"Look at all the stars," I think to myself. I was stretched out, head back, in a bubbling hot tub in the darkened private courtyard. My boyfriend and I had decided on a whim to escape winter for a week in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We'd spent the day walking around town (over 20,000 steps according to the FitBit) and I was tired. The hot tub was working miracles.
The door to our cabana opened. Looking over, I saw my boyfriend walking toward me with what I hoped was a glass of wine. It was... clever boy. He stepped into the tub, handing me my glass. I sat up, taking it from him. Even though it was pretty dark, I saw his eyes dip to my chest. Apparently he likes my new bikini. I smile, silently congratulating myself on the choice.
After a sip, I set the glass on the edge of the tub and slide back down again. He mirrors me, stretching out opposite of me, our legs lightly touching. We share a good silence, confident enough in our relationship not to feel the need to fill the void with idle chatter.
His leg moves, gently rubbing against mine with his foot, his calf. I can feel his hairiness against my smooth...mmm. It's just enough touch to let me know it's on purpose, that's he's planning more than just a quick soak. I let him take the lead, content to just float and feel.
He sits up enough to grasp my toes. Even though I'm very ticklish, his hands are slow and firm, rubbing rather than teasing. I melt some more as he massages the sole of my foot, stretching my toes out and working out some of the soreness from our excursion. My hands come to rest on my belly, more touches to add to the slow burn I'm feeling.
Taking his time, doing it right, he moves up to my calves, rubbing and massaging. He's now nearing the center of the tub, causing my legs to spread as he moves between them. He holds one calf, massaging from the bottom as he strokes the top. I know my legs are silky smooth, thanks to the waxing I splurged on before we left. He moves to the other leg, gliding strong hands and up and down them. The man really knows how to get me going.
When he moves past my knees onto my thighs, he shifts so that my ass rests on his knees and my torso lifts out of the water. Our eyes have adjusted to the dim light enough so that I know he can see my nipples pushing against my bikini top. I decide to give him a show, sliding my hands up my stomach to my breasts, giving them a feel on the outside of my suit, then reaching back for my wine so I can sip. His breath catches but his hands never stop, massaging first my right thigh and then my left, moving back and forth so each gets equal attention. He hasn't so much as brushed my pussy but I know that's his goal.
As I set my glass down again, he surprises me, floating me away from the edge. He maneuvers so he's behind me and I'm partially sitting in his lap. My hands come to rest on his knees, feeling the hairs, the firm skin, and the taut muscles under. His hands fall on my shoulders, beginning a wonderful neck and shoulder massage. I feel him untie the top of bikini so he can glide those strong hands up and down, pressing and manipulating any tightness into absolute Jello.
With some slight pressure he makes me bend forward so he can slide hands further down my back. The back ties of my bikini slip away as the massage continues. He hasn't touched me in any of my normal erogenous zones but I'm definitely winding up, my pulse hammering in my chest. I rub my hands up and down his legs, letting him know what he's doing is working.
Shifting again, he leans against the side of the tub, pulls my back against his chest, my ass firmly into his lap. I can feel his cock, hard underneath his suit, digging into my ass. I leave my hands on his thighs and begin to very softly rub my ass against him. Running his hands into my hair, he massages my scalp, then down to my temples. My eyes close and I move my head against him.
After an eternity of my slow grind on his cock and his hands in my hair, he slides down my arms, over my hands, then onto my stomach. My bikini top is off somewhere in the tub but the warm air feels so nice against my chest. Not as nice as his hands as he finally cups my breasts, skin rough against my very hard, very sensitive nipples. Now we're getting down to business! The slow burn has become an inferno as he plays my body like a guitar. Firmly pressing and squeezing, then pinching and pulling my nipples just hard enough to hurt so good... he knows my body and what I like. And when he makes me stand and sit on the edge of the tub, I can't wait.
As I'm sitting he slides my bottoms off and pushes my legs apart. Starting at my knees, he begins to kiss and lick me as I'm spread bare for him. Slowly but ever closer, he kisses his way towards my pussy. I'm so wet, my lips spreading wide for him. When he finally gets there, he starts with a little tongue flick against my clit, then dipping his mouth down he licks me from bottom to top, nibbling my clit again at the end. Oh, what a feeling! He begins to eat me, his tongue and lips everywhere at once. His hands cup my ass, pulling me harder against his mouth, his tongue pushing into me as his cheeks, rough from a day without shaving, tickle my thighs. He goes lower, rimming my ass, his nose now buried in my pussy. My hands are in his hair now, pulling him against me.
His hands are on the move again. His mouth moves up but I feel a finger, gentle but firm, pressing against my ass. It penetrates a little as his other hand begins to toy with my pussy. 1 finger, then 2, then 3 are in me... 3 in my pussy, 1 in my ass, sliding in and out. His clever mouth is now focused on my clit, capturing it between his teeth and tugging. Pushing deep into me, he latches on my clit at the same time and sucks as hard as he can.
I explode.
