Message-ID: <24293asstr$959335803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000526044231.24262.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Barbara B" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} Hot Water (M/F) Date: Fri, 26 May 2000 06:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, english This is a new story by me Babs B. Please do not post this story anywhere, even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach at Babs42ne@hotmail.com Hot Water by Babs "Meet you at the hot tubs at noon, babe," your voice on my pager commanded. "You're beautiful." The message was as usual terse and you sounded like you were in a hurry which didn't surprise me. You're a very busy man with many irons in the fire, as they say, and I like that part of you that isn't idle or slovenly. Well, actually the part I really like is that even with all that intense activity in your life, you are careful to set aside quality time with me. You seem to know how important it is to keep the connection strong, not taking me for granted. Knowing that if I'm happy, you're going to get what you want and need, you make the effort to keep me content. It's more than those old aphorisms "You reap what you sow" or "What goes around comes around." It's more like the one that goes, "Fill a woman above the brim with love of herself, and all that runs over will be yours." (Charles Caleb Colton) You are a wise man to follow that adage. Being the first one to arrive, I am sitting in the lobby on the overstuffed sofa waiting for you, my little black bag of tricks and goodies next to me. I'm glad we come to this spa. It's so classy. Each room is unique, decorated around a theme with lovely furnishings. We've tried several rooms and I wonder which one you've reserved for today. Will it be the one with a waterfall, the one where everything is made of wood or a new one? I pick up a magazine to flip idly through the pages when I see you coming toward the glass door. You've left your suit coat in the car and as you approach the building, you're removing your tie. You look very sexy undressing before you even arrive. I try not to reveal how exciting you look stripping on your way here, but I suspect my eyes give me away as you come through the door and flash me that big smile that always makes me automatically reply in kind. I stand up and we move to the counter where you make the final arrangements before we are lead to our room and given big luxurious towels and robes. "I trust this be all right?" the attendant asks. In the other rooms we've tried, you step down into the lovely tiled tubs. In this one there are two beautiful wooden tubs, one a hot tub and the other a cold plunge. Overhead is a skylight. The room is breathtaking. It was obviously designed with a Roman theme and is adorned with a fountain with a lion's head. In addition to the shower, rest area and tubs, there is an adjacent steam room adding to the ambiance. "Yes, it'll be fine," you reply while I am jumping up and down inside at how attractive it is. As the doors close behind us you throw the robes on a chair laughing, "We won't be needing these," and then you turn to give me a big hug and a quick kiss. As you begin to undress I take out several candles from my bag and begin telling you about my day. As I light the candles, I complain about the fact that my right front tire still has a slow leak because even though they tried to fix the hole from that bolt I picked up the patch is too large and is just not sealing. Out of the corner of my eye I notice that you're nearly completely unclothed and are sitting down on the little settee removing your socks. You mutter something about maybe I should get a new tire and I -- while placing the candles around the hot tub -- tell you that yes that will no doubt be what I have to do. You've relaxed with your arm over the little sofa back with your legs stretched out, and I pretend that I don't notice that you're watching me as I continue with my monologue. I tell you about all the details with the new administrator who is very controlling and is beginning to alienate everyone. As I describe the annoyance of the office staff, I lift up each of my legs -- probably a little higher than necessary giving you a glimpse of what's beneath my skirt -- to remove my shoes and place them neatly on the floor. Then, as I tell you how each "camp" is attempting to draw me into the fray, I place my left leg up on a stool and pull my skirt up to my thigh, beginning to undo my nylon from its garter. I take lots of time unfastening and slowly rolling the nylon down my leg with my toe pointed -- all the while mimicking the words that have been told to me "in secret." You just watch and say, "uh huh," at appropriate times. I place the nylon in a shoe and do the same slow removal of the other nylon continuing to describe the petty office problems. The smell of the aroma candles is filling the air. I selected ones called "romance" wondering if they would enhance the mood and I am beginning to think I made a good choice because -- well, at least I am feeling more romantic. I walk over to the candles, lean over sticking my butt out and sniff the candles. "Don't these smell wonderful?" I ask. I know that you're looking at the outline of my ass as the skirt drapes over its form. "Uh, yeah," you reply as I stand back upright and return to where I was undressing. As I do so I notice out of the corner of my eye that your dick is responding favorably to my movements. I begin again telling you about how the administrator called me in to talk to me, and as I do this I slowly pull my cashmere sweater over my head. I was facing you but as I take it off I turn around so you only get a glimpse of my breasts in my bra. I neatly fold the sweater my back to you. I chose a lacy white bra this morning and it is just a tiny bit small so my breasts seem to bulge out giving me more cleavage. At this point in my story as I turn back around, I tell you that the administrator started crying and I lean over slightly laughing -- supposedly at her -- but really so that I can reveal even more of my breasts. I make a quizzical face -- grinning -- timing this part of the saga purposefully to confuse you. I know that you will want to tell me how a management person is supposed to behave in such a circumstance, but that your brain will have trouble forming the words as this half-naked woman stands in front of you leaning over tempting you. Oh, it's so cruel to tease. And sure enough, you sit up a little straighter in your seat and begin by saying she obviously doesn't know that she's the one in charge and that she should.... I place my weight on one foot while stretching the other out a bit to the side. Putting one hand on my hip, I position the other on my tummy, stroking it lightly. With a serious look on my face and my head tipped to one side, I appear to be paying close attention to what you're saying because I am nodding at appropriate times. But in reality I am enjoying playing with you as I notice your eyes moving from my face to my breasts to my tummy and back up again, all while you're trying very hard to outline appropriate business behavior. Eventually I turn around again, my back to you, and start telling you some more details. You seem to be grateful that the pressure is off your brain to form coherent sentences, and you are quiet as I continue the tale telling you some of the suggestions I made to her. As I say the words I continue my strip by slowly removing my skirt. I stay bent over a tiny bit longer than necessary, my butt not two meters from your face, and then I stand up to fold my skirt. My back still to you, I tell you about the letter the staff has written to her boss as I reach around and undo my garter belt, carefully removing it from my panties and putting it on the pile. I tell you who signed the letter and who did not even though you don't have any idea about whom I'm talking. All the while that I am strolling back over to the candles and sniffing them again, you're nodding your head trying very hard to pay attention, but I notice your dick is once again responding enthusiastically to the visual image before you. Still in my white satin panties and bra I return to the black bag -- perhaps only slightly exaggerating my walk swinging my hips -- to remove some bathing gel and shampoo placing them near the shower and a bottle of lubricant putting it at the rest area. And now I am nearing the end of the story, and I come to stand in front of you. I see that you're eyes are dilated, but you're still trying hard to follow the conversation. "As I got up to leave, I don't know, I just felt like she needed a hug," I say emphasizing the last word. I see your brow furrow, as if you were suddenly understanding something important that I've said, and your brain records, <> You rise up and take me into your arms. I return your embrace but then I move away from you, over to where my clothes are folded on the chair. I slowly remove my panties, watching you standing there with your cock almost fully erect. As I lay my panties on the pile with one hand I use the other to reach down and rub my pussy. Your grin gets bigger and you move your hand to your cock, stroking it. After I reach around, undo my bra and place it on the pile, I move my hands to my breasts and massage them. You come over to me, your cock very hard now. As you take me into your arms for another squeeze, I brush my arm over your dick and I think I hear you whisper, "Thank you," in my ear, but I'm not sure. "Let's shower," I suggest, "before we get in." You turn on the stream of steamy water and ease under it getting entirely wet. I move nearby watching you as you blow bubbles, your head under the spray. You reach out your hand and pull me into the waterfall. We stand there side by side letting the warm water wash over us. I reach down to get the shampoo and as I do I feel your hand getting a quick feel of my pussy from behind. This is a new herbal shampoo that smells like ginger. I pour some into my hand and reach up to place it in your hair. As I scrub your head I suddenly have this vision of you returning to work, smelling delightfully of ginger and your colleagues looking at you askance thinking, "Now where has he been?" This image makes me smile as I massage your head. You stand quietly enjoying the attention. Then you reach down to get the shampoo and -- tit for tat -- I reach between your legs and give a gentle squeeze to your balls. You jump a little but are grinning as you pour shampoo onto my hair. As you rub it in I am glad that I have such short hair. I only cut it this short a couple years ago, but I really like it because it is so easy to maintain. And you seem to like it too as it doesn't take a lot of upkeep after a pretty sweaty, vigorous romp in bed. As I push my face into the water to rinse off the shampoo, I feel your hands lathering me up with the ginger body gel. You begin by washing my back and shoulders. Then your hands move down and around my hips, creating lots of bubbles. You move your hands to my tummy and then up to my breasts, adding more soap and making more lather. I'm relishing the feel of your hands and want some action too, so I take the gel and apply it to your chest, shoulders, neck. I wash your back while facing you, paying special attention to your butt, rubbing my finger along the crack. You are beginning to get aroused again. Then I reach around you and push my body against yours. My soapy breasts and your soapy chest are almost frictionless as we brush against each other. You put your arms around me and press us together even harder squishing my breasts and adding to the sensation for us both. You lower your hands to the top of my hips as I begin to swing them back and forth against you. With your hands still on my hips, I turn around, arch my back and press my butt up against your erection, swinging my hips from side to side. I can feel your hard erection against me and your hands getting ready for more action, but I turn around and take your now throbbing pole in my hand, stroking it up and down. You reach down and kiss me. "I want to get in that warm water now," I announce moving away from you toward the hot tub. I can tell that you would rather continue where we are, but you nonetheless follow me. We ease into the water. They don't call them hot tubs, for no reason. The water feels like it is at least 10 degrees above 98.6 F. I love it even though I expect it may be a bit too warm for your taste. You turn on the air jets and we settle onto benches opposite one another. My eyes are half closed as I enjoy the soothing warmth. You reach over to touch me and I open my eyes and smile. You stand up and I know what you want. I stand too. You turn me around and, feeling my pussy you direct me/her over one of the water pressure jets. I remember the first time you did this to me. I found it incredibly exciting because I had never experienced it before. Standing behind me you have me kneel on the bench, legs extended, my pussy in direct line with the forceful water. Then you take my breasts and begin fondling them while you kiss, lick, nuzzle and gently bite my neck. Such intense pleasuring in all the right places is incredibly stimulating. It is a totally different sensation than a hand or a toy. It is hard, continuous pressure in just the right spot. I begin to breathe deeply as you move your hands down to my waist and then up my sides and back over my breasts, all the while holding me against the water jet. I feel my orgasm coming and when it does my voluntary muscles relax as my involuntary ones take over. As I begin to collapse into this sweet bliss, you urge me back up. I gain some control and try to back away but you're stronger than I and you move your hand to my pussy, continuing to rub her as you once again position me onto the water jet, your arms around my waist. I try to arch my back and maybe even resist a little, but in reality I want this next orgasm because I know it will be even stronger than the first. There is also a thrill for me in surrendering to your "demands" that I remain positioned as you have directed until once again my body shudders. I hear myself let out a cry of pleasure. Only then do you let me move away. As I turn around, you plant your mouth on mine for a kiss -- a delicious kiss with your lips on mine, your tongue in me. Having been in the water long enough to suit yourself, you climb out to sit on the edge, your feet and lower legs still in the tub. I come over to you. With most of me remaining submerged in the water I begin by rubbing along the tops of your thighs until I get to your dick. He's pretty limp now, due to the relaxing nature of the hot water. As you reach down to grope my breast, I take your flaccid cock in my hand for some gentle encouragement. He doesn't need a lot and soon is becoming harder. I look up at you as I stick out my tongue to lick the end. Over the top, round and round the head I lick, getting more and more saliva to make him more and more slippery. Then I take the head only into my mouth and suck hard, rubbing my tongue over the surface. Enjoying this show you lean back onto your hands to watch. I make a circle with my thumb and forefinger to encircle the shaft. Then I begin a rhythmic rubbing up and down, up and down while I suck only the end. I move my hand faster and faster and suck harder, using my tongue to give you added sensation. Your legs are restless. As I sense you are about to cum I stop sucking and move my hand more slowly, looking up at you. You get up taking me with you and guide me to the rest area. I get up on the bed/table sitting on the edge. The bed is just the right height for you to stand and fuck me. But you start by leaning over and licking my pussy. Possibly because she tastes so antiseptic now you don't linger there long. Instead you reach for the oil and pour some over her massaging her and adding more lubrication. I am leaning back resting my weight on my hands as you enter me. With you standing, we both get to watch as you move your very hard dick in and out of me. Your strokes are slow at first as we both get to see him disappearing into my depths then reappearing. As you continue, my body becomes more excited, and each time you withdraw him he is covered more and more with my juices. You increase the rhythm even more and I am having trouble holding myself up. I lie down raising my legs up and I feel your fingers rubbing my clit. You continue pumping me and manipulating my clit and soon I sense my body yielding to your needs. You time your orgasm to match mine and pump me full of your cum as you let out a guttural howl. I hear you sigh as you bend over laying your torso over mine, your head on my chest. I put my arms around you and run my fingers through your hair. We lie like that for a few moments. Then you kiss my breast tenderly and say, "How about a little time in the steam room, babe." Helping me up, we walk over to be immersed in an atmosphere of intense moist air. We both lie down on the tiles that are covered with drops of water, and I have a very strong feeling that this isn't the end of our trip here today. ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+