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This is a new story by me Babs B. Please do not post this story anywhere,
even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach at
Babs42ne@hotmail.com
Hot Water
by Babs
"Meet you at the hot tubs at noon, babe," your voice on my pager commanded.
"You're beautiful." The message was as usual terse and you sounded like
you were in a hurry which didn't surprise me. You're a very busy man with
many irons in the fire, as they say, and I like that part of you that isn't
idle or slovenly. Well, actually the part I really like is that even with
all that intense activity in your life, you are careful to set aside quality
time with me. You seem to know how important it is to keep the connection
strong, not taking me for granted. Knowing that if I'm happy, you're going
to get what you want and need, you make the effort to keep me content. It's
more than those old aphorisms "You reap what you sow" or "What goes around
comes around." It's more like the one that goes, "Fill a woman above the
brim with love of herself, and all that runs over will be yours." (Charles
Caleb Colton) You are a wise man to follow that adage.
Being the first one to arrive, I am sitting in the lobby on the
overstuffed sofa waiting for you, my little black bag of tricks and goodies
next to me. I'm glad we come to this spa. It's so classy. Each room is
unique, decorated around a theme with lovely furnishings. We've tried
several rooms and I wonder which one you've reserved for today. Will it be
the one with a waterfall, the one where everything is made of wood or a new
one? I pick up a magazine to flip idly through the pages when I see you
coming toward the glass door. You've left your suit coat in the car and as
you approach the building, you're removing your tie. You look very sexy
undressing before you even arrive. I try not to reveal how exciting you look
stripping on your way here, but I suspect my eyes give me away as you come
through the door and flash me that big smile that always makes me
automatically reply in kind. I stand up and we move to the counter where
you make the final arrangements before we are lead to our room and given big
luxurious towels and robes.
"I trust this be all right?" the attendant asks. In the other rooms we've
tried, you step down into the lovely tiled tubs. In this one there are two
beautiful wooden tubs, one a hot tub and the other a cold plunge. Overhead
is a skylight. The room is breathtaking. It was obviously designed with a
Roman theme and is adorned with a fountain with a lion's head. In addition
to the shower, rest area and tubs, there is an adjacent steam room adding to
the ambiance. "Yes, it'll be fine," you reply while I am jumping up and
down inside at how attractive it is.
As the doors close behind us you throw the robes on a chair laughing, "We
won't be needing these," and then you turn to give me a big hug and a quick
kiss. As you begin to undress I take out several candles from my bag and
begin telling you about my day. As I light the candles, I complain about
the fact that my right front tire still has a slow leak because even though
they tried to fix the hole from that bolt I picked up the patch is too large
and is just not sealing. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that you're
nearly completely unclothed and are sitting down on the little settee
removing your socks. You mutter something about maybe I should get a new
tire and I -- while placing the candles around the hot tub -- tell you that
yes that will no doubt be what I have to do. You've relaxed with your arm
over the little sofa back with your legs stretched out, and I pretend that I
don't notice that you're watching me as I continue with my monologue. I
tell you about all the details with the new administrator who is very
controlling and is beginning to alienate everyone. As I describe the
annoyance of the office staff, I lift up each of my legs -- probably a
little higher than necessary giving you a glimpse of what's beneath my skirt
-- to remove my shoes and place them neatly on the floor. Then, as I tell
you how each "camp" is attempting to draw me into the fray, I place my left
leg up on a stool and pull my skirt up to my thigh, beginning to undo my
nylon from its garter. I take lots of time unfastening and slowly rolling
the nylon down my leg with my toe pointed -- all the while mimicking the
words that have been told to me "in secret." You just watch and say, "uh
huh," at appropriate times. I place the nylon in a shoe and do the same
slow removal of the other nylon continuing to describe the petty office
problems.
The smell of the aroma candles is filling the air. I selected ones
called "romance" wondering if they would enhance the mood and I am beginning
to think I made a good choice because -- well, at least I am feeling more
romantic. I walk over to the candles, lean over sticking my butt out and
sniff the candles. "Don't these smell wonderful?" I ask. I know that you're
looking at the outline of my ass as the skirt drapes over its form. "Uh,
yeah," you reply as I stand back upright and return to where I was
undressing. As I do so I notice out of the corner of my eye that your dick
is responding favorably to my movements. I begin again telling you about
how the administrator called me in to talk to me, and as I do this I slowly
pull my cashmere sweater over my head. I was facing you but as I take it
off I turn around so you only get a glimpse of my breasts in my bra. I
neatly fold the sweater my back to you. I chose a lacy white bra this
morning and it is just a tiny bit small so my breasts seem to bulge out
giving me more cleavage.
At this point in my story as I turn back around, I tell you that
the administrator started crying and I lean over slightly laughing --
supposedly at her -- but really so that I can reveal even more of my
breasts. I make a quizzical face -- grinning -- timing this part of the
saga purposefully to confuse you. I know that you will want to tell me how
a management person is supposed to behave in such a circumstance, but that
your brain will have trouble forming the words as this half-naked woman
stands in front of you leaning over tempting you. Oh, it's so cruel to
tease. And sure enough, you sit up a little straighter in your seat and
begin by saying she obviously doesn't know that she's the one in charge and
that she should.... I place my weight on one foot while stretching the other
out a bit to the side. Putting one hand on my hip, I position the other on
my tummy, stroking it lightly. With a serious look on my face and my head
tipped to one side, I appear to be paying close attention to what you're
saying because I am nodding at appropriate times. But in reality I am
enjoying playing with you as I notice your eyes moving from my face to my
breasts to my tummy and back up again, all while you're trying very hard to
outline appropriate business behavior.
Eventually I turn around again, my back to you, and start telling
you some more details. You seem to be grateful that the pressure is off
your brain to form coherent sentences, and you are quiet as I continue the
tale telling you some of the suggestions I made to her. As I say the words
I continue my strip by slowly removing my skirt. I stay bent over a tiny
bit longer than necessary, my butt not two meters from your face, and then I
stand up to fold my skirt. My back still to you, I tell you about the
letter the staff has written to her boss as I reach around and undo my
garter belt, carefully removing it from my panties and putting it on the
pile. I tell you who signed the letter and who did not even though you
don't have any idea about whom I'm talking. All the while that I am
strolling back over to the candles and sniffing them again, you're nodding
your head trying very hard to pay attention, but I notice your dick is once
again responding enthusiastically to the visual image before you. Still in
my white satin panties and bra I return to the black bag -- perhaps only
slightly exaggerating my walk swinging my hips -- to remove some bathing gel
and shampoo placing them near the shower and a bottle of lubricant putting
it at the rest area.
And now I am nearing the end of the story, and I come to stand in
front of you. I see that you're eyes are dilated, but you're still trying
hard to follow the conversation. "As I got up to leave, I don't know, I
just felt like she needed a hug," I say emphasizing the last word. I see
your brow furrow, as if you were suddenly understanding something important
that I've said, and your brain records, <<HUG! Wait. I think I know that
word!!>> You rise up and take me into your arms. I return your embrace but
then I move away from you, over to where my clothes are folded on the chair.
I slowly remove my panties, watching you standing there with your cock
almost fully erect. As I lay my panties on the pile with one hand I use the
other to reach down and rub my pussy. Your grin gets bigger and you move
your hand to your cock, stroking it. After I reach around, undo my bra and
place it on the pile, I move my hands to my breasts and massage them. You
come over to me, your cock very hard now. As you take me into your arms for
another squeeze, I brush my arm over your dick and I think I hear you
whisper, "Thank you," in my ear, but I'm not sure.
"Let's shower," I suggest, "before we get in." You turn on the
stream of steamy water and ease under it getting entirely wet. I move
nearby watching you as you blow bubbles, your head under the spray. You
reach out your hand and pull me into the waterfall. We stand there side by
side letting the warm water wash over us. I reach down to get the shampoo
and as I do I feel your hand getting a quick feel of my pussy from behind.
This is a new herbal shampoo that smells like ginger. I pour some into my
hand and reach up to place it in your hair. As I scrub your head I suddenly
have this vision of you returning to work, smelling delightfully of ginger
and your colleagues looking at you askance thinking, "Now where has he
been?" This image makes me smile as I massage your head. You stand quietly
enjoying the attention. Then you reach down to get the shampoo and -- tit
for tat -- I reach between your legs and give a gentle squeeze to your
balls. You jump a little but are grinning as you pour shampoo onto my hair.
As you rub it in I am glad that I have such short hair. I only cut it
this short a couple years ago, but I really like it because it is so easy to
maintain. And you seem to like it too as it doesn't take a lot of upkeep
after a pretty sweaty, vigorous romp in bed.
As I push my face into the water to rinse off the shampoo, I feel
your hands lathering me up with the ginger body gel. You begin by washing
my back and shoulders. Then your hands move down and around my hips,
creating lots of bubbles. You move your hands to my tummy and then up to
my breasts, adding more soap and making more lather. I'm relishing the feel
of your hands and want some action too, so I take the gel and apply it to
your chest, shoulders, neck. I wash your back while facing you, paying
special attention to your butt, rubbing my finger along the crack. You are
beginning to get aroused again. Then I reach around you and push my body
against yours. My soapy breasts and your soapy chest are almost
frictionless as we brush against each other. You put your arms around me
and press us together even harder squishing my breasts and adding to the
sensation for us both. You lower your hands to the top of my hips as I
begin to swing them back and forth against you. With your hands still on my
hips, I turn around, arch my back and press my butt up against your
erection, swinging my hips from side to side. I can feel your hard
erection against me and your hands getting ready for more action, but I turn
around and take your now throbbing pole in my hand, stroking it up and down.
You reach down and kiss me.
"I want to get in that warm water now," I announce moving away from
you toward the hot tub. I can tell that you would rather continue where we
are, but you nonetheless follow me. We ease into the water. They don't
call them hot tubs, for no reason. The water feels like it is at least 10
degrees above 98.6 F. I love it even though I expect it may be a bit too
warm for your taste. You turn on the air jets and we settle onto benches
opposite one another. My eyes are half closed as I enjoy the soothing
warmth. You reach over to touch me and I open my eyes and smile. You stand
up and I know what you want. I stand too. You turn me around and, feeling
my pussy you direct me/her over one of the water pressure jets. I remember
the first time you did this to me. I found it incredibly exciting because I
had never experienced it before. Standing behind me you have me kneel on
the bench, legs extended, my pussy in direct line with the forceful water.
Then you take my breasts and begin fondling them while you kiss, lick,
nuzzle and gently bite my neck. Such intense pleasuring in all the right
places is incredibly stimulating. It is a totally different sensation than
a hand or a toy. It is hard, continuous pressure in just the right spot. I
begin to breathe deeply as you move your hands down to my waist and then up
my sides and back over my breasts, all the while holding me against the
water jet. I feel my orgasm coming and when it does my voluntary muscles
relax as my involuntary ones take over. As I begin to collapse into this
sweet bliss, you urge me back up. I gain some control and try to back away
but you're stronger than I and you move your hand to my pussy, continuing to
rub her as you once again position me onto the water jet, your arms around
my waist. I try to arch my back and maybe even resist a little, but in
reality I want this next orgasm because I know it will be even stronger than
the first. There is also a thrill for me in surrendering to your "demands"
that I remain positioned as you have directed until once again my body
shudders. I hear myself let out a cry of pleasure. Only then do you let me
move away. As I turn around, you plant your mouth on mine for a kiss -- a
delicious kiss with your lips on mine, your tongue in me.
Having been in the water long enough to suit yourself, you climb out
to sit on the edge, your feet and lower legs still in the tub. I come over
to you. With most of me remaining submerged in the water I begin by rubbing
along the tops of your thighs until I get to your dick. He's pretty limp
now, due to the relaxing nature of the hot water. As you reach down to
grope my breast, I take your flaccid cock in my hand for some gentle
encouragement. He doesn't need a lot and soon is becoming harder. I look
up at you as I stick out my tongue to lick the end. Over the top, round and
round the head I lick, getting more and more saliva to make him more and
more slippery. Then I take the head only into my mouth and suck hard,
rubbing my tongue over the surface. Enjoying this show you lean back onto
your hands to watch. I make a circle with my thumb and forefinger to
encircle the shaft. Then I begin a rhythmic rubbing up and down, up and
down while I suck only the end. I move my hand faster and faster and suck
harder, using my tongue to give you added sensation. Your legs are
restless. As I sense you are about to cum I stop sucking and move my hand
more slowly, looking up at you.
You get up taking me with you and guide me to the rest area. I get
up on the bed/table sitting on the edge. The bed is just the right height
for you to stand and fuck me. But you start by leaning over and licking my
pussy. Possibly because she tastes so antiseptic now you don't linger there
long. Instead you reach for the oil and pour some over her massaging her
and adding more lubrication. I am leaning back resting my weight on my
hands as you enter me. With you standing, we both get to watch as you move
your very hard dick in and out of me. Your strokes are slow at first as we
both get to see him disappearing into my depths then reappearing. As you
continue, my body becomes more excited, and each time you withdraw him he is
covered more and more with my juices. You increase the rhythm even more and
I am having trouble holding myself up. I lie down raising my legs up and I
feel your fingers rubbing my clit. You continue pumping me and manipulating
my clit and soon I sense my body yielding to your needs. You time your
orgasm to match mine and pump me full of your cum as you let out a guttural
howl.
I hear you sigh as you bend over laying your torso over mine, your
head on my chest. I put my arms around you and run my fingers through your
hair. We lie like that for a few moments. Then you kiss my breast tenderly
and say, "How about a little time in the steam room, babe." Helping me up,
we walk over to be immersed in an atmosphere of intense moist air. We both
lie down on the tiles that are covered with drops of water, and I have a
very strong feeling that this isn't the end of our trip here today.
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