The hotel room door shuts with a resounding click, she knows there is no turning back now. She stands reluctantly near the door, unsure as to whether or not she can do as he has bid her. Looking over her shoulder, she sees his eyes, unwavering, unrelenting, and knows she does not have a choice.
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A noise alerts her and she looks up to see another patron of the hotel walking towards them, he smiles politely as he passes, and she feels her blood rush to her cheeks. Gripping the towel tighter in her hand that he allowed her to wrap around her waist, she takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh of resignation, one step, then two. He walks behind her as they make their way down the corridor, hears him murmur a polite “Hello” to fellow patrons as they pass.
She feels the weakness in her legs, the dizziness in her head, feels her body responding to the slight movement of the fabric as she walks. positive that someone, anyone would see through the towel. Her mind drifts back to the moments before they left the room…..
“But I can’t possibly leave the room like this!”. “You can, and you will now turn around.” A nice, relaxing dip in the hot tub sounded so inviting, to sit and let the water take away the rush of the day.
She had undressed in front of him, as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched her. She always had to undress, then dress in front of him, he liked to watch. As she stepped into the one-piece suit, she saw his eyes darken, that familiar look, knew that he had something in mind for her, and she felt trepidation, excitement at what he might have in store. As she pulled the straps up over her shoulders, he stood up and walked around behind her, his hands upon her shoulders.
His hands fell down her arms, to encircle her waist, then travel to her hips, cupping her buttocks. She felt his fingers slide under the stretchy fabric, then tug until he had wedged the fabric between her cheeks, and pulling back, she felt it slip between the lips of her pussy. A deep, ragged breath escaped from his lips as he told her, “You will leave the suit the way it is, and you will walk in front of me down to the hot tub.”
She turned her head to mutter a protest and he placed his finger over her lips. “Do as you are told, and I will allow you this… ” He walks to the bathroom to retrieve a small towel, returning to wrap it around her waist. She gripped it with her fist and held it to her, her cheeks red with her indignance. He simply smiled at her and opened the door of the hotel room, awaiting her exit……………
As they near the lobby, she sees very few people milling about. The hour is somewhat late, 10:30 pm, and mutters a small prayer of thanks as she sees a sign in front of them, pointing left, the way to the hot tub and sauna.
They turn the corner and to the immediate left is the room they are looking for. The room is wood-panelled, and the aroma of cedar assails her senses. She looks right and sees the controls for the hot tub, a door to the sauna, and to her left one entire wall is covered in mirrors. Bare feet on the cold tile floor, she walks cautiously into the room, expecting to see people enjoying the amenities, wondering how she is going to remove the towel in front of anyone. There is a cover over the hot tub, and it is shut off. They are alone in the room. She smiles in relief and turns to look at him.
She is safe and free to enjoy some time alone with him. She takes a step toward him to reach for the door to the room and he grasps her wrist. “The door will stay open.” Somewhat disappointed that they won’t have complete privacy, she lets go of the door and walks closer to the water. He moves around her and removes the cover, then turns on the jets. The roar of the bubbles in the wood and tile room echoes through her body, and she feels the vibration through the floor.
Water. He knows her weakness for water, and yet he keeps the door open. She looks at him, somewhat annoyed. When she realized no one was here, she thought perhaps they could take advantage of the situation and enjoy some time alone, in the perfect setting for one of her favourite fantasies.
Unable to understand why he wouldn’t feel the same way, she sighs softly to herself and decides to enjoy the water. She loosens her grip on the towel and lets it fall from one side. She turns around to place it upon the wooden bench lining one wall. She instinctively reaches to pull the fabric from between her cheeks, and hears an emphatic “NO!”.
Her hands immediately fall away, dangling at her sides as she feels shame at her forgetfulness. She turns to face him, as he walks toward her.
He stops beside her and leans in to place a soft kiss on her lips, forgiving her for her indiscretion. He takes her hand in his and leads her down the few steps into the roiling water. Still holding her hand, they sit on the concrete bench that surrounds the inside of the tub.
She smiles at him, adoring him, squeezing his hand lightly. He rewards her with a smile in return, as they sit for a few moments in silence, enjoying the soft sounds of the water, the soothing effects of the bubbles on their skin.
Her head falls back, her eyes close. Just to her right, at the base of her back, she feels a water jet. The power of it intrigues her as she moves a hand to play with the water, diffusing it so that the bubbles move outwards, to tickle her back. She turns her head to look at him, his eyes closed.
She scoots over a few inches, her hand still in his so that she is sitting right in front of the jet. The pressure of the water is great enough that she feels it moving the fabric of her suit at her sides. Immediately her mind starts to work, and she moves her free hand to her back, to hold the fabric away from her skin. She feels the bubbles go down the back of her lowcut suit, and around her sides to make their way up the front.
It’s as though a million tiny fingertips are dancing over her skin. Over her ribs, to the underside of her breasts, to the hollow between them, up and out of her suit to the surface of the water. She pulls her hand from his without looking to him for a reaction, and pulls at the fabric over her breasts, giving the bubbles a clearer path over her skin.
She feels the sensation over her nipples now, all over her breasts, some of the bubbles popping against her skin as they get trapped against the underside of her breasts. A smile plays across her lips as she once again closes her eyes, her head falling back to rest on the tile floor surrounding the hot tub.
So entranced with the delicate feeling of the water she is, that she does not feel him move from her side. As her body responds to the light caressing of the bubbles, she feels the lips of her pussy swell, reminding her of the tightness of the fabric between them. Her clit now exposed to the fabric, it presses tightly against it.
Without thought, her hips begin to rock slightly, the fabric tightening and loosening as she moves. Lost in her arousal, she jumps as she feels a hand on her thigh. She lifts her head and opens her eyes to see him kneeling in front of her in the water. His eyes dark, he takes her hand and leads it to his erection, showing her how her movements have affected him. He knows her well, knows her affliction for water, knew she could not resist.
She had played right into his hands! Keeping the door open was another part of his plan. Had he called down to reserve the room? Or was it purely coincidence that they should be alone? All of her questions forgotten the moment she touches his hardness, they are replaced with gratitude, excitement, arousal.
He closes her eyes at her touch. A small shudder from his body moves the water around them and she smiles at the power he allows her. His hand still holding hers, she moves her fingers to caress him through the fabric of his suit, only to have her hand-pulled free from his body and moved to her side. He lets go of her and tells her to kneel on the concrete bench.
On her hands and knees, she awaits his further instruction, unsure of what his plans are, but knowing he definitely has something in mind.
He grasps her wrists in his hands and places her hands upon his shoulders, still kneeling in front of her. One hand moves to spread her legs farther apart on the bench, and in doing so she feels the water jet upon the back of her thigh.
So close it is to that sensitive spot on the inside of her thigh, right at the top that she moves accordingly, to feel the water against that one spot, so very sensitive. He smiles his approval at her as she searches his face for his acceptance of her movements.
He kisses her softly, his tongue lightly playing across her lips, delving gently into the warmth of her mouth. She feels his hands upon her back, one hand caressing her the cheek of her ass, moving to run a finger under the fabric tucked between her cheeks. Sliding his finger down, he pulls the fabric aside, out of its resting place between the lips of her now swollen pussy. “I want the waterjet to hit your clit, move until you feel it there.” She willingly does as he bids her, lost in the headiness of the steam from the water, her arousal, the scent of the wood, the excitement of the open door.
The pressure from the jet against her clit immediately sends her body into spasms. Wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her hips buck erratically as the steady, constant pressure of the water pulsates over her clit. The bubbles spreading over her lips, her skin tingling with the thousands of tiny bubbles, like a thousand feathers tickling her flesh.
She takes shallow, staggering gasps against his lips as he continues to kiss her lightly, his own breath coming quickly now as he sees her reaction. The waves of pleasure increase, strengthening with each spasm, building, almost the point that she can take no more. He holds the fabric of her suit still in his hand, not allowing her to move from her position, his own shoulders pressing against hers.
She murmurs against his lips, her head shaking from side to side, “Baby, please, oh please, I can’t… ” Her only response from him is his ragged breathing.
He tightens the grip on the suit. Her orgasm building to a height she has never been to, a plaintive moan escapes her lips, she wants so badly to end this excruciating pressure upon her clit, but at the same time aches to feel her release.
She falls, blindly into her orgasm, conscious only of his mouth over hers, his lips muffling her cries.
Again and again, she feels spasm after spasm, wave after wave, slowly subsiding to a small tingling. As though being jolted from a dream, she realizes the door is still open and furtively searches for prying eyes, a suprised patron, an entranced employee of the hotel lurking in the doorway.
Nothing. Silence. She looks into his eyes with a sigh of relief and flushes as she recalls her moans of pleasure. So totally lost in her own pleasure was she that she forgot everything but the water and his touch. She lowers her eyes, and feels his finger under her chin, to lift her eyes once again to his.
“My little mermaid, you are my fantasy…….. ” He lifts her from the bench as she wraps her legs around his waist. He moves to sit down, with her kneeling in his lap. Facing the mirrored wall, she sees her flushed cheeks, her rosy lips, and smiles her satisfaction. Once again, he has become her fantasy come true.
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