I have to thank Literotica for making this story happen. Unlike my fiction stories which contain sex which spans thirty years of my life, strategically placed into developed story lines, this story is 95% true. The names have been changed, and "Sara" and I only ended up having one day and four nights together. I actually met "Sara" in the pool the day before, and again at breakfast the following morning. In the interest of brevity I am simply addressing our hot tub experience. (I honestly did not know she was going to be there.) Everything else about the story is true.
Note to "Sara": Thank you for an absolutely wonderful time. I know you still were left wondering whether you were truly desirous or just a "conquest". You were one of the most exciting women I've ever been with. My vacation was supposed to be a visit with family and, a rest period from the rigors of work. YOU made it ever so much more than that. Don't judge all men by ex-husbands or guys who only want "trophy" girls. There are plenty of guys out there, like me, who love a big, beautiful package with the personality to make the physical attractions fun, and not a chore. I truly hope that you know, and I mean REALLY, REALLY know, that you are someone special and unbelievably desirous. Thank you from a guy who will always look forward to hearing from you and sincerely hopes that our time together was as memorable for you as it was for me. Take care!!
A BBW VACATION STORY
I guess the term "it's a small world" really is true. You never know where you might meet people who know you. A reality which I confirmed on my recent vacation in Colorado.
After a long day of sightseeing in Colorado Springs and the Denver area I headed back to my hotel for some much-needed rest.
I seem to remember stumbling towards the bed but not much after that. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke up at 11:52pm, surprised at how downright chilly the room had gotten with only a small window fan.
Sleeping nude on the East Coast during the summer months is an, almost, necessity. Sleeping nude in the mountains of Colorado, without the blankets, was proving to be a bit nippy to say the least.
I figured I'd take a quick hot shower to bring my body temperature back up before I went back to sleep. Moments later I discarded that idea when a trickle of water dripped from the showerhead.
(Reminder to self – Change rooms in the morning or hurl obscenities at the hotel maintenance person. Maybe both.)
I thought momentarily, and then wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out the front door of my room. Three floors below me was the community hot tub. Empty. Devoid of people. All to myself and my freezing body.
I looked back at the clock. 12:02.
I had no bathing suit and a pair of boxers would be next to nothing when it was wet.
I looked back outside. I saw and heard no one.
I went back and grabbed my room key and then headed for the elevator. A minute or so later I was standing next to the hot tub.
I quickly scanned for the controls and the water temperature.
104°. I normally like it a tad hotter but right about then I didn't care.
Punching the button for the jets I heard the satifying "WHOOSH!!" as the pulsating streams came to life.
Dropping my towel near the tub I quickly entered and found a seat where multiple jets massaged my body and restored my lost heat.
I was only in the tub about two minutes when I heard the padding of feet coming towards the tub deck and up the steps. A moment later a woman's startled voice said, "Oh excuse me. I didn't expect anyone to be here."
Fortunately the jets had formed a bubbling carpet over the water's surface or she would have been even more startled.
She hesitated at the top of the stairs as if unsure of whether to proceed. She had obviously been swimming, and even coming from the hotel's indoor pool, she had to be cold.
The slight shiver in her body was a dead giveaway but the fully defined nipples pressing against her bathing suit was what had drawn my full attention.
"Don't worry about it. That's why it's called a community hot tub", I laughed cheerily. "More than one person gets to use it at the same time."
Relieved she quickly walked into the tub and sat directly across from me.
As she bent to step into the tub I had a chance to quickly look her over. Early to mid-40's. Medium brown hair. 5'6". Maybe 5'7".
A black one piece bathing suit neatly wrapped an excellent cleavage, large belly, wide hips and an expansive ass that I'd have sold an arm and a leg to rock my cock against.
A tattoo of a rose on her ankle, crossed by an ankle bracelet, completed the vision.
I was actually sorry to see her sit. Just watching her get into the tub had hardened me considerably.
We did the usual small talk thing. Her name was Sara. She was visiting a brother in Bailey. She was just as amazed as I was at how cold it gets in a hotel with no air conditioning.
I could see she was warming up. Not just from the tub but to the conversation.
When I told her my name was Don she looked at me quizzically and asked if she knew me from somewhere. As much as I would have liked to say yes, I couldn't place her at all. After a brief litany of people and places, with no connections, we decided that we must not know each other.
I could tell though that it was still bothering her as she was sure she knew me from somewhere. I figured the old Oklahoma City joke might be worth a try.
"Wait a minute", I piped up deadly seriously. "Have you ever been to the airport hotel in Oklahoma City?"
"No", she sighed. "I've never been to Oklahoma City. Ever."
I looked at her momentarily as if I was trying to remember where we could have met.
"Hmm", I said. "Neither have I. Must have been two different people."
She paused momentarily and then laughed heartily.
"Don't quit your day job", she laughed.
She looked a bit flushed.
"Wow. I know I haven't been in here long but I'm hot", she said as she looked over at the thermometer.
"I know", I chuckled. "I thought that the moment I saw you".
Sara was definitely taken aback. Her head snapped back and she leveled her gaze directly at me, studying my face.
I could see the moment of recognition as it exploded onto her face. Her cheeks flushed a deep red and her mouth did a double "fish-flop" as she tried to speak.
"I do know you", she finally said. "You're Don Stone. I've seen your picture."
Now it was my turn to register shock. I wasn't sure if her knowing me was a good thing or a bad thing. I didn't know if she was going to run screaming from the tub, or drown me if I got any closer to her.
"Where would you have seen my picture?", I asked innocently.
If it was possible her face flushed even redder and despite her claims of being hot she was shivering like a trout on a hook.
"I've seen your picture on the… ummm… internet. I've read your stories. I've ummm…" She was at a loss for words.
