I don’t usually go for guys who pick me up at a ski resort, but Enrique is an exception. I’ll be honest, he’s quite an exception. We had started chatting on our ride up the slope, and hit it off. His accent is hardly noticeable, but every once in a while, he’ll say a completely innocuous word and I can’t help but get a little turned on. We had some dinner a couple of hours ago, but I sure as hell don’t want this to end just yet. I’ve got a cabin at the resort for the weekend, and I think it’ll be nice to have some company.
The snow outside is freezing, but as we come through the door, I’m already feeling too hot in my clothes. I don’t know if it’s the roaring fire, or if it’s the two shirts, hoodie, coat, pants, snow pants, and the double layer of socks in my thick boots; but the truth is that I’m lying. I know exactly what it is, but I want to make him work for it. He’s going to have to seduce me, and that thought alone has already done half the work.
He comes inside and stomps off his boots. He unzips his coat and pulls the socks from his feet. I follow suit and undress down to one thin shirt and my jeans. I called ahead and had one of the staff members prepare the room for our arrival; so we sit on the couch in front of the fire and bask in the glow of one another’s company. He knows what I want, and I know what hasn’t left his mind, but he’s turning my own game around on me.
I have to make the decision whether or not to cave and be the seducer, but that thought comes easily. If he wants it, he’ll work for it. Otherwise, I have a perfectly good vibrator in my luggage. This is my room and not his so I stand up and pour us each a glass of wine, but I’m not planning on getting through mine. I hand him his drink and his eyes reflect the burning fire in image and desire. He takes a sip of his wine and puts his arm around my shoulders as I sit down. He sets his glass on the side table and leans back into the couch.
I rest my head against his shoulder, ignoring the fact that I’m so ready to tear the clothes from his body and ride him raw. His fingertips flicker over my skin, and he stares intently into the fire, still playing my game. I let out a hum, all too sensual for any other context and he finally drops the act. He pulls himself upright and places his hand on my cheek as he kisses me on the mouth. I had completely forgotten about my beanie hat, but he slips it off with one simple stroke of my hair.
I wrap my arms around him and passionately kiss him back. I realize that I let him sway me too easily, but in my defense, this is exactly what I want right now. His skin is hot from our proximity to the fire, but that’s not why we’re already breaking a sweat. My heart pumps madly in my chest and I straddle him, our lips still locked together.
I grind my body into his and realize that this won’t do at all. There’s too much friction, so I lean back and remove my top. He tilts forward enough to remove his own shirt and by the time it’s over his head, my bra is already off. I press my body into him, arching my back and enjoying the sweet stick of his skin against mine for a moment before I stand and unzip my pants. He leans his back into the couch, lifting his butt and undoing his pants. He slides them off, leaving the underwear for me to remove myself.
I respond in kind and leave my panties on as I climb on top of him again. I grind against his growing cock, angling myself to place the bulk of his rigidity where it can do the best work against my clit. I rock my hips slowly, grinding into him as I lean forward, giving him a close up view of my chest. I playfully swivel my shoulders, my nipples just missing his face. I let out a breath and laugh maniacally when one of my breasts catches him on the nose. I fall into him and we both laugh as he dramatically rubs the barely battered appendage.
I rest my head against his shoulder, my eyes facing his neck. I kiss him softly on his shoulder and neck, and I lean back and hold his head still as I bend down and kiss the tip of his nose, declaring the situation resolved. He chuckles and spanks me lightly on the flesh of my ass. I lift my hips and arch my back saying, “I’ve been really bad. I think I need a little bit more punishment.”
He smiles and says, “I think withholding it would make a more convincing punishment by itself.”
I gasp incredulously and say, “Well, it would be rude not to at least even it out.”
He chuckles and I wiggle my backside, egging him on. He grabs my ass with both hands. He lifts one hand and slaps the unspanked half of my backside.
Just to play with him a bit more, I let out an overly dramatic porn moan. I put my lips to his ear and say, “Oh yeah, baby. Smack that ass.” He chuckles again and rubs his hand over the stung cheek. He runs his fingernails lightly up my back and then down again. A wicked smile creeps across his lips as he twists the thin band of my thong and pulls it up just enough to thoroughly bury it. I reach behind me with one hand and slap the back of his. I bring the hand forward and pat his chest saying, “Bad.”
He chuckles, and I’ve had enough silliness for now. I move my knees toward the back of the sofa again and press my body into him as I run my fingers through his hair. I brush my lips against his and kiss his neck. He rubs my back from top to bottom and pulls my hips even tighter against his body. We share a passionate kiss and his hands are everywhere on my body. He slides his palms and fingers down my back, onto my butt, over my sides and his fingers finally find their place in my hair. He lightly presses his fingers against my scalp as he runs them through my locks.
He guides my head toward his, and he kisses my lips with a soft, but clear craving. He caresses the skin on my back as he works his way back down to my underwear. I put my knees back once more and kiss him deeply. He slides the red material down, and when they get just above my knees, I stand, grabbing the band of his boxers and pull them down as my thong falls to the ground.
I lift my arms and rotate slowly with a flourish so he can take a good look at what he has in store. I face him again and straddle his legs. I want him, and I want him now, so I spend a moment rubbing my bare, wet pussy on the underside of his cock and I grab him. I ably position myself and lower myself onto him. He puts his hands on my hips as I coat him with my moisture, slowly and finally all the way to the base of him.
I let out a pleased sigh and rotate my hips forward and back on his erection. I lean into him and he wraps his arms around my body, holding me close as I grip his hard cock with my velvet glove. I kiss him gently, longingly and this is exactly where I want to be. His strong legs serve as an excellent pad as I rise and fall onto him. He pulls me tighter and his lips graze my neck, sending chills through my body.
The air is warm, and our skin is hot pressed into one another. He closes his eyes for a minute and says in a barely audible whisper, “You feel amazing.” I smile and thank him with my gyrating hips, stirring my pussy with his full shaft. He hums softly and opens his eyes, peering intently into mine. We focus on each other, and the only thing that doesn’t move or change is that look in his eyes. He is so full of desire, and I can’t help but feel that same yearning in my body. I want to please him and he wants to please me.
He leans his head down and I straighten my back, allowing him access to my supple breasts. He polishes the most sensitive part of my nipple with his tongue between ten and two o’clock just above the flourishing bud. I whisper, “How is it that you know just what I want?”
He smiles and says nothing. He only returns his attention to my soft chest. I ride him with enthusiastic jerks of my lower body, his cock running smoothly over my g-spot when I pull myself most of the way off of him. My body shakes from the engulfing but soft pressure, and I’m about ready to come right here and now. I tell him this, and he responds with an enthusiastic, “Come. I would love for you to come.”
With that, I move my body against his, rubbing my clit against his body and he is so deep inside of me. He kisses me hard as I start to moan loudly, and my skin tingles with the touch of his fingers across my back. My consciousness almost leaves my body as the sea of pleasure consumes my entire being. I grind tightly against him and on him, and I pull away from his mouth and rest my forehead on his shoulder as I come, gasping and moaning and drenching the both of us in sweet ecstasy.
I put an arm beneath his arm and around his back, with the other I curl my fingers into his scalp and I match my contracting body with the innermost point of penetration, deep and shallow, deep and shallow. My fingers tighten as my body trembles. He kisses me as I lift my head and although the waves haven’t yet receded from shore, I tell him that I want to come again.
A proud smile sneaks up his lips and he says, “Absolutely.” He begins to lift my hips with his strong hands beneath my thighs, and I pull the arm from behind his back to work some manual magic on my responsive clit. The first orgasm has receded, but my legs continue to shake as he and I work my body into frenzied awareness.
He closes his eyes again and says, “I’m so close, but I want you to come again. I love it when you come.” He starts to breathe heavy, and I’m not about to slow down for anything.
I tell him. “I want you to come on my breasts. When you’re right there, I want you to throw me onto the couch and come all over my breasts.” The crescendo begins to build just at the thought of it, and I tell him to smack my ass again. He does, and I tell him to do it again. The sting sends just the right combination of stimuli, and I am climbing the peak again.
I put my forehead against his strong shoulder once more and the orgasm comes on so quick that I barely have time to breathe. He puts his thumbs on the bend of my legs and torso, his palms and fingers gripping my hips and he pushes me up and down on him with that eagerness in his eyes. I don’t know why I’ve ever tried to be quiet as I let a loud burst from my lungs through my vocal chords and I’m still coming as I tell him again that I want to feel his cum on my breasts.
He doesn’t waste much time and with my orgasm still going he picks me up, turns me around, sets me on the couch and pulls out of me just in time to grab himself and shoot ribbons of his warmth all over my waiting mounds. He comes so much, and I slow the circular manipulation of my clit. He’s been holding his breath, but finally releases a strained moan as the shots die down.
I lie on my back, covered in his juices and breathing heavily as I melt into the couch. He moves below my feet and collapses into his seat. I put my legs over him and we just lie there in the afterglow of each other.
I still haven’t touched my wine.
* * *
Eventually we get up and clean ourselves off. I kiss him on the lips and we get dressed. The fire is down to its last embers, and I can’t help but smile at the warmth that still lingers inside of me.
We each grab a wine glass and, satisfied that the tannins have had a chance to breathe, we take a sip. “That is lovely,” I say, looking at my glass with that strange obligatory expression of surprise that we’re trained as kids to give whenever we like something.
He smiles and sips his wine, the sinews of his arms drawing my attention as he does. When he finishes his sip, he smiles again and says, “Let’s go for a walk.”
“As long as the wine comes with us,” I say, taking another sip.
He nods and grabs his heavy clothes. We get suited up in our warm-ware, and I grab the wine bottle as we walk toward the door. The door clicks shut behind us, and we’re off in the sunset atmosphere.
My clothes are thick, but it’s his warmth that satisfies me now. There’s that something special, that electricity that comes with starting something new with someone. I hadn’t expected this when I arrived earlier in the day, but I can’t say that I wasn’t hoping for it. Life gets too lonely when you’re on a trip by yourself, and if for no other reason, it’s nice to have his company.
We walk past the gift shop and Enrique stops. He peers inside and says, “They have swimsuits? Why would they have swimsuits? It’s a ski resort.”
“Oh,” I say in a nonchalant tone, “Those are for the all-night hot tub.”
He stands up straight and grabs my hand. “Have you ever been in a hot tub in the winter?”
“I have,” I say, chuckling at his enthusiasm, “but not an outdoor one like they have here, at least not with so much snow on the ground.”
“Where is the hot tub?”
“It’s around here somewhere, closer to the hotel, I think.”
“Come on,” he says, pulling me to the entrance of the shop.
We walk inside, and I immediately spot exactly what I want. It’s a slinky bikini. I can only imagine the sensations against my nearly naked body and I take the suit off the rack. He takes a little longer than I do, trying to decide between two pairs of swim trunks, and I head to the desk to pay.
He makes his selection and meets me at the desk. I start to pull out my money, but he stops me. He says, “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t have to pay for anything.”
I like him.
He pays for our suits, and we head back to the cabin. I had almost forgotten about the open bottle of wine that I’ve been carrying since we left, but somehow the guest shop employee wasn’t the least bit bothered.
When we’re inside, I pour us each another glass of wine and Enrique says, “We can’t go now though. We should wait until it’s late. I don’t know about you, but I’d like to enjoy a private celebration.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I say, rising to my tiptoes to kiss him on the mouth.
For the next few hours we talk and drink some more wine. I sit on the couch as he builds a fire, saying, “When this fire is burned out, that’s when we should go.”
I giggle softly at his almost innocent enthusiasm for the simple act of sitting in a hot tub. We sit and talk some more as we both wait with great intention for the fire to burn out. By the time it does, I’m feeling that familiar urge growing within me. I look over to him and smile.
We change into our suits, and then layer up again before going out. It feels kind of silly getting so dressed up when we’re going to be so dressed down in a matter of minutes, but there’s something exciting and clandestine about knowing what’s underneath.
We walk to the hotel section of the resort, and it doesn’t take too long to find the hot tub. The pavement around it is dry and heated. We quickly remove our winter clothes and slip into the water. The contrast between the heat of the tub and the coldness in the air is invigorating as we adjust to the temperature.
We’re sitting in the hot tub, and he gives me that look. It’s late, and the hotel is dark and quiet, but I feel a little uneasy about doing anything out here in the open. It looks like he senses my apprehension, but slides over next to me. He kisses me lightly on the neck and whispers, “There’s no one around.” I’m nervous, but the thrill of getting caught is too tempting.
I put my arm around his shoulders and lift myself to his lap. I can feel his knob through my bikini bottoms and that familiar warmth spreads throughout my lower body. He kisses me on the cheek lightly and says, “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of everything.” With that, he looks around and puts his finger on my tummy. He slowly slides it down between my legs, and I feel my pussy course with the deluge of new blood flow, and he slips a finger inside.
The adrenaline comes instantly and I look around to see if anyone’s around, but nobody is there. I lean back and turn the knob to start the bubbles. He turns and switches on the jets with his free hand. I say, “I don’t want any to... you know... shoot up inside me.”
He chuckles and says, “Don’t worry. Lean forward.” I lean forward and he slips out from under me. He feels around for a strong jet and guides me over to it. “Now put your knees on the edge of the seat.” I do. “Perfect. Now rest your forearms on the side of the hot tub.” I do. “All right,” he says, “The important thing is the angle. You don’t have to get a liter of water in you for this to feel wonderful.” He places a hand on my lower back, right above my butt, and gently pushes me down. “What we’re trying to do is to get the water to run onto your clit from the top. That way you get the sensation, but nothing gets inside you.”
I position myself the way that he told me to. It takes a second but when I feel that hot jet rushing over my clit and my pussy... even with my bikini bottoms still on, it’s so intense that my arms go limp for a second.
“That’s the spot,” he smiles.
“I can’t help getting the impression that you’ve done this before,” I say, my eyelids fluttering. That warm massaging current is already getting me close to popping.
He smiles at me and says, “Shut up.”
“Hey!” I say, chuckling. “Well, I’m doin’ this. What are you going to do?”
“Why, give you a sensual massage of course,” he says as if it were obvious. “The best part of it,” he says, positioning himself to the side of my open knees, “is that if someone comes down and sees us in here, it’ll seem perfectly fine. They’ll have no idea that while I’m giving you a perfectly innocent massage, you’re busy getting off.”
“Well,” I say, breathing heavily and rocking my hips a little to get better overall coverage of my pussy, “What happens when I want to climb on top of you and fuck your brains out?”
“Well,” he says, putting his hands on my back, “I would imagine that in that case you could climb on top of me and fuck my brains out.”
I would laugh, but the feeling of this water is so invigorating and intense, and his strong hands massaging my back are so relaxing. My breasts are resting on the edge of the hot tub, and I slide my upper body forward a bit, pulling the fabric down far enough to expose my nipples. They press into the smooth tile, and I lift my body about an inch and cup one of my hands, spreading some of the hot tub water to make the tile even slicker. I press my breasts back onto the side of the hot tub, and enjoy the sensation of the cooling water against my erect nipples.
He wets his hands again and rubs my back and my shoulders. I would fall asleep from the comfort if it wasn’t for the continuous rhythm of water sending cold chills and a hot pulse throughout my body. There’s something so nice about being so relaxed and so invigorated at the same time, but I’m ready for more. I lean into his hands, and he lifts them as I set my feet on the bottom of the tub. I turn around and grab the side of his trunks and tear them down.
His dick pops up and before it reaches the bottom of its bounce, it’s in my hand, then my mouth. I suck him hard, breathing heavy bursts of air out of my nose. I jerk the lower part of his shaft while I imbibe the salty chlorine taste of his apex. It’s not long before he’s telling me to lie back.
Out of sheer voracity and, I’ll be honest, a little spite, I swallow his cock for another few minutes. He doesn’t seem to mind. I’m running my hand over my clit and into my pussy, and it’s still vibrating from the force of the water jet. Finally, he convinces me to lie back, and he holds me up at first, allowing me to float on top of the water, my legs wrapped around him. I just lie here supported by his hands, and he tells me to keep a good amount of air in my lungs as he lets me go.
I’m floating now, and he has his hands on my hips, not to keep me above water, but to make sure that I don’t drift away. He moves the bottom strip of my panties to one side and puts himself inside of me. I take a deep breath and I float all the way to the top of the water. He holds my body still so I don’t have to worry too much about sinking, and he moves his pelvis toward and away from me, his dick feeling so amazing after my water massage.
With one finger of one hand he lifts one side of my bikini top, just enough to expose my nipple. He says, “Don’t move too quickly, but I want you to reach your hand up to your breast and play with your nipple.”
I start to say, “Okay,” but a little too much air leaves my lungs and I start to sink. He holds tight to my hips and helps me stay afloat as I take another deep breath. The water makes a light splashing noise that’s mostly lost in the sound of the bubbles and the jets as he penetrates me so deeply. I moan in short bursts, making sure to keep my head above water. My hand finally makes its way to my nipple, and I squeeze the soft, but erect peak and that wonderful stirring grows in my chest and my loins.
He finally starts to move my body back and forth in the water, and the feeling of my hair moving, so soft and wet against my head gives me a slight but pleasant tickle as he starts to really bore into me.
I decide to try something and with one hand I plug my nose, and hold my breath as I arch my back, allowing my upper body to be fully submerged in the hot water. Everything is soft and quiet under water, even though he’s fucking me so hard, and the sound of the jets is overpowering. I relax my back and float back to the top. I let the air out of my lungs in stages, and he asks, “How was that?”
I don’t say anything but smile at him as I wipe the water from my eyes. I tell him that I want to go somewhere where I can be loud, but before he can pull out I say, “I’ve changed my mind. Tell me if you can hear this.” I’m still tightening my legs around his body, working him all around the inside of my pussy as I arch my back again. My nose is plugged, and I lean my head back so it’s nearly parallel against the wall of the hot tub and I let out the loudest scream that I can.
I have just enough air in my lungs to help me rise back to the top as I relax again. I take a big gulp of air and push him hard into me as I say, “Did you hear anything?”
He laughs and has a look on his face as if he’s just come across some hidden treasure. He says, “I could hear a little bit of a tone, but it was so quiet that I had to really listen for it.”
“And you’re right here, so just do me until I come and I’ll scream into the water.”
He smiles and runs one of his hands up my body, between my breasts, and finally to my mouth. I part my lips and suck on his finger. He leans forward a bit, putting his hand underneath the small of my back, and holds me up a little bit more. I move a hand down to my clitoris and rub the slick protrusion as it’s continually wetted by the quickly cooling water from the hot tub.
His lingam moves everywhere inside of me as I float up and down in the warmth around me. My still exposed nipple is so erect and full of contrasting sensation with the chilled water on my breast that it almost feels like snow is settling on the top of my body as the heat comes from within.
He notices me trying to glance down to my nipple and so he uses the slack from my bikini top above my left nipple and pulls the top down under my right breast. My legs begin to shake, and I know it’s not going to be too much longer until I come. I half whisper, “Fuck me harder. Fuck me so hard.” The water is washing away my natural lubrication, and so there’s an increase of friction, but his bishop is still slick enough for him to start ramming me.
Waves arise around and over my body, and every part of me is being stimulated in one way or another. I tell him to let me know when he’s about to come. I am so turned on as he takes a deep breath and nods at me with his half-closed eyes.
He looks around periodically, but it’s almost two in the morning, and nobody has been anywhere near the pool. Finally he tells me that he’s getting close. He tells me that I need to come first, so he starts rubbing my clitoris with his thumb and it’s not long before my legs begin to shake again. I twist my hips and pull him harder into me with my feet, his dick impaling my body with every thrust.
It’s one of the most difficult things that I’ve ever tried to do, trying to catch my breath enough to lay my head underwater while I’m on the upslope of orgasm, but I get a good lungful of air and arch my back. I throw my head back, almost forgetting to plug my nose, and I scream in waves as the climax breaks. I grab one of his arms and pull myself up enough to get another lungful of air, and I’m underwater again to let out another blast as the contractions take over my body. It feels like I’m coming for minutes, although I’m sure it’s only a few seconds, but my whole body jerks and tenses and relaxes and gets so hot, and I pull myself above water again.
I take a gasp of air and wipe the water from my eyes. I whimper a little from the overflow of sensual gratification, and he tells me that he’s about to come. I let my legs go lax and he releases my hips. I’m quick to my knees and I hold one hand onto my sensitive clit as I take his cock into my mouth and run my tongue furiously over the underside of him. His breath holds in his chest as the warm juice flows into my mouth. I promptly swallow and take him even farther into my mouth. His abs contract and I can’t help but chuckle a little as the hotel manager pokes his head out of the nearby door.
The End