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Hot Water
Raquel Morrison |
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If I sat up straight, the water made
my boobs bob up and down comically but if I slouched the bubbles
splashed my face.
I stretched my legs out across the middle of the Jacuzzi and shut
my eyes. It had been a long stressful day and I was glad to be out
of the meeting and back in the hotel.
My eyes snapped open as a tall man entered the bath. The woman
sitting next to me moved closer, to allow him in and he settled
down opposite me. I was able to look at him without him realizing
as he sat down in the bath. He was probably in his early forties
but still very attractive. He wasn’t tanned exactly, more wind
burned and leathery looking. He had a thick head of closely
cropped black hair and slightly sagging but still good muscle
definition.
I looked away just as he caught me staring and he stared back. I
looked down sheepishly embarrassed at my open ogling and could
feel him staring through the water trying to make out my body. The
best tactic I decided would be to shut my eyes again, so I laid
back and let the jets of water work into my back.
The woman next to me climbed out of the Jacuzzi leaving me alone
with the man. The spa area was now empty as most of the
businessmen would be at their dinners by now and the pool
attendant had disappeared. I wondered what he was thinking about.
Me or something quite innocent. I imagined what would happen if I
stretched my leg out to touch him. Would he pull away disgusted
thinking I was a pervert , or would he guide my toes further
towards his groin? I imagined him moving across to me and slipping
his hand into my bikini top and slipping it smoothly off. Next I
would slide onto his lap and let him suck and lick my nipples
until they stood stiffly up. As the heat began to penetrate my
body I could feel all the tension of the day begin to pour away
and my fantasy drifted on.
I was suddenly jogged out of my daydream by a tickling sensation
on my thigh. I didn’t move a muscle at first, but then I risked
opening my eyes and lifted my head unsure whether I was having
some sort of hyper real fantasy or if something was really
happening.
I glanced at the man opposite but he didn’t look at me. He was
staring up at the ceiling. I looked down and could definitely make
out his leg through the water. I couldn’t believe his barefaced
cheek but the danger of the situation began to excite me. What if
the pool attendant came back to the pool or another hotel guest
came down for a swim.
I laid back again into the water and stretched my arms across the
top of the bath. The man’s foot started to move and stroked
teasingly along the inside of my thighs. It was incredibly hard to
control myself but I stayed still. If anyone were to walk past
they would probably notice nothing because of the bubbles. I could
feel my face becoming red but then that’s what happens in the heat
of a Jacuzzi.
At last his foot slipped into my bikini bottoms like a fish into
my slippery slit.
“Take your top off,” he said quietly staring at the ceiling. I
untied the bikini straps and let it drop into the water. I inched
towards him slightly so he could get easier access to my throbbing
clit. He began to massage it rhythmically with his big toe and I
could see him start to play with himself.
“Touch them” he said “ let me see you rub your tits” he said,
looking me in the eye this time .I looked around to see if any
other guests were around the pool but we were still quite alone. I
lifted my large breasts out of the water and began stroking and
pinching them. His toes began to speed up and his touch was
incredible. Just as I felt like I was about to come he would slow
his pace down to stop me for a while, then he would speed up
again. After what seemed like an eternity he sped up and didn’t
stop, I arched my back as he pushed me over the edge. His speed
didn’t falter and I came again. Exhausted I slid back down into
the Jacuzzi to watch him finish himself off. It was a shuddering
but quiet finish, and then he climbed out of the bath and
disappeared. I put my top back on, found my towel and went back to
my room. I lay on my bed and wondered what room he was in and what
he was doing. I played with myself some more lying in my damp
bikini, fantasizing about him until I fell asleep. I new I would
never see him again but that was a good thing. Seeing him again
would ruin it. It was best to remember it as a perfect fantasy.
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