Taxis in Germany were always better than those back home, and the ride from the airport to the hotel passed faster than expected. Before I could replay the previous night in my head, the cab pulled to the curb outside my temporary home. The driver unloaded my suitcase, and I tipped him twenty euros, earning a surprised look as he drove off.
Inside, the lobby opened cleanly in both directions—the bar to the left, the amenities to the right. The hotel wasn’t luxurious, but it was practical: a pool, a gym, a spa. More than enough to stay occupied after work. I’d stayed in worse places on business trips.
“Hallo, Charles,” a familiar voice called from the front desk.
“Guten Abend, Emma,” I said, walking over.
“I’m glad you’ve chosen to stay with us again. I hope you had a pleasant trip,” she said.
“Would you believe me if I said it was the most memorable trip I’ve had so far?” I asked.
Emma smiled politely. “If you say it, I have no reason to doubt you.”
She was my favorite front desk clerk because, unlike most hotel staff I encountered, she always remembered my name. Coworkers had teased me about flirting with her, but I believed that how you treated people showed in the service you received.
“I checked for upgrades, as usual,” Emma said. “Unfortunately, the last suite was taken just before you arrived.”
It was disappointing, but not unexpected. In the past, Emma had always made an effort when she could.
“You’re too good to me,” I said. “Thanks for checking.”
She slid a key across the counter. “I placed you on the side closest to the gym. I know how you like to spend your evenings.”
I laughed. “That still seems like an upgrade to me.”
With the key in hand, I headed for the elevator, skipping the usual explanations—bar hours, breakfast times, directions. None of it was new to me. Room 201 was quiet and tucked into a corner of the second floor, separated from the nearest room by a stairwell.
I placed my key against the lock, heard the familiar click, and watched the light flash green. Though I’d stayed in this hotel—and even this room—before, I still scanned the space to be sure everything was as expected. I set my suitcase on the small table near the minibar, opened the door, and grabbed a beer.
No one made a beer quite like the Germans.
I kicked off my shoes, sat at the desk, and took a long sip, thinking that I couldn’t have made that story up if I tried.
My first meeting wasn’t scheduled until nine the next morning, but I still had work to catch up on. I spent the next two hours reading and answering emails before brushing my teeth, undressing, and crawling into bed. Given the distractions of the night before, an early night felt earned.
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When my alarm went off at six the next morning, I rolled over, squinting at the clock through the familiar fog of jet lag.
I didn’t want to go to the gym, but I knew a workout would help me adjust to the time difference.
I dressed, tied my shoes, and headed out. The two flights of stairs down to the gym were enough to wake me up. Emma and I had talked about morning workouts during our casual check‑ins—no doubt part of why she’d placed me on the second floor.
The gym was usually empty at this hour, but today two athletic women jogged side by side on treadmills, chatting in German. One had short blond hair; the other, long and red. She reminded me of Amelia.
When I traveled, I liked to invent stories for passing strangers—small narratives that filled the gaps of anonymity. I imagined these two as college friends on a casual getaway, likely spending their days in the spa and their evenings over wine, happily avoiding men altogether.
The gym wasn’t as well-equipped as mine back home, but it was more than sufficient. I moved to the weights and ran through an abbreviated version of my usual routine. Focused on my set—or on other thoughts—I didn’t notice when the women left, leaving me alone.
As I returned the weights to the rack, movement caught my eye. Someone had entered the women’s locker room. Reflections in the glass obscured my view, but I was fairly certain it was the red‑haired woman from the treadmill.
“How surreal would it be if Amelia were staying in this same hotel?” I thought, knowing the odds were practically nonexistent.
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I never appreciated sauna culture in Europe before frequent business travel made it unavoidable. On my first trip to Germany, I was startled by the easy comfort with which people of all shapes and sizes shared the space, unapologetically nude. I tried to adapt but left after only a few minutes, uncomfortably aware that I was the odd one out. I still suspect there was a lengthy conversation about “the silly American” after my exit.
Before attempting the sauna again on a later trip, I researched proper etiquette: shower beforehand, sit on a towel, avoid staring, and—most importantly—relax. The sauna, I learned, isn’t meant to be sexual, regardless of what an American imagination might assume.
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After drying off, I grabbed a towel from the shelf and wrapped it around my waist. Despite my homegrown education on sauna etiquette, I still felt uneasy walking around naked in the locker room. I left the men’s locker room and headed toward the sauna. The hotel’s sauna was smaller than most, but it was rarely crowded—especially early in the morning.
I opened the door and took a single step inside. “Damn it,” I thought as I realized the sauna wasn’t empty.
The sauna was L‑shaped, with two levels of seating. On the long lower bench, the two women from the gym sat cross‑legged, still conversing in German. The redhead glanced at me with a look of disappointment, while the blond greeted me in a tone that suggested either her accent or her unmasked annoyance at the presence of yet another American.
I sat on the lower level of the shorter bench, keeping my distance. I loosened my towel for comfort while remaining mindful not to expose myself unnecessarily.
While I tried not to stare, it was difficult not to register details in my peripheral vision. The blond woman was petite, with noticeable muscle tone. Her redheaded friend was built similarly, her pale skin freckled.
I tried to relax and make the most of the limited time I had.
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After no more than five minutes, the sauna door suddenly opened. “Holy shit,” I thought as I saw who was entering the sauna. It was Amelia.
She wore a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving her beautiful breasts uncovered. Her confidence was a polar opposite to mine.
“Nice to see you around, Charles,” she added, looking directly into my eyes.
“You too, Amelia,” I said, still trying to process the situation.
Amelia climbed up behind the two women on the long side of the L-Shaped bench, unwrapped the towel from her waist, and laid it out neatly on the bench.
The two strangers continued their conversation in German, displaying the casual indifference of people accustomed to shared spaces.
Amelia stared at me with the most passionate “fuck me” eyes I have ever seen, but I was unsure what I could do. After all, one of the main rules of public sauna is to not stare at others, no matter how much of each other you may have seen.
She slowly stood up from her perch and stepped down to the floor completely and confidently nude.
“Do you mind if I make it a little steamier in here?” she said to the two women as she picked up the water ladle. Turning to me, she said, “I know you like things steamy, Charles.”
She poured a ladle of water onto the hot stones, not waiting for a response from the two women and not breaking eye contact with me. Placing the ladle back in its resting place, she climbed back to her seat.
A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind. “Is this a setup? Is she following me? Do I even care?” I wondered.
Amelia placed her hands on her thighs as she continued to stare at me. She sat in the blind spot of the two other women, so they would not see what she was going to be doing. Her bottom lip was curled ever so slightly under her top teeth.
The two women continued chatting, entirely indifferent to anything beyond their conversation.
As I watched Amelia from the corner of my eye, her posture remained deliberate and composed, her attention fixed squarely on me.
“I don’t want the other women to think I am being a creep,” I thought, “but I also don’t want to miss out on another show.”
I forced my gaze toward an empty corner of the sauna, reminding myself that I wasn’t alone. The other women continued talking, unaware—or unconcerned—about anything happening behind them.
“I don’t want the other women to think I am being a creep,” I thought, “but I also don’t want to miss out on another show.”
My eyes casually drifted back to Amelia. Her right hand had moved completely between her legs with the utmost covertness. I really didn’t want to have to leave the sauna, but I knew if Amelia was going where I thought she was going that I was going to get an erection. I also knew that if I sat there in the clear view of these two strangers with my dick pointed to the sky that I would never be able to stay at this hotel again. I casually took my extra towel and wiped my forehead, but instead of laying it back down beside me, I placed it on my lap, hoping to conceal my excitement.
My eyes inevitably drifted back to Amelia. She had now crossed one leg over the other, but her right hand was still discretely nestled between her legs. Under any other circumstance, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but knowing Amelia likes to show off, I’m sure her hand was placed there for not so innocent reasons.
The alarm clock in my head went off, telling me that I couldn’t keep watching her for long, and I shifted my gaze back to the corner. The other women would surely catch me staring, but by now, I’m not sure I cared if they did. After a few seconds trying not to stare, my eyes slowly drifted back to Amelia. Her right hand was still hidden between her legs with a barely distinguishable rhythmic movement. I could now see that her left hand had joined in the fun. Without an attempt to hide it, her left index finger and thumb pinched the nipple on her right breast as she looked into my eyes.
“Was her goal to climax in front of these women like she had in the first-class section on our flight?” I thought.
My eyes went back and forth between the corner of the sauna and Amelia. Her face said what her voice couldn’t. She was so close. I wondered if she was actually going to do it. Was she going to finger fuck herself to orgasm right behind these two strangers?
Amelia started coughing and bent forward. I’m sure she had just orgasmed and was trying to hide it. She was doing a damn good job, and I’m sure the two women in front of her had no idea.
Moments later, Amelia rose to her feet and gathered her towel.
“Have a good day, ladies,” she said casually as she headed for the door.
Before leaving, she turned back to me. “I hope you enjoyed your sauna, Charles.”
She disappeared into the women’s locker room, leaving behind a weighty silence.
I suddenly realized it was almost 8:00am.
“Damn it,” I thought.
I had an hour to shower, get ready, and get to the office for my first meeting of the day. Trying not to seem like I was racing after her, I waited a few minutes before leaving. I bypassed the men’s locker room and walked straight up to my room in a towel via the stairway. If I had encountered any innocent bystanders, it would be apparent that I was aroused.
I turned on the shower and stepped inside. My mind quickly returned to the sauna. I closed my mind and pictured Amelia with her hand in between her legs. My hand descended along my stomach, and I couldn’t help but wrap my hand around my cock. She was touching herself for me. She was showing off for me.
My mind returned to the plane and then the lounge showers. Amelia was so fucking hot, and I wanted more. She too clearly wanted more. I couldn’t help but try to replicate the feeling of fucking her one more time or the feeling of my dick sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
Rhythmically, I stroked my cock up and down in a smooth but fast paced motion until I felt my balls start to feel full. I squeezed tighter with my hand, and the first rope of semen shot against the shower wall, followed shortly by a second, and then by a third.
As the last drops of cum dripped down the throbbing tip of my cock onto my fingers, my fantasizing was complete, and Amelia had made me climax yet again.
I glanced at the clock and realized it was now 8:27. If I had any hope of making it to my meeting on time, I had to scramble to finish showering, get dressed, and walk two blocks to the office. It could be done, but I clearly had to focus better.
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“Quarterly profits have risen by three percent to $85M,” the Chief Financial Officer explained. “Although our profits have increased substantially, our overhead costs have increased from $16M in FY23 to $22M in FY24, and our cost of sales have continued a steady increase from last year.”
Normally, I could follow the numbers with great focus, but today, I was distracted. I sat at the conference room table, wanting to focus, but my mind kept wandering to Amelia and this morning’s exhibition.
The thought of Amelia’s hand discreetly buried between her legs made it hard to disguise my excitement, especially through my thin suit pants. I knew that I had to focus on something else if I was going to be able to get up and walk out of the room without embarrassment. Somehow, I was able to distract myself with the monotony of finance enough to escape the office that day.
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The two-block walk back to my hotel gave me enough time to transition from a business environment to that which may facilitate additional sexual tension.
“How can I make sure I find Amelia again?” I thought.
I played through many of the potential scenarios in my mind: encountering her in the bar, in the elevator, in the sauna, and in the restaurant. But none of these ideas came close to meeting the reality of what was to follow.
I walked into the hotel and politely greeted Emma as I passed the front desk. Emma smiled and blushed in an unusual manner.
“Hallo Charles, I have something for you,” Emma said, picking up an envelope from her desk. “A very attractive red-headed woman has left something for you.”
Emma handed me an envelope with “Charles, my admirer,” written on the front with crisp, black ink. The back of the envelope was sealed with a bold, red lipstick print.
I thanked Emma and walked away.
“Should I open the envelope here, or should I get to my room first?” I wondered.
It had to be better to wait. I needed time to prepare myself for whatever the fuck might be about to happen. I walked to the stairs and climbed to the second floor, envelope in hand. I scanned my keycard, saw the typical green light accompanied by an audible click of the door unlocking, and let myself inside. I tossed the letter onto my bed, hung up my suitcoat, and loosened my tie.
“What am I about to get myself into?” I wondered as I sat on the bed, looking at the envelope.
I slid my finger into the envelope to rip it open. It read:
Charles,
I hope you are enjoying your trip so far. I clearly have enjoyed myself on multiple occasions. I can’t help but notice that you still owe me a drink – one that you actually pay for! :-) If you don’t have other plans, I’ll be in the hotel bar at eight thirty. If you do have other plans, cancel them.
-Amelia
I looked at my watch and saw that I had less than thirty minutes. Knowing where the night was likely to lead, I showered quickly. Not knowing what Amelia’s expectations might be or what she might be wearing, I chose to wear the dark blue suit and tie I had originally planned to wear later in the week. As I walked out the door, I glanced at my watch. With a little more than ten minutes left, it was perfect timing.
I briskly walked down the stairs to the main floor. I wanted time to order drinks and be ready for her when she arrived. I sat down at a semi-circular booth in the corner of the bar and waited for the waitress to come over.
“I’d like to order two glasses of scotch, neat, and a bottle of still water,” I said. “You can charge it to my room – 201.”
With my eyes bouncing between my watch and the entrance to the bar, the waitress set the drinks down at eight twenty-nine.
“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” she said.
I smiled, “Nothing right now, thank you. I’m meeting someone shortly, and if we leave before I get a chance to pay, please charge it to my room and close my tab.”
“Of course, sir,” she said, walking away.
Amelia must have been watching the time with the same precision I had because she entered the bar at exactly eight thirty, not a second more or less. She was wearing a dark red dress that dipped low between her breasts with the hem cut at the middle of her thigh. This was not a dress that she intended to wear to work. Her eyes methodically scanned the bar until she saw me in the corner. She walked across the room, carrying a small black purse.
“I’m glad Emma gave you my note,” she said as she set her small purse on the table and sat down. “I was afraid she might have had an eye on you for herself and thrown my note away.”
“I guess we’re both lucky then,” I said, taking a sip of my drink.
“What do we have to drink tonight?” she asked.
“It’s tough to know what to order for someone that I’ve only known for such a short time, but I ordered a scotch and water – something to relax and something to keep us hydrated,” I replied.
“That must be your go-to drink order. I think you said the same thing on the plane,” she joked.
We exchanged small talk for about ten minutes, but I could tell she wasn’t trying to savor her drink.
“What did you have in mind for the rest of the night?” I asked. “Do you want to leave the bar and get something to eat?”
“Well, I could use a taste of something, but I’m not really that hungry,” she said.
Amelia swallowed the remainder of her drink, grabbed her purse, and stood up.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” she said.
Although I had slightly more than a sip left, I chugged it and followed her.
“You haven’t led me astray yet, so that sounds like a great idea,” I said.
She walked confidently toward the bank of elevators and pressed the up button. When the elevator door opened, she stepped inside and pressed the button for floor number two.
“Was this her floor, or did she know which room I was staying in?” I thought.
“I hope you don’t mind that I asked Emma which room you were staying in when I handed her my note. I wanted to see whose room had fewer neighbors. After all, I don’t want to be rude to the other guests if we get a little loud,” she said.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, I pushed Amelia up against the wall and kissed her neck.
“It’s a good thing you asked because there’s a stairway between us and the nearest room,” I said in between kisses. "And we're not going to be quiet."
After a few seconds, the elevator door opened, and she pushed me out. She walked with purpose down the hall toward my room as if she had been there before. I walked to her right, half a step behind, just to see if she really knew where my room was. As we approached the door, I pulled my key out of my pocket. Neither of us had any desire for unnecessary delay.
I opened the door and held it for her to enter. With efficiency, I took the “Do Not Disturb” sign and hung it on the outside of the door before closing and locking it. I turned to Amelia and observed her figure from her eyes down to her legs and back up – only for a second. I walked toward her and pushed her up against the wall as I started to kiss her lips. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, pinning her body between mine and the wall.
I pushed away from the wall with my hands and commanded her to lie down on the bed. Amelia bit her lower lip and nodded her head, her eyes saying, “Whatever you say.” I took off my jacket and threw it aside as I looked at her on my bed.
I took off my tie, threw it onto the bed, and said, “Just in case we need that later.”
I climbed on top of her and held her hands against the bed above her head as I kissed her lips. I pinned her body against the bed with mine, and I could feel her raise her hips to meet me. As we kissed, I ran my right hand down the side of her body to touch the outside of her leg. It was as smooth and as soft as I remembered it. With one hand now free, she pushed me away from her and told me to stand up and take off my shirt. I did as I was told, but it wasn’t my shirt that I wanted to take off. As I looked at this sexy woman in my bed, the zipper of my pants was pulled tight.
“Come back,” she said to me.
I lay back down, and she rolled me over onto my back.
“My turn,” she said.
Amelia stood up and turned around to face me. She slowly slipped one shoulder strap off her right shoulder before moving on to the left. She held her dress up for a moment before letting it fall down her body to the floor. She was wearing nothing under her dress. Widening her stance ever so slightly, she ran her fingers across her body. First, they danced over her stomach, then they traveled to her breasts before both arrived at her nipples. She gave them each a small pinch, and I could see her body twitch.
She approached the bed again, but instead of lying down, she started to unbuckle my belt. With my belt loosened, she moved on to the button, then the zipper of my pants. Pulling my pants and my boxers from my body, there was nothing separating her body from mine. She kissed my chest as I ran my hands along her arms. Her lips slowly kissed down my chest, across my stomach, and arrived at my right hip.
She looked up at me, her deep green eyes connecting with mine, and said, “I think I found something I’d like a taste of.”
She flipped her beautiful red hair over her shoulder and kissed the very tip of my penis. I twitched from the sensation of her lips, and she let out a giggle, clearly amused at my arousal. She kissed all the way down the length of my shaft before she raised her head again to make eye contact with me.
Knowing what I wanted, she parted her lips and took just the very tip of my cock into her mouth, gently sucking as she pulled her lips off me. She repeated this at least twenty times before she sat back up on her knees and ran her fingers through her hair. She gave me this seductive look like she was proud of me and proud of herself for not making me cum right there.
“My turn,” she said, crawling up above my chest.
She pinned my arms down with her legs and ripped the pillow out from under my head. She moved her hips so that her pussy was just above my mouth. Desperate to lick her sex, I raised my head, but she straightened her body so that she was just out of reach.
“Looks like someone wants a taste of something too,” she said, looking down with a mischievous smile.
“I want more than a taste, but this looks to be a great appetizer so far,” I replied.
“In that case…” she said, lowering her body to within my reach.
At first, she only lowered herself enough to touch her with the tip of my tongue. I slowly teased the skin surrounding her wet opening, and she started to lower herself even more.
I moved my tongue to the bottom of her pussy and slowly moved upward toward her clit. I alternated between thrusting my tongue inside of her and doing circles around her clit. I could feel her unintentionally lowering her body more and more onto my mouth until it felt as if her whole weight rested upon my face.
After several minutes, she raised her hips and said, “Your tongue is nice, but I want something more.”
She lifted her knees off my arms and leaned down to kiss my lips.
“Did you enjoy that taste?” she said.
I nodded and said, “Mmm hmm.”
She lifted her hips and positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy. I placed my hands on her hips, hoping to pull her down completely, but just like when she took me into her mouth, she started with slow, shallow movements. Her hips started increasing speed along with the depth of her movements. I used my hands to help her raise her body up and down as I watched my cock, wet with her arousal, rhythmically slide in and out of her body.
Amelia held her breasts in her hands, using her index fingers and thumbs to pinch her nipples, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back in pleasure.
“I think it’s your turn to fuck me now,” she said.
“Happily,” I said as I flipped her onto her back. “But the thing about me fucking you is that I get to be in control. Are you okay with that?” I asked.
She nodded her head and smiled.
“You have to tell me what you want me to do,” I said.
“I want you to fuck me! I want you to be in control!” she said with conviction.
I grabbed the tie that I had thrown onto the bed and tied her hands together. The fire in her green eyes told me she wanted me to keep going. I tied the other end to the headboard so that her arms were now fully restrained. I moved my hands to her hard nipples and gave them a simultaneous pinch.
“Fuck me!” she declared.
I firmly responded, “I am in control, not you.”
I moved down her body and positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy. Mimicking the same slow, shallow rhythm she used moments before, I barely entered her with each thrust. I watched her squirm in hunger, slowly starting to accelerate my movements and going deeper with each move.
She moaned in pleasure as I buried my cock inside of her as deep as I could with each thrust.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Charles! Oh, Yes!”
"That's it, take my cock just like you did at the airport," I said.
I pushed her knees up to her shoulders as I kept slamming my cock into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
“Yes! Mmmm! Yesss!” she screamed,” Keep going, Charles!"
I could feel her pussy tightening around me as I knew I was going to cum soon. Suddenly, her whole body tensed at once, and she let out a loud and uncontrollable scream of pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on me, and with one last thrust as deep into her as I could go, I felt the cum flow through my cock and release deep inside of her.
I collapsed onto Amelia’s body, hot and sweaty under mine. We lay there in exhaustion for a few minutes.
“Damn,” she said, panting.
As I pulled my cock out of her, a soft moan announced her body's disappointment.
“I know, right?” I said. “That was so good that I was thinking about keeping you tied up here for tomorrow night.”
“You’re a funny guy,” Amelia responded with sarcasm. “How about instead, you untie me and let me go back to my room so I can get a good night’s sleep? This bed sure isn’t big enough for both of us.”
As she requested, I untied the end from the bed, but before I could untie her hands, she threw them over my head and pulled my head down to kiss me.
“I’m assuming Emma put you in the room with the small bed because you don’t normally get laid on work trips,” she said.
I laughed and smiled as I untied her the rest of the way.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry that your dress got wrinkled from my floor,” I said.
Amelia got off the bed and bent over to pick up her things. She stood up, walked to the closet, and opened the door.
“I think I’ll just take one of these robes for the walk back to my room,” she said, putting it on.
“Any other guests that see me all sweaty will think I’ve just come from the sauna,” she said.
I responded, “That would probably explain why you’re so sweaty, but I think the dress and high heels in your hand will be hard to hide.”
“And the cum running down my leg,” she added.
I laughed and walked her to the door.
“Goodbye, Charles. I hope to see you around,” she said as she kissed me.
I smiled back at her, knowing it was the same way we parted ways in the airport.
“Sleep tight,” I said in return.
I watched her for a few moments as she walked down the hall, but since I wasn’t wearing any clothes, I closed the door to my room before anyone could see me. I collapsed onto my bed. The smell of sweat and sex was still strong in the room.
“Why didn’t I get her room number?” I regretted.
“I guess she knows my room number, and it’s up to her if our adventure continues,” I thought, drifting off to sleep.
