When I got to his bathroom, John had already lit candles and was in that huge bathtub with bubbles up to his neck. On the tile shelf by the tub he had laid out our 'picnic' from the deli; sandwiches, pickles, potato salad, potato chips. A Coke for me and some kind of yuck beer for himself. There was even a snifter of Grand Marnier for dessert. As I took off my robe and stepped into the tub, I thought about how natural it seemed to be naked with John, even that long pussy-exposed step down into the tub. I felt none of the embarrassment or shyness that would have probably been the death of me a week before.
John has seen every square inch of me, even places I've never seen. Touched me everywhere, too. I'll bet he's kissed more than half of me. He sure seems to like what he sees, feels, and kisses, so there's nothing to be shy about. He's never even said anything about that darned mole on my tummy.
We had a wonderful time eating in the tub, and I decided pastrami and swiss on dark rye might have taken over from sausage and pepperoni pizza as my absolutely favorite food.
Well ........ lobster, steak, prime rib, and blueberry pie are right up there. Oh, barbequed ribs, too. And Dryer's Grand Pecan Praline Ice Cream. Oh, Heath Bars. Semen is kind of good, too.
By the time I had eaten all my sandwich, half of John's, most of the potato salad, all the chips, my dill pickle and half of John's, and about a quart of Coke I was feeling full and satisfied. I could even feel a little bulge in my tummy. We used towels for napkins and just let the crumbs and juices fall into the water. It was messy and lots of fun. I felt a little guilty about getting all the towels dirty and dropping crumbs in the tub, but John said that's just one of the nice things about staying in a hotel, and that they got well paid for cleaning up after us. It had been a long, eventful, wonderful day, and I was feeling a little sleepy, but I had plans to give and receive lots of loving before I even considered going to sleep.
John piled the wrappers, plates, and cups from our 'picnic' to one side of the shelf and gave me a sip of his Grand Marnier.
I'm getting to really like this stuff. When adults drink alcohol, I don't understand why they don't always drink things that taste good, like Grand Marnier or creme de menthe. I hate the taste of beer, Wild Turkey is awful, and I'm not crazy about the sips of wine I take at dinner just to please John. That Stoli-stuff he drinks doesn't even taste, it just burns. I guess they must be adults-only things, like coffee and the IRS, whatever that is.. There are some adult things I can really appreciate, though. I'm being kissed in a very adult way, there's a very adult penis poking me in my tummy, and the feeling this is causing in my pussy sure isn't juvenile. Little girls nipples don't get big and hard like mine are getting, either. I would absolutely love to be put on that shelf and have my pussy kissed, and little girls don't think thoughts like that. If he doesn't do it pretty soon, I'm going to ask him to. Beer isn't too bad when I taste it on John's lips.
We had a long, lovely kiss, and then we each leaned back on our ends of the big tub and relaxed. After a few minutes of this, I just couldn't wait any longer. I picked up a big towel from the stack on the floor, folded it double, and put it on the shelf. I guess this wasn't very subtle, but I knew what I wanted. John laughed and took the hint. He asked if I would like to sit on the shelf, to have my pussy kissed, and wasn't I getting just the least bit spoiled? I said that the answer was yes to all three questions and got up on the shelf with my legs down in the sudsy water.
While John was putting a towel around my shoulders so I wouldn't get cold, I told him I knew I was being a spoiled brat, but that he had made me that way and I took no responsibility for it. He laughed and spread my legs while I giggled and raised my knees. With one foot on the shelf beside me, the other foot on John's shoulder, and my knees wide, I was really spread open. He said he never had a camera when he really needed one, and I leaned forward to pulled his head to where I wanted it. I whispered that I would be glad to let him take all the pictures he wanted of my pussy, but right now it needed kissing.
I think I realized for the first time what my mom meant when she used the term 'brazen hussy.' That was me. John definitely wanted me to be a lady in public, but I could be as brazen and hussified as I wanted when we were alone. Acting like that seemed natural for me, and after only a few days of practice. I loved being John's 'lady' (although I knew I needed a lot of experience and practice at that), but when we were alone together I wanted sex, sex, sex. It was by far the most significant and wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and I loved it. I loved being in love, being loved in return, and SEX.
I think I love the giving as much as the getting. Welllllll, maybe not quite as much. I like sucking John's penis, but not as much as I like him kissing my pussy. A week ago I'd never even been really kissed. Three days ago I was a virgin. I guess math isn't the only thing I have a natural aptitude for. Going over seems to come very naturally to me. Oh, Lover, I feel like I have about a hundred orgasms built up inside me, just waiting for you to let them out!
The first touch of John's warm, wet tongue between my inner lips was like magic. It changed me instantly from a giggly, playful girl into a woman who took her pleasure very seriously. He parted my inner lips with his tongue, then he sucked them in and out between his lips a few times. It felt lovely.
By the time his tongue entered my vagina, my lips were well spread and I could feel my juices flowing and my entrance open in anticipation. My legs were quivering, and he asked if I was cold. I told him I wasn't at all cold, just anxious. He asked what I was so anxious for, and I told him if he licked my button a little bit, I'd show him. I guess he wanted to find out, because he started gently licking it. I could feel that big clitoris of mine swell before he even touched it.
He pushed the covering back with the tip of his tongue, and I found myself already about ninety percent of the way to a climax and rapidly reaching for the other ten percent.
I groaned, 'Oh, John, make me coomme!' and I was startled at how loud it was in that big tiled bathroom. It kind of echoed. I grabbed his hair with both hands and held his mouth to me as his tongue found that ultrasensitive spot on the side of my button. As I flew to the peak of my climax, he kept his tongue right there, licking very rapidly. I came so hard I yelled and squealed at my peak, and the sounds echoed. As I was coming down, all I could say was,
'oooff.'
I told John that I'd be a basket case if he did any more, so he helped me slide back down into the tub. He held and kissed me until I had recovered.
Maybe I've had too many orgasms today. That one really knocked me out.
I asked John if he thought I'd overdone the orgasms, and he said that maybe it was the opposite. Maybe I hadn't had enough. That made me giggle.
I asked John to get up on the shelf so I could suck him, and he said we should save it for later, when we went to bed. I told him I wanted a nice warm penis in my mouth, and I didn't intend to make him come, just give him pleasure. I found it kind of awkward, kneeling sideways in the tub, but I finally got fairly comfortable. I knelt there between his parted legs and made love to him, slowly and lovingly.
I soon had big, warm Herman throbbing and his slippery stuff was really flowing. John seemed to like it a lot when I pushed his knees wide apart and sucked one of his testicles into my mouth and ran my tongue around it. He liked it so much that I did the other one, being very careful not to hurt him.
I think I'm getting pretty good at giving my lover pleasure. I hope he gets half as much pleasure from our lovemaking as I do. I wonder if I could get them both in my mouth at the same time. Probably not, and I might hurt him if I tried.
When the slippery stuff started to get sticky, I decided I'd better quit before he went over. He told me that I was getting very good at teasing him and keeping him close to coming. He warned me, though, that if I let him go just the tiniest bit too far, there was no turning back. Once he started to come, he had to continue until he was finished.
