Hot Tub
The water glistened, reflecting the light from a bright moon, a million stars
and the candles that ringed the hot tub. The air carried both the evening
coolness of a mountain night in springtime and the electric charge of
anticipated passion. This night had been a long time in coming.
I sat in the tub, my head back, gazing at the points of light in the sky. They
were as many as the wishes we had made, the dreams we had shared, the words of
passion we had exchanged but never experienced. I reached for my glass, and as
I sipped the last of the tawny, smoky port wine and savored its flavor, you
walked out onto the deck. I felt my head beginning to spin as my mind
struggled to comprehend the stunning beauty before me.
Your skin shone like alabaster, reflecting the moon. The candlelight danced in
your auburn hair, and your blue eyes reflected the starlight in the sky and the
passion in your heart. Your nakedness swept over me like a wave, engulfing me,
drowning me in an ocean of erotic desire. I could feel myself stirring, my
cock hardening at the actual sight of what for so long had been a dream, a
vision, now real and beyond expectation.
Slowly you walked toward me, your beautiful breasts swaying softly, and as you
drew near I could see the large, dark, erect nipples anticipating the caresses
to come. I watched entranced as you gently step in to the warm water of the
tub and move ever closer. I am mesmerized by your beauty, and we stare deeply
into each other's eyes as you draw ever closer, closer.
As you reach me I fight the impulse to crush you in my arms. "Patience," I
tell myself. "That will come." I am determined to savor, not devour, your
beauty.
My hand reaches out and finds yours, and I lead you into me, close, but not
touching. For a moment we simply stare at each other, unbelieving that this is
truly happening. Then, the magical communication between us takes over, and I
draw you gently to me, your breasts pressing against my chest. My lips find
yours and we kiss, a gentle, probing touch which grows slowly and easily into a
passionate embrace. And it is as we always knew it would be; a perfect fit,
mouth to mouth, body to body, heart to heart and soul to soul.
Our lips probe and taste each other, tasting the sweetness of the passion that
existed between us long before we touched. The kiss is long and slow and
exquisite, neither of us wanting it ever to end. The pressure between our lips
throbs with intensity, one moment light as a gentle caress, the next hard with
unfulfilled passion and longing. Our tongues begin their desperate search, and
when they meet the shock is palpable, running through us simultaneously and
causing us to tighten our embrace.
My cock is rock hard, pressed tightly against the soft mound of your pussy. My
hands slide down your back and grip your buttocks, pulling you even closer
against me. It is as if we are trying to merge our very beings, pressing
ourselves so close together so that our very essences become one. This is the
kiss we both knew always existed but had, until now, never found. Mouth to
mouth, tongue to tongue, chest to breasts, cock to pussy. It is complete, it
is total, it is everything. And yet, it is only the beginning.
Slowly, my mouth slides from yours, impatient to taste all of you. My lips
move to your neck and I begin to plant slow, gentle kisses along the nape you
your neck, savoring the softness of your skin against my lips, the sweet smell
of your flesh filling my lungs.
My lips trace their way down your neck, across your soft shoulders glistening
in the moonlight, and then downward, burying themselves in the fullness of
your breasts. They trace the strong but gentle curves, seeking, seeking, until
they find the hot hardness of your nipples. And there my lips are in heaven,
savoring the swelling as they suck and pull at your beautiful nipples. My
tongue will not be denied as it licks and flicks, encouraged by the soft moans
coming from you. I am a man obsessed, and my hands move up to cup your large,
beautiful mounds. My mouth moves from one nipple to the other, gently licking
and sucking, feeling them swell between my lips. As I suck, you tilt your head
back and thrust your hips even tighter against me, slowly rubbing the mound of
your pussy against my cock. Our very beings ache for each other.
Your hands reach out and pull my face from your breasts, not to deny me, but
because your desire to kiss me now overrides all reason. You hold my face in
your hands and kiss me, hard, urgently, with a passion I have never experienced
before in my life. As my hands move around your waist yours encircle my neck,
and we kiss the kiss of forever. And then, slowly, instinctively, we move
together in a slow, easy circle, dancing the dance of passion. There is no
music except that which we have found in our hearts, and yet we dance on,
moving unconsciously in perfect harmony.
I find myself facing the outside of the tub, and I slowly pull away, gently
pushing you back and down, so that your hard and shoulders rest on the edge of
the tub while the rest of you is immersed in the warm churning water. Then I
sink to my knees and, using the buoyancy of the water, easily raise your hips
until that sweet, delicious pussy is directly before me. I gently kiss your
thighs, the soft curls of your mound. And then my tongue begins to trace along
the lips of your pussy, licking slowly and lightly along the entire length, and
then retracing the delicious path, up and down the length of your pussy lips
again and again. My tongue moves up and probes deeper, searching and finding
the hot hardness of your clit. You gasp as my tongue begins to lick and
massage the centerpoint of your passion, and soon my tongue is joined by my
lips as they suck slowly and sweetly on you. I can taste your passion, I can
hear your moans, I can feel you shudder with pleasure as I suck your clit. I
leave your clit, but only to search lower and deeper, to stick my tongue deep
inside your pussy, and as I do. you rise from the water, thrusting your pussy
against my face to pull me deeper inside you. I look up as see you watching
me lick and suck you, your eyes on fire with erotic feelings, your hands
cupping and squeezing your breasts and nipples.
I sense that you are quickly moving toward an orgasm, and I become ever more
intense in my oral caresses, wanting only to make you cum. But then, for the
first time since you entered the tub, you speak to me. "Oh, Rusty," you say,
gasping with pleasure. "Please fuck me. Please fuck me. I want you inside of
me when I cum." And as much as I want to make you cum with my mouth, I know
that I will do that soon and must be patient, and that for now I only want to
give you what you want.
Slowly, I rise from the water. The heat of our passion makes my skin
impervious to the cool night air. The warm water of the tub cascades down my
body as I stand, and my cock emerges, strong and hard and ready for you. Your
head and shoulders still rest on the edge of the tub as I reach down and grasp
your buttocks and raise your hips lightly and easily until your pussy emerges
from the water near my cock. The candlelight reflects off the water caught in
the soft, auburn curls of your mound, sparkling, the jewel of my passion.
With your legs spread on either side of me I move to you, my cock brushing
through the curls of your mound. I want you more than I have ever wanted
anything in my life, but I cannot, will not, rush this exquisite moment. I
move my hips so that my cock rubs across your pussy and on your thighs, and
then along the groove formed by the lips. The not wetness of your pussy
lubricates the movement as I slide along and into the crack formed by the lips
of your pussy, massaging your clit with my cock.
Then, moving my hips back and raising you slightly, I find the opening of your
pussy and slowly slide my cock inside you, savoring the incredible pleasure as
inch by inch I bury myself inside you. Before I am all in I stop, drawing back
until only the head of my cock remains inside, and then again, slowly, thrust
forward, this time deeper. Again I stop and draw back, but quickly thrust
forward again, burying myself deeply and totally inside you. As with all else,
we are a perfect fit, and your pussy feels as if it was molded to fit me. The
heat from the water is nothing compared to the heat inside you. My cock
tingles and pulses from the warmth of your passion.
I begin to thrust, and you meet me with your hips, drawing me deeper inside.
As we fuck we stare into each other's eyes, oblivious to anything but the
pleasure, the passion, the perfectness of what we are experiencing. At first,
our movements remain slow and easy, hiding the intensity of the pleasure. But
soon you close your eyes and sign, then moan deeply, setting me on fire. I
begin to thrust harder and faster, sensing that you are getting close and
wanting to take you over the edge. I feel the urgency building inside of me as
well, swelling from my groin and flooding my entire being.
Our motions quicken instinctively yet we remain as one, moving perfectly in
time together as you thrust your pussy forward to meet my cock as it surges
deeply into you. If we could hear, we would recognize the sounds of my hips
slapping against your thighs, my balls hitting your ass, my cock shoving deep
inside. If we could hear we would recognize the urgency of the moans and cries
coming from our throats, signaling the approaching orgasm. But we have lost
all hearing, knowing only the incredible sensation of touch - feeling the
pleasure coursing though us - and sight, our eyes devouring the incredible
beauty as we watch each other receive the pleasure we are giving.
Suddenly I realize that I have crossed the threshold, that I can no longer hold
back and my orgasm cannot be denied. I panic inside, not wanting to leave you
wanting. But in the next instant my deafness is broken by your cries as your
orgasm begins to sweep over you. Your moans rise in intensity and volume and
you cry out, trembling. The sign and sound and feel of you cumming carries me
with you, and I explode. The intensity is so great I fear I will pass out, but
I can only ride the surge as my cock explodes inside your pussy. I arch my
back and my head goes as I make the final thrust that drives me to your
innermost places.
We are frozen in time. Perhaps it is only seconds or minutes, but in that time
an eternity of wanting and needing and hoping and longing is fulfilled for us.
Whatever the sorrows and frustrations of the past or the uncertainties of the
future, for that moment, and for all eternity, we are one.
