absolutely drenched. I slipped two fingers into her without resistance. She was hot inside, pulsing around me, so wet it was obscene.

I used my other hand to cup her breasts. Heavy and soft, with those stiff nipples begging for attention. I pinched one gently and she let out a moan, low and throaty.

She leaned closer, that smirk returning. A glint of cum still clung to the corner of her lips.

"Don't stop," she breathed.

Then--bam--her lips crashed into mine. Her mouth devoured me, her tongue forceful, commanding. I barely had time to react before her hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place.

She kissed like a woman starved, grinding on my hand while sucking on my tongue. The taste of her... the taste of me on her tongue--fuck, it was intoxicating.

I'd never tasted my own cum before.

But the way she kissed me? There was no choice. No hesitation. Just raw, primal want.

I moaned into her mouth as I fingered her deeper, curling inside her, feeling how swollen and tight she was around my hand. My cock, still slick from her mouth, was rising again--quickly.

She broke the kiss with a gasp. Her forehead pressed to mine as she panted, her body trembling slightly.

"I want your mouth on my tits," she said.

I didn't hesitate. I bent forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, licking, gently biting, then switching to the other. Her back arched beautifully as she moaned louder now, her hips grinding faster on my fingers.

She reached down and gripped my shaft, slowly stroking it as I worshipped her tits and fingered her soaking cunt.

Then she whispered, "More."

I added a third finger. She cried out, her pussy squeezing around my hand.

"Fuck, baby--yes. Just like that."

I thrust my fingers deep, curling them just right, rubbing that spot. Her nails dug into my back as she clung to me. I could feel her body building, shivering, on the edge of something massive.

Then--suddenly--she screamed.

Her whole body locked up, and a rush of fluid gushed out of her, soaking my lap, my stomach, everything. Her legs trembled. Her head fell against my shoulder. Her moans echoed off the sauna walls.

"Scheiße!" she hissed. "You made me fucking squirt..."

I held her, stunned, my cock fully hard and twitching between us.

She pulled my hand away from her soaked slit and dropped to her knees again. Her face now wild, pupils blown wide. She pressed her forehead to my abs, panting.

Then, without warning, she slapped my chest lightly.

"Down. On the floor."

I obeyed instantly, laying flat on the sauna floor. The towel beneath me was already drenched in her cum. I didn't care.

Victoria stood over me, placing one foot on each side of my head. Her thighs framed my vision, her pussy dripping above me.

She lowered herself onto my face.

Fuck. I moaned into her folds as she ground down hard, soaking me with her juice.

I stuck out my tongue, licking up every drop, flicking her clit while she rode me. Her thick thighs squeezed my face, muffling her moans, her whole body trembling as I devoured her.

Then--I felt her shift forward.

Her mouth engulfed my cock again, wet, aggressive, filthy. She sucked hard, her head bobbing, tongue swirling, drool coating everything. Her moans vibrated into my dick as she came again, squirting across my face and into my mouth.

I drank her down like water in a desert.

Her thighs clenched around my ears. She was loud now--gasping, cursing, panting. My hand slid up between her legs again, two fingers pushing back into her wet hole as I licked and sucked her clit.

Then she pulled her mouth off my cock, gasping.

"You're gonna cum again," she said. "I want it on my face."

She pulled back, stroking my cock furiously while still grinding her cunt over my mouth.

"Now."

And I exploded. Hot, thick ropes shot across her cheeks, her chin, dripping down to her tits.

She leaned back, smearing it into her skin like a goddess bathing in cum. She was breathing like she'd run a marathon.

I lay there, trembling, my face soaked with her juices.

She leaned forward again, her hair sticking to her cheeks.

"Don't think we're done," she whispered, eyes glowing.

When we could finally stand again, dripping and panting, Victoria rose and offered her hand.

"Come."

I took it, following her out of the sauna. Still completely naked, still leaking from the aftermath. She led me through the Wellness Area and into the women's locker room.

She didn't care who saw.

Inside, she disappeared briefly. I heard the screech of something heavy dragging across tile. When she returned, she had a wide, low bench--clearly moved from the spa seating area--and a bottle of lube in her other hand.

She placed the bench dead center in the tiled shower room. Then she turned on every single tap.

Steam exploded all around us again, hissing from the walls. The room fogged quickly.

She sat on the edge of the bench, spreading her legs, presenting her ass to me.

Then she looked over her shoulder.

"Fuck my ass."

No hesitation.

My cock snapped back to full hardness like it was spring-loaded.

I stepped behind her, slowly pulling out the glinting silver buttplug. Her asshole stretched open around it, welcoming.

She shivered. "Mmm, I'm already ready for you."

I slicked my cock generously with lube, making sure it was dripping.

Then I knelt, gripped her hips, and pressed my cockhead to her slick, twitching entrance.

Slowly... push.

Her ass gave way, tight but eager, swallowing the tip of my cock.

"Ahhh fuck," she gasped. "You stretch me so good..."

I pushed further. She moaned louder.

"Come on, don't be shy. Fuck me hard."

I grabbed her hips and rammed my full length inside. Her moan turned into a scream.

Her ass gripped me like a velvet vice. I pulled back, then slammed in again. Faster. Harder. Our bodies collided over and over. My balls slapped against her drenched pussy, sloshing wet from her earlier squirting.

"Yes! Just like that!" she cried. "More--deeper--harder!"

My cock pistoned in and out of her hole. Her tightness, the warmth, the filthy sounds--it was too much.

"I need you to fill me up," she moaned. "Now."

She clenched down, milking me.

I exploded inside her, groaning deep as I unloaded a thick, massive load into her ass.

Panting, shaking, I collapsed against her back, still buried deep inside her.

But she wasn't done.

Her hand snaked down between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously. With my cock still pulsing inside her, she came again--squirting across the shower floor, her asshole clenching hard around me, trying to keep every drop inside.

When I finally slipped out, my cum oozed from her gaping ass and splattered on the tile.

Victoria turned, cum dripping from her hole, her hair a wet mess.

"Mmm," she whispered, kissing me. "Delicious."

Then she smiled--devilish, dominant--and said:

"Now get out. It's time to clean up."

I stumbled out of the women's showers like I'd been drugged. Legs barely working, body soaked in sweat, cum, steam. I didn't look back.

My towel was missing. I didn't even care.

I wandered into the men's locker room, stood under the shower until the water ran cold, and still couldn't rinse her off me. I could smell her in my beard. Taste her in my mouth. Feel her cum in my hair. My thighs were still wet from where she'd ridden me into the fucking abyss.

When I finally had the strength, I dried off, got dressed, and walked toward the exit--still in a daze.

That's when I saw it.

A sticky note, dead center on the locker room door.

Written in tight, feminine handwriting:

"Thanks for the workout ???? -- Veronica"

And below it... her number.

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