ALPES - THE FRENCH ALPS
I ski the French Alps in the winter. Skiing is my passion. I've been lucky to have spent many weeks and days in "les Alpes," as the French call them. The mountain peaks are 15,000' high. Skiing down endless slopes is superb.
The ambiance in hotels, bars and restaurants can only be described by one's own experience. The food is extraordinary, the bars are open until dawn, and entertainment is among the best.
The difference between the Rockies in the United States and Canada, and les Alpes, notwithstanding the snow conditions and the ski terrain, is this: Only les Alpes have clothes-optional saunas. However, most of those who use saunas, men and women, young and old, sit there in the nude.
On marble benches, they enjoy the hot steam rising from the hot stones over an open fire. Every once in a while, someone pours a ladle of cold water on top of the stones and a gush of hot steam rises to envelop them.
But on this day, I sat in this sauna alone, all by myself, in the nude of course, in this 20' by 15' room.
I sat on my towel. The marble bench was too hot for my nakedness. At times I would lie on my back, just to relax. Then I would sit up again, again just to relax, the sweat dripping off my body. My porous skin was squeezing water out of my body.
Following les Alpes customs, I walked out of the sauna room, took a cold shower, jumped into a cold water standing only mini pool, and returned to the sauna, refreshed.
I quickly discovered, however, that now I was not alone. My eyes were focused on a naked woman, with her towel in hand, about to spread it on the marble bench. She did so and then sat down.
"Bonjour," she said with a smile.
"Bonjour," I replied. My French is good enough to say "Good Day" and a few other simple phrases.
"The skiing was great today. Did you ski today?" she said in French.
"Ne parle pas francais," I said quickly using a few words I happen to know, meaning that I do not speak French, "Do you speak English?"
"Yes, of course. Are you American?"
"I am American. Are you French?"
"Yes, of course, I am French. I live in Paris. How long have you been here? Are you enjoying the skiing?"
"The skiing is fantastic," I answered, while looking at this attractive woman sitting two feet away from me, stark naked. Her entire body was tanned, I did not see any bikini marks--wherever that tan came from, she got it while sunning herself naked.
I looked at her boobs, noticed her very large erect nipples. I did not notice those nipples when she came into the sauna. "I arrived two days ago, and yes, the skiing is wonderful. Are you a skier?" I asked.
"Yes, I ski. I have been here almost two weeks. By the way, my name is Ivonne. What is yours?
"My name is Archibald, but my friends call me Arch."
"May I call you Arch?"
"Yes, Ivonne, you can call me Arch."
I kept looking at this naked body so close to me. I just didn't know what to do next. This was not my first skiing trip to France and not my first time in a co-ed nude sauna. But it was the first time with only a woman in the room.
Nobody at home is going to believe this, I thought.
"Have you been to America?" There was nothing else that I could think of. I was trying to change my thoughts away from her body. Then I became conscious of my groin area--something was going on down there. If I got hard, I could place my towel over me.
"You seem to be a little shy," Ivonne suddenly said. "You should not be. Are you?"
"No, no, I am not," as I suddenly felt an erection coming on. I looked down and saw my cock growing.
"May I sit a little closer to you," Ivonne asked, moving her eyes away from my cock and up to my eyes. She didn't wait for my answer.
Ivonne moved closer. She was half an inch from touching me. I was perspiring, and I wasn't sure if the sweat was from the sauna or from me being horny as hell.
"American men are much shyer than French men, did you know that?"
"No, I did not know that," I replied, being fully conscious now that I had a full hard-on. I also knew that I was not going to cover myself with my towel.
Ivonne looked down on me and smiled, "May I touch you?" she said.
"Only if I can kiss you first," I answered. With that, Ivonne moved closer, raised her head towards mine and waited for me to kiss her. I placed my lips on hers. She pushed against me, slipping her tongue into my mouth while at the same time grabbing my cock and squeezing it.
I placed my arm around her shoulders and touched her tongue with my tongue. My other hand was now on her thigh and my fingers were moving towards her treasure spot.
"Ohhhhh," Ivonne whispered, with her lips still on mine.
She began rubbing my cock. I was as hard as I had ever been. My fingers found her pussy. Of course it was wet, but I didn't know if it was from sweat or her cunt juices. I found her clit and squeezed it.
"Eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhh," I heard this whisper from her. She spread her legs a little. She was tongue fucking me furiously while sliding her sweaty hand up and down my cock. With her legs apart, I pushed two fingers inside her.
"Yaaaaahhhhhh," she yelled quietly. "Yes, yes, my darling," she said, "I want you to fuck me."
Whew, I thought. How am I going to do that? Ivonne must have done this before in a sauna. She released her hands off me, stood up, and got in front of me, all the time smiling.
"You are now going to fuck me French sauna style," she said.
With her legs apart, and me still sitting with a hard-on as big as ever, she came closer, legs outside mine, lowering herself and somehow getting my cock inside her cunt.
Then she raised herself a little, and then she lowered herself a little, all the time being fucked by me, or she fucking me, I didn't know which.
It didn't really matter. Ivonne kept this up for minutes. I was totally helpless. I couldn't move. I couldn't push into her. She did all the work--she did all the fucking.
I just sat there, feeling her warm pussy, her tight pussy. She was able to contract her cunt muscles so I could feel the contractions. She was squeezing my cock with her cunt. When she did that, her body was still. All I could feel was her cunt squeezing my cock.
"Darling," she said, "are you okay?"
"Oui. We are now going to change positions. I that okay with you?" I asked.
"Oui, oui, you are the boss."
Ivonne got off me; I led her to the bench and guided her to kneel on the bench. Following my lead, she realized she was going to be fucked from behind.
I got on my knees behind her. My cock was totally erect. Before fucking her from behind, I rubbed her ass with both hands, one hand massaging her asshole, and then sliding my hand down towards her cunt and rubbing it and scratching her bush of black hair. My finger got into her cunt and I could hear another pleasure moan from her.
"Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I heard. "Please," she yelled, "fuck me, fuck me now. Pleeeeeeeease."
With my hands on each ass cheek, my cock found her cunt and I pushed in slowly. Very slowly.
"Oh mon dieu," she screamed, "Oh my God!"
I started withdrawing, again very slowly. I was hard. I was about to cum. I pushed in and then out, this time a little faster, increased the rhythm. I again felt her cunt's contracting--I felt my cock pulse increasing until I couldn't hold any longer.
"Ivonne," I screamed.
"Arch," she screamed. "Oui, mon . . . C'est lui (Yes, my darling, this is it)."
We ended in the cold water pool followed by a hot shower and a mutual soap scrub. At that moment, other hotel guests entered the sauna area, all of course, naked.
Ivonne and I got dressed, went to the nearest bar and talked about our lives.
"C'est la vie."
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