Next time, next day

I woke up, naked and alone, in a strange bed. I needed to pee. I
vaguely remembered that there was a bathroom close by, and
staggered in that direction. I noticed a silky blue teddy
crumpled on the floor, and began remembering the lovely events of
last night. I could hear mouse-like footsteps in the kitchen
overhead, and was greeted outside the bathroom door by my Liz,
wearing a fuzzy bathrobe and carrying a breakfast tray. "I was
going to bring you breakfast in bed--but since you're up, what
say we have this in the hot tub, instead?" She set the tray down
on the couch and moved to slide open the door to the enclosed
porch. She had apparently already uncovered the hot tub and
turned up the temp, for whisps of steam were rising into the
chilly early spring air. She looked back at me as she let her
robe slide away, and quickly immersed herself into the warm
water. I fetched the tray and followed suit. We sat quietly for a
few moments, nursing our mugs of coffee, before she spoke. "I
hope I wasn't too much for you last night..."

"Liz. Even if you were, how could I ever complain? You absolutely
rock my world..."

She grinned. "You're really fun to play with. And everytime I
think about it, I seem to come up with more ideas for having fun
with you."

"Like what?"

"Oh, we'll see what happens next. But in case you hadn't noticed,
we're sitting in a hot tub, naked. So maybe something or other
might occur to you..." She reached to the breakfast tray and
chose a banana from the bowl of fruit. Peeling it slowly, she
began caressing it with her lips as she kept her eyes fixed on
me. She opened her mouth slightly and sucked the first inch of
fruit inside, stroking her tongue slowly around its
circumference.

"Hmmm, like what, I wonder." My choices for fruit fortunately
included a ripe, succulent plum. I engulfed half of it in my
mouth and let the juice drip down my chin as I bit into it. Using
my tongue I lapped and stroked at the remainder, and sucked its
juices.

"ooh--you're so naughty..." She slid the peeled banana further
into her open mouth, then slowly withdrew it, moaning slightly.
My cock was getting the message. I set aside the remains of the
plum and moved in close to her, gathering her into my arms. She
reached between us for my hardening erection. "I was afraid you
might not have anything left after last night."

"I'll find a way--but just being around you keeps me hard most of
the time."

"Mmmmm. But we'd better eat something or we might have a hard
time keeping up this pace..."

I was hungry, and she'd brought down fancy croissants and jam and
some savory cheeses from the deli at the grocery yesterday. "You
really planned this out, didn't you?"

She blushed a little. "Yeah...I hope you don't mind. I just
thought about some things that would be nice..."

I kissed her again. "I love you. You make me feel special. I hope
I meet your expectations..."

"More than. I'm glad you're happy. And the sex is GREAT!" She
giggled and kissed me deeply again. We alternated kissing and
nibbling on each other between bites of breakfast. At one point
she stood up in front of me to adjust the window blinds over her
head, and I was rewarded by a close-up view of her beautiful
shaved pussy. I planted a light kiss on it and nuzzled. She
lowered herself into my lap, and rubbed herself against my hard
cock, sighing.

"What made you decide to shave there yesterday?"

"Oh, there's a bit of a story behind that--actually, if it's not
too weird to tell you about, it involves this hot tub in a way. I
mean, I usually do trim down pretty close in summer--for swimsuit
reasons, you know--but last summer, when Aunt Jean was living
here...well. Well anyway, I had the day off, and my folks were
working, so I'd kind of slept in. I came down here when I got up
to use the treadmill, and Jean was in the tub. We were chatting
back and forth and she gets up to get out--and she was stark
naked! Well, I shouldn't have been quite so surprised...but then
I couldn't help but notice that she was completely bald down
there. So I guess I was staring a bit, oh but she's so cool, she
just kept talking--and then she just nonchalantly asks me if I'd
ever shaved there, and if I wanted to. I know, it sounds a bit
creepy, but it wasn't...she wasn't trying to molest me or
anything, she's just always been real open about things with me.
She's only about five years older than us, and we'd talked before
about our periods and sex and guys and girls and stuff and, oh
anyway....so I said yes, and we went into her shower down here.
So you've seen it--it's a big one, with that molded seat in the
corner--so she sat me down there and got a razor and some lotion
and showed me how to do it. Oh man...if it had been anyone
else..." She was blushing again. "So anyway, there I am shaved,
and all slippery inside and out and fucking horny as hell...and
she just smiles at me and hands me the showerhead--it's a
hand-held, with a massage setting--and says 'I imagine you'll be
needing some alone time now', and leaves me there. Oh god...well
you know me! I think I was in there for a half hour, masturbating
away! One fucking orgasm after another... "

"Wow. So there's a family history of hypersexuality, is there?"

She snickered. "Maybe a bit. Probably more on Dad's side though.
Mom doesn't exactly approve of Jean's 'lifestyle'... By the way,
that little bullet vibe I had last night was a birthday present
from Jean, after the shaving lesson. Other than that, she never
said another word about it. Just gave me a little kiss later that
day and told me I smelled really clean! Speaking of which, shall
we take a little shower?"

I nodded, and we hurried through the chilly air to get inside.
The shower was as she described, a full size stall with molded
corner seats and a detachable massaging showerhead. She adjusted
the water and stepped in, and beckoned me to follow. We took some
time to soap each other thoroughly and massage shampoo into each
other's scalps before taking time to just embrace and enjoy the
warm water flowing over both of us. She tipped my head back and
kissed me thoroughly. There was a large pump bottle of some sort
of lotion or conditioner or something, and she somehow snuck a
handful of it down between us and began stroking my hard shaft
with her well-lubricated hand. I moaned appreciatively, and she
smiled. "I love your cock, Joel." Holding firmly to my butt, she
began sliding her slippery belly over it, and slid lower to
cradle it between her breasts. I thought she might continue
lower, but she had other things in mind. Standing upright again,
she removed the showerhead from its supporting bracket and turned
the knob that adjusted the spray. The soft spray was quickly
replaced by pulsing jets of water that tingled against my skin.
Torturously she directed the spray up and down my spine, then
lower into the crack of my ass and along the backs of my thighs.
Suddenly she sprayed upward between my legs to catch the
underside of my scrotum and I jumped. She giggled and moved it
around to my front, and gradually began circling it in toward my
cock. With one hand she stroked over the head as she washed the
stimulating spray back and forth across my shaft and balls. It
was the best feeling I'd ever experienced down there, at least
outside of her body, and I sighed and tightened my hold on her.
She kissed me and backed away a little. "Not so fast, love. I
need to catch up with you." She retreated to the seat in the
corner and began showing me again, in detail, how she loved to
pleasure her own body. She stroked at her labia with two fingers
as she let the jets of water play across her firm breasts. Her
nipples tightened even more than they had in the chill of the
porch, and she brought her hand up from her crotch to pinch them
softly. Sighing, she moved the sprayer lower, letting the jets
oscillate over her vulva. Groaning, her mouth open, she moved her
hand back to rub her clit in earnest as the spray pelted over her
labia and anus. "Ohhhh....oh Joel I'm sorry I've got
to....AHHHHHH!" Her cries of pleasure echoed in the shower. I
watched in awe as her ass lifted off the seat and the waves of
climax washed over her until she relaxed and let the shower fall
to the floor.

I bent to pick up the sprayer, and knelt to hug her and kiss at
her flushed breasts. "Is that what how it was the time you were
telling me about?" She just nodded, eyes closed. "You are so sexy
when you come. I love watching you."

"I feel so selfish..."

"Nonsense. Do you want me to do myself? Or...?"

"Or what?"

"I get fun ideas, too..."

"Oh?"

"Can you stand up?"

"I think so...oh." My cock poked at her belly, and she started to
writhe against it, but I gently turned her around to face away
from me. As my hard-on slid against her tight ass, she exclaimed,
"Oh! OOooh...I think I see where you're going with this! Hand me
the shower." She took the sprayer in one hand, bracing against
the wall with the other. Bending forward and sliding upward on
tiptoes, she spread her legs apart as I held onto her hips. It
took a couple of attempts as I bent my knees slightly, but once
my cock found her opening I was able to thrust inside her in one
stroke. Her channel felt especially tight in this position and
she groaned as I pressed fully inside. "Oh god--you feel so big
this way...oh..."

"Oh Liz. Oh fuck..." She was spraying the water jets upward
against my balls and anus.

"Oh fuck YES!" she yelled. Just FUCK me, Joel! Unngh." She leaned
into the wall, cushioning her head against her arm, while
continuing to stimulate both of us with the spray. I began
thrusting in and out slowly, feeling the spray that she directed
at her clit hitting my shaft until I would be buried fully with
in her and it tingled at my balls. Her groaning was loud and
uninhibited, and urged me to let out my most instinctive
response. Harder I thrust into her, and louder she moaned for me
to fuck, Fuck, FUCK her.

"Oh god..." There was only one way for this to end. Her moans
lengthened into a single groan, which crescendoed into a scream,
and I yelled and plunged deeply into her. My cock surged and
exploded inside her with spasm after spasm of ecstacy. One last
long, low groan and I felt the strength leaving my legs. I tried
to lower us to the floor as gently as I could, but it was far
from graceful as my cock fell out of her and I fell on my butt,
pulling her down on top of me. The shower dangled in front of us,
just twisting slowly, occasionally spraying our faces, but we
were too spent to care. I leaned against the wall, and Liz leaned
back against me, breathing heavily.

"Do..you..know...that...you...have just..made me come...THE
hardest..and THE longest...that I EVER. Have. In. My. Life?"

"I'm sorry. My brain was melting from the orgasm you were giving
me, and I kind of wasn't paying close attention."

She rolled over on me and smiled a happy, wet, glowing smile.
"Does this relationship have any future apart from the
mind-blowing sex?"

"I hope so...at the very least we can keep really busy trying to
top this."

"Do you need me to get off of you?"

"Oh, at some point maybe. But I'm not tired of having your naked
goodness draped over me yet."

She kissed me and struggled to her feet. "You're sweet. Do you
think you can help my naked goodness dry off and get to bed? I
don't want to turn into a prune."

"Hmmm. I'm afraid part of me is shrivelling up a bit..."

Liz picked up the showerhead, changed the spray to a gentler
setting, gave my limp penis a brief wash, then did the same to
herself.

"He could probably use a little rest. So can I." She held out her
hand to me and I wobbled to my feet, rinsing off under the spray.
We found towels and helped each other dry off, then stumbled into
the rumpled bed. I looked at her beautiful body glowing with the
flush of freshly showered, freshly fucked satisfaction, and
kissed her gently. "I'm yours", she whispered.

"I know. Let me love you." I kissed at the closest breast and
reached across to caress its twin with my hand. With a swirl of
my tongue, her nipple became erect, and she moaned.

"What are you doing to me?" I did not reply, but kissed and
suckled some more. She reached for me, and urged my head lower.
"Will you?" she whispered. "Please?" There was nothing I wanted
to do more. I moved lower to kiss at the nude vulva I'd only
briefly tasted. She moaned and mumbled something, tugging at my
shoulder and turning herself slightly.

"But I want this to be for you," I protested.

"It will be. Turn around."

I laid down alongside her, giving her access to my still flaccid
penis. She gave it a gentle kiss, cradled my balls, and stroked
toward my ass. I wasn't responding much, but her touches had no
urgency, either. I turned my attention to her slightly parted
labia, with the drops of slippery nectar forming on the inner
petals. Stroking firmly into her cleft with my tongue, my nose
pressed against her inner thighs, and my chin rubbed against the
small patch of wiry hair she'd left as adornment. I felt her
sighs of relaxed desire blowing against my pubic hair as her hand
lazily encircled my soft shaft with gentle strokes. Amazingly,
whether it was the slow intensification of her desire I felt
pressing back against my mouth, or some primal response to the
aroma of her sex, or the result of her gentle coaxing, I felt
myself gradually becoming hard again. I felt her take my swelling
glans into her warm mouth with a gentle suction, and I repaid the
sensation with firm tongue strokes on her hardened clitoris. I
loved how the slippery wetness of her labia felt against my lips.
I gently opened her vagina with a finger and pressed into the
soft ridges of her channel, making her moan and thrust slightly
back against me.

"Joel--I want you inside me when I come. Please..." I was harder
now. I started to pull back to roll on top of her, but she pushed
me back on the bed and turned herself to mount me instead. Her
slippery wetness rubbed over me, bringing my erection to fullness
again, and then engulfing me. "Yessss", she sighed softly. She
would take me fully inside and embrace me, sometimes lying still
long enough that I thought perhaps she had lost interest and was
drifting to sleep, but then pulling back, and stroking slowly
over me again. I held her ass and squeezed her gently, caressing
her thighs, and letting my hands roam to her back and breasts.

"Satisfy yourself, love...hold me inside you. Press your
sensitive places against me... Come on me. Come around me,
darling. " Eagerly she responded to my urging and quickened her
pace. Her vagina squeezed and relaxed, her hips began to swirl
and circle, grinding and pressing herself into me. I felt her
breathing quicken, then she stiffened, gave a heavy sigh, and
lowered her body onto me.

"I. Am. Satisfied. Ohh lover....oh so good. Oh don't stop. Don't
stop." She kept rocking me in a gentle rhythm, squeezing my
hardness tightly inside her. She was satisfied indeed, but
determined not to stop until she felt my climax within her. Such
loving persistence. She rocked over me and moaned, and in her
continued pleasure I reached the place where I could finally hold
back no longer. I gripped her tightly and made her hold still
against me as I arched my back and let go with a moan. Her
vaginal muscles squeezed back tightly and we felt each small
convulsion of my climax together. Finally we sighed together,
kissed, and rolled apart into sleep. Until the next time...
