The meeting of the cool crisp air and the heated water bubbling in the hot tub creates a thick wall of steam surrounding her. The disaster of a day filled with conferences turned bitch sessions begins to melt from her mind.
She laughs, “What a bunch of babies!”
She settles back against a jet and sips her wine. She sinks up to her chin letting a few tufts of her brown hair dangle and dance in the ripples. She sets her glass down and closes her eyes. Her arms move slowly in the water. They glide closer to her body letting the after wave awaken her curves with a quiver.
She looks around the patio but sees no one. The steam curtain gives her the illusion of seclusion. She unties her bikini top and flings it onto a chair with her towel.
She continues her therapeutic water play. Her hands slide over her buoyant breasts. She raises her chest just high enough to expose her nipples to the cold air above the water line. The contrast in temperature turns them hard and sensitive instantly. She gives them a hard pinch and lowers back down into the heat.
Her hands slide over her curves and rub her mound over her bathing suit. She rubs and traces the lines of her pussy then pats her swelling clit. She loses all sense of time as she plays. Just as she starts to slip a finger into her suit, she is startled by a male voice.
“Excuse me. I didn’t realize anyone was here,” he says.
Her eyes dart open. She sees a tall, slender figure standing on the patio. He has long blonde hair, a smaller but muscular build and a sexy smile.
He adds, “I can come back later if you’d rather be alone.”
“No actually I’d rather not be.” Her hands are still slowly teasing.
He tosses his towel in a chair and places his phone and room key on a table. He takes a few steps before he stops. He sees her breasts dancing free in the water.
“Please join me,” she says.
He steps over the edge into the hot water across from her.
“Please don’t let me interrupt your relaxing.”
“I won’t.” She smiles.
He leans back against a jet, but doesn’t get settled before she leans forward and grabs his cock through his shorts.
“I’ll even let you help”.
She leans in and kisses him as she strokes.
He returns the hard kiss and grabs her. One hand grasps the back of her head holding her to him by her tangled, partially wet hair. The other reaches for her hips and pulls her to him.
She continues her kiss as she stands and straddles him. She presses her body against his. Her diamond hard nipples almost pierce his chest.
He reaches between her legs, under her suit and buries two fingers deep inside her hole. The other hand pulls at her hair until her back arches slightly. He bites down her neck and nibbles on her insanely sensitive nipples.
“Oh yes,” she moans.
She feels his cock grow under her. She pulls her bikini bottom to the side and positions his rod to replace his fingers. She slowly slides down his pole until her pussy has all of him. She rocks and swirls her hips to get every inch. She bounces on his underwater staff while her breasts cover and smother his face.
He pounds into her holding her against him as he thrusts to meet hers. He can feel her wetness even under the water. He feels her pussy tighten and clinch around his cock.
“Yes! Fuck me!”
He stands and lifts her. He spins her, bends her over and smacks her ass. He grabs her hips and slides right back into her throbbing hole.
Her back arches and she pushes back into his reentry, “Yes! Harder!”
He fucks her harder pulling her hair, smacking her ass. It’s not long before he can’t hold back his explosion. He fires a large load deep inside her with forceful thrusts.
They both moan as her pussy tightens almost shooting him out of her. She breathes through the powerful release to keep from letting a scream escape her lips.
Kay Arnold earned her BFA degree in Creative Writing at Full Sail University in 2015. She writes mostly BDSM (femdom) but enjoys all areas of erotica. Kay enjoys any outdoor activity that allows spending time with her large southern family and her friends.