We had been seeing each other from time to time, whenever it was possible for us to sneak away from our other lives. We would rendezvous and the result was mostly the same each time, ending in wild, passionate lovemaking. It became routine for us to rent a room from the same hotel, and we would spend hours and hours exploring each other and making each other feel completely spent and fulfilled. Nothing was left unexplored. Nothing was left unsaid. But this night started differently.
It had been a rough week, and you had been completely stressed out from your hectic job and family life, and even though you always looked forward to our nights together, tonight you were a little distant and distracted. Normally our first moments together began with an embrace and long, firm kisses that only ignited the spark of our passion, and culminated in what I can only describe as earth-shattering, mind-blowing sex at its finest. We have always been amazing together.
I suggest to you that we relax for a little bit and that you should let me try to help relieve your stress. You say to me that I am already good at helping you relieve stress, but I tell you that I have something else in mind. I was thinking of some fine red wine and an extremely hot bath together in the oversized tub in the next room. You raise one eyebrow in an intrigued expression and begin to get that smile that I love to see. The type of smile where it’s impossible to hide how much you look forward to our nights and my tender touches. I give my own smile back, and tell you to hold that thought, as I slip on my jacket, grab the key and dash out of the room.
There is a grocery store just a few short blocks from the hotel, and so I walk quickly to the store. So quickly that it might almost be considered a run, and when I get there I make a beeline for the wine selection, grabbing two bottles of the most expensive that I could find. Next, I grab some disposable plastic cups, and then, of course, a bottle of perfume scented bubble bath soap. Then it occurs to me that a few small candles might just make this scenario complete. The older lady who rings up my items takes a long look at them and then looks at me and gives a giant grin. I think she suspects what all of this will be used for. After I purchase all of these items, I find myself now actually running back to the hotel, and when I get to the room and open the door you are still in the room, but now sitting on the edge of the bed. You are happy that I was only gone for a very short time, but now we both need to be with each other, feeling each other’s warmth and intimacy.
I take your hand and lead you into the bathroom where we take everything out of the grocery bag and start to put the items to work. I start the hot water in the tub and pour in probably much more soap than is necessary, while you start to undress. You are amused at how I am hastily fumbling around the room trying to find a place for everything and my desire to make everything seem almost perfect because you know I am such a hopeless romantic. I open the packaging and place the two candles on the sink counter, and then pull out a lighter and ignite the wicks making the room begin to fill up with the lovely scent of spring rain.
I reach over and turn off the light switch, so that now the only light is from the flickering flames, making the room dim, but very romantic. You only have your high heeled shoes off at this point, but then you reach up under your skirt and begin to slowly slide your stockings down your legs and over your feet. I am having a really hard time putting all of the pieces in motion as I am overly distracted by you undressing in front of me. You know that I love it when you tease me by undressing in such a slow and seductive manner. Now I open the package of cups and one of the bottles of wine and pour into each cup until it is half full. I can’t quit looking over at you while you undress. You are so unbelievably hot that it makes me out of my head with lust, but I tell myself to calm down. This moment, this night is about you, only you.
The tub has filled up more than halfway now, but still not enough for us, and the steam from the hot water is fogging up the mirror, making the room seem almost hazy. You have your skirt pulled down now and are pulling it off over your feet, leaving only your blouse and bra still on. And I have begun to quickly take off my shoes and socks, and then my pants. My polo shirt is next, and finally my briefs. I am completely naked in front of you, and now my hands are free to help you undo your buttons, opening your blouse, and I reach both hands around your back and undo the hooks on your black lace bra. I pull it off around your shoulders revealing your full beautiful breasts, a sight I never tire of. And you help me take off the rest of your blouse and bra.
Now we are standing face to face, completely bare. On any other night I would be running my hands and mouth all over you, but tonight is about restraint, and I take your hand as I first step over the side of the tub and begin to lower myself into the water, and once I am in and sitting with my back against the back of the tub, you then carefully step over the side and lower yourself into the water resting your back against my chest with you sliding back on the tub bottom until you are in a comfortable sitting position with my legs and each side of you, and your arms resting on my bent knees.
I’m trying so hard (no pun intended) to not get fully erect yet because the closeness of you to my body and the smoothness and heat from the water feels so good right now. I know you feel it too because your nipples are hard and you slightly quiver at my merest touch, as parts of my body brush up against yours. I start to massage your back and shoulder blades with a soapy washcloth, and you make a small moan of contentment because you are feeling so good right now, and the wine isn’t hurting any either.
This feels heavenly for both of us. The closeness and the intimacy. We both let our guards down and feel so uninhibited around each other. I am washing you all over, but slowly, very carefully not to rush and always with tenderness. You accept my every gesture, anticipating the light and sometimes playful touches as I use my hands to wring out the wet washcloth over your shoulders and back, and even though I move my hands around to your breasts in order to continue to bathe you, I am not making any sexual overtures to you yet, just sensual touches as I wash and then pour a little water over you. And even when I move my hands, sliding them down your abdomen to your vagina and begin to wash tenderly with the cloth, I am careful not to try to fully stimulate you yet.
There is no difficulty in reaching around you because I am taller than you, and have long arms, so you like the feeling of having them wrapped around you, always feeling safe and warm in my arms. I also use the washcloth on your arms one at a time, going from shoulder to hand on each arm, deliberately and with attention to every part. When I get to the tips of your fingers I take my fingers and intertwine them with yours and hold your hands firmly but gently. I’ve waited tonight for the moment when I could kiss your neck and now is a perfect time, so I lean my head forward and lightly kiss that spot on your neck that always gives you goosebumps, and as I kiss you there, you start gripping my hand more firmly, showing me that you truly are enjoying the attention that I am giving you. After a moment or two, I take my hands away from yours slowly and place each hand on your thighs and then slowly run my hands tenderly down your legs toward your knees, washing each leg. As I touch your legs you start to moan just a little and spread your legs a little wider as you still sit between my legs with your back to me.
There is no more hiding the fact that this is turning me on too. All along you have been feeling my arousal for you against the small of your back, growing a little bit more as I have been moving the washcloth from one part of your body to the next. The harder I get the more you wiggle in such a subtle way against me pressing back on me playfully. You have been sipping wine out of your cup from time to time as I’ve been washing you, and you seem so much more relaxed now.
I whisper in your ear, “feeling better sweetheart?”
And you respond with a very sexy and sultry, “mmm-hmmm,” nodding your head yes.
You love it so much when I kiss and caress the back of your neck with my lips, and as I move from your neck to your left ear with my gentle and playful kisses you moan a little. This is the spot that drives you crazy. This is the spot that makes you ache with desire for me. While I focus my attention on the erogenous zone around your neck and ears, you put the cup down and take both of your hands and reach them to my hands that are close to your knees, still giving you playful touches with my fingertips. You take my hands each into your hands and then slowly and seductively guide them back to your vagina, only this time there will be no more washing. It’s very clear at this point that we’re both ready to move on from me bathing you.
You place my hands at your pussy and when I eagerly start to explore you with my fingertips you let out a little moan that is equal parts lust and relief. All of your stress and worries have melted away now, and you want to focus your emotions on me now, and be with me here and now, in this moment. Slowly and deliberately, but with ever so light of a touch, I move my fingers around you caressing your outer lips and around the opening, but not intruding yet, playfully brushing my fingertips around your clitoris as well, making you relax even further. I make a tiny and subtle circular motion with the very tip of my index finger around your clitoris that has made you wiggle a little with delight.
One of the things you like about me the most is that I have really big hands, but yet such a gentle touch, and that you have always thought from our past liaisons that I have such an amazing talent for knowing just the right spot to touch you, knowing just the right spot that drives you to the edge of ecstasy and then gives you that gentle push beyond. You love the wonderful technique I incorporate into my fingers’ motions, and it’s making you more aroused and euphoric. The fingertips of my right hand are focused on massaging and teasing your clit, while my left fingers are still lightly exploring your opening. I then start to insert my index finger into you, smoothly and timidly at first in an attempt to tease you into wanting more. I gently and deliberately move the finger in and out of you a few more times, all while I am still kissing your neck and ear, and you have raised your left arm and hand in order to reach around the back of my head, playfully, yet firmly gripping a handful of my hair, pulling my head in closer to your neck.
You let out a very sexy sigh of contentment and start to move your pelvis more in rhythm to my hands and fingers now, which are both working in perfect tandem for your pleasure, combining the deliberate circular motions of my finger that is massaging your clit and the finger that is sliding in and out of you in such a focused short fluid motion.
Keeping with that rhythm I then insert my middle finger as well, making you quiver, even more, feeling tiny little waves start to wash over you. You are so turned on at this point that you know that if I continue there will be no doubt that you will come soon, and hard. I sense your arousal and acceptance of the second finger, and after a few more seconds of sliding them in and out of you, and still continuing to circle your clitoris with the other finger, I then push them gently just a little bit deeper inside of you. You start to rock your hips and pelvis with my motion and rhythm. You can’t even remember the last time you were this turned on.
You say softly but excitedly to me, “I’m going to cum!”
And that makes me quicken my pace with the fingers of both hands just a tiny bit because it turns me on so much when you say stuff like that to me. I playfully, but oh so carefully bite your neck, not enough to even leave a mark, and as I do your orgasm wave crashes into you like an earthquake around 9 points 3 on the Richter scale. Softly and between little moans, almost breathless, you say my name out loud just once as it hits you. Your whole body forcefully shakes as you release, quaking with each passing ebb and flow of your orgasm, all while I’m still making the swirling motion around your clit and the very driven deliberate motion of my other fingers that are still inside of you.
I am still licking and nibbling at your ear when you say almost breathlessly through clenched teeth, “you make me cum so good!” still shaking all over, letting the orgasm pound you into submission.
We ride this out together, my fingers still inside of you and fingers massaging you, my mouth now kissing your neck again. After each shaking wave from your body, I teasingly move my finger just once around your clit, causing you to have a lightning fast tremor. Your left hand is still on my head, but now your right hand is grasping at my right hand, squeezing it very hard, trying to get me to stop teasing you. But a second and third time, I tease your clitoris, again making the little tremors, and you can’t take any more, the teasingly light motions are too much. Eventually, you stop shaking, and the intensity is now reduced to tiny little shocks and quivers from an after-orgasm euphoria, and you are almost completely spent. I very carefully remove my fingers from you now to avoid even the slightest brush of my fingertips on your vagina, but still causing tiny little electric aftershocks of pleasure for you.
I raise my head away from your neck some, smile, then ask you teasingly, “did you like that?” even though I already knew the answer.
Completely out of breath now you reply, “you know I did,” returning my smile with a mischievous smile of your own.
You aren’t sure if you have ever come that hard or intensely before, but all you wanted now was more. You have waited for over two weeks now since our last date, and now the wait is over. You say to me in a voice sexier than I have ever experienced before, “your turn…”
You put your hands on each side of the tub and pull yourself up to standing, but still very weak in the knees from your massively rapturous orgasm, and you turn around and then sit back down into the water, this time facing me. You slide yourself back down into the water, putting your feet on my hips and resting your knees on my thighs.
You ask me, “Would you like me to wash you too?”
“Please, ” I answer.
I am still fully erect, but I am as excited about the reciprocation of you bathing me as I am at the thought of making love to you right now. You take the washcloth and begin to wash me, first rubbing the cloth gently on my chest and working up toward my broad shoulders. After washing each shoulder you use the cloth to soap up each one of my arms. Then you put the washcloth down into the water, reaching your hands down to start washing my thighs and then knees and calves, being very determined not to touch my penis yet, saving the best for last.
You know that I am turned on beyond belief, and now you have the chance to tease me a little, and maybe even get back at me in a playful way for teasing so well when I was pleasuring you. So you move your right hand over to me and give me just the slightest hint of a touch on the head of my cock with your fingertips. I nearly jump out of my skin from the initial contact because it feels like a static electricity charge coursing through my loins. I want you to grab it and stroke it but you don’t. Instead, you immediately take your hand back a little, knowing that your touch is driving me crazy.
You have a sly smile on your face because you know that you love this just as much as I do, so you reach over again, and touch just the very tip again, giving a slight squeeze between your fingertips. It feels like I am on fire, but you let go right away again, and let out a tiny giggle. You are enjoying the power and control that you can exert over me.
“Just grab it, ” I say, but you look deeply into my eyes and shake your head no.
Oh, my god, I am going out of my mind with lust for you. You touch just the tip again and make a small subtle swirling motion with the tip of your finger at the very top of the head of my penis, and after a second or two, you stop again.
“Please?” I ask you.
“You have to ask better than that,” you reply to me, never looking away from my eyes, still sporting that clever mischievous smile.
All I can muster in a groaning tone is, “I want you now. On top of me…”
You say, “Say my name when you tell me how you want me.”
I am almost delirious from the heat in the room, the water, the steam, your body, our passion… I tell you, “Zoe, I want you to fuck me.”
You reach over and grip my shaft very hard and say, “Not good enough… You know what I want to hear…”
I can’t take another minute of not being inside of you, and you have slowly been tightening your grip on my cock, driving even further to fuel my need for you. “I want you to sit on me, Zoe. Let me fuck you, now.” Those were the magic words.
You release my cock from your surprisingly strong vice grip, and then you place your left hand down on the tub and push yourself up as I push in farther towards you until our bodies meet. You raise up even slightly more to accommodate our height difference and then reach down between my legs with your right hand and grab my swollen cock and guide it towards you and then lower yourself down on top of me. I enter you so slowly but pleasurable that we both almost cry out in absolute bliss. I slide into you as deep as I possibly can as you come to rest in the sitting position. Neither of us wants to move just yet.
We just sit in that position for a few moments languishing in the feeling of me inside of you, filling you up, and you completely enveloping me in a perfect union of flesh and lust as if your very soul was attempting to embrace me. Both of your arms are around my shoulders, with you clinging to my body, pressing your chest tightly against mine. You are staring deeply and intensely into my eyes, and I cannot look away or break your gaze.
I push my face closer to yours and I say, “Kiss me.”
Your lips are tingling with the anticipation of another long wet passionate pairing of our lips, tasting each other’s warmth and energy. Our lips meet, firm and wet, you push your tongue into my lips and mouth where I accept your gentle probing, completely enjoying the moment when our tongues touch. You are always such an amazing kisser.
This is when you slowly start to wiggle your hips and begin to move up and down on me. It is a combination of the water and your own wetness that enhances our every push and pull, allowing us to slide so perfectly together, in and out, back and forth. The rhythm of our lovemaking is deliberate, yet intense. Sweet, yet almost scandalous, as you begin to increase the speed and pressure of your pelvis grinding down onto me. With each and every down stroke you add a very slight forward push with your pelvis that is making me almost yell out from the ecstasy. My hands are down around your hips pulling you in towards my hips at the same time, gripping you to the point of almost bruising you, but not quite.
You are even more turned on by the almost animalistic state that you are putting me in, as you pull my body even tighter to you, your breasts mashed against my chest, your hands clutching at my neck and the back of my head. We continue to kiss sporadically through our act, but our labored breathing and fluid motion are making it harder to concentrate on anything other than the lustful act itself. I’m going to cum and it’s too late to stop it. I’m only going to last for a few moments more, and so I thrust myself into you in the way that only a woman knows when a man is going to explode. Your arousal has reached its peak again too. You anticipate my orgasm, and you know you will quickly answer it with your own. You quietly and deliberately drop, forcing yourself down onto me in one final push, tightening your vagina around my cock, as if to extract the orgasm from me forcefully.
Putting your mouth next to my ear, you whisper to me, “I want you to cum inside of me.”
Hearing that immediately puts me into a sexual frenzy as I pulse into you. I can’t wait any longer, and I gasp out, “I’m cumming!”
As if on queue, you begin quaking again, and your orgasm hits you with the force of a moving car, both of us feeling as if the whole room is about to explode. I shoot my entire load into you, letting out one final gasp, as you shake with each and every throbbing push into you, making you bite down on my neck to stifle a scream. We slow our bodies as the waves subside, still holding each other tight, still on fire from the heat of our lust, both of us completely spent, satisfied beyond words. You gave me, without a doubt, the single greatest orgasm that I have ever had, and as we hold each other we very slowly and quietly slip back into reality. The bath water has really grown cold, but in our feverish lovemaking, we couldn’t have noticed.
We pull back away from each other, still continuing to hold hands, sitting there for a moment staring into each other’s eyes.
I say, “It’s getting a bit chilly in here,” as I make a gesture toward the cooled bath water.
You don’t say a word. We are kindred spirits, so comfortable with each other that sometimes we don’t even need words to convey thoughts or feelings to each other. You start to stand up and reach over and pull a towel off of the towel rack.
I hold my hand out to stop you, and I say, “Let me…” And I take the towel from your shivering hands.
I step around behind you and wrap the towel around your body, embracing you from behind, trying to warm both of us. I grab another towel and wrap it around my waist, then I take your hand again and lead us back to the bed in the main room. I drop my towel onto the floor, pull back the blankets, and ease into bed, pulling your hand towards me. You let your own towel fall to the floor and then slide in under the blankets next to me. I look over at the clock. We still have a few more hours to spend together, and I want to continue to touch you, and hold you, and kiss you every single moment until we must part ways again.
We pull the blankets up over our heads and then embrace each other. It seems as though your shivering has finally stopped, our arms wrapped around each other beginning to slowly warm each other up again. Again, unspoken, we know that this will lead to more lovemaking before the night is through because we are truly insatiable kindred spirits.
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