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By *aige OP Woman 39 weeks ago
Newcastle upon Tyne |
First story I’ve tried writing, this is true (to the best of my recollection) and happened staying at a hotel after a week long walking holiday with vanilla friends in my early 20’s where I’d had to behave. I hope you enjoy it.
The cold shock as I dived into the pool sent pulses through my tired muscles. I listened to the muffled silence as I glided under the water, eddies stroking under my bikini, lifting the fabric off my breasts. I kicked my legs out, parting my pussy to the pool water, wondering what could be seen from behind as I swam.
Lifting my self out of the pool, the warm clamness of the underground spa wrapped round me. The were a few others relaxing including a couple and a few single men. I walked towards the ice shower, feeling exposed, knowing what I was going to do, feeling the anticipation and the forced chastity of the last week building between my legs. My back to the pool I pressed my body against the cold tiles, the chill spreading through the fabric over my tits. Stepping under the shower head, I pressed for water and gasped too loudly as the freeze hit. I turned, catching the eye of a tall stranger as he walked past me and smiled. Tipping my head back I felt the cold water pour over my neck, running down until it pinched my nipples. I felt them stiffen from the bite and wondered if my piercings were obvious to the woman stood facing me as she chatted to a friend whose ass I was appreciating. My clit twitched, the cold water stroking between my legs.
The empty jacuzzi was raised slightly above the pool. I stretched my arms up and back as I walked the length of the pool and up the few steps. Smiling at the man who had had his eyes on me since the shock of the shower, I slid into the hot, soothing waters of the jacuzzi. The sudden switch of temperature burned my thighs as I lowered my self in, the water caressing by bikini pants as i crept up my legs. As I stepped my legs separated and the warm water licked between my pussy lips. I stifled another gasp.
My audience smiled again and turned away to dive into the pool. The jacuzzi jets started, massaging my shoulders and caressing my neck. I tipped my head back and moved my hips so that I could feel the jet pressing against my throbbing pussy. As the timer cycled and the jets died I looked around. The stranger was oblivious to me now. There was a couple stood by the cold room. About my age, they were laughing. They both had hand fulls of ice chips and she was dropping them down his shorts. I watched as he grabbed her and pinned her arm with his, sliding his other ice filled hand inside her bikini top. She shrieked as her held her and he slid his other hand up to cover her mouth.
As the jets came back on I tilted my hips, feeling the spray against my clit now. Again I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, feeling my arousal grow. Under the boiling water I slid ,y hand between my legs, first pressing firmly on my clit through my bikini, then sliding my hand inside my pants, sliding my fingers between my lips and then back to circling my clit, feeling the pressure start to build, knowing how much I wanted to be filled, to cum. As the jets again faded I opened my eyes and saw that I had been joined by the couple with the ice chips. I jumped and tried to hide it as I pulled my hand away but my aching pussy wasn’t going to be ignored. He was looking directly at me and smiling. Had he seen me? It felt like he was watching. I wasn’t sure how much I cared. I didn’t mind him watching, in fact i found my self holding eye contact as the white water meant I could slide my hand back to my cunt. As I massaged my throbbing clit I looked between this man who I was sure knew what I was doing and his girlfriends floating tits. I was becoming increasingly turned on. Loving being watched. Knowing he shouldn’t be watching. Wondering if he was getting hard.
Again the water calmed and I slid my hand out of my swim suit. She leant over and whispered in his ear and mad eye contact with me briefly before turning and climbing out of the water, I let my eyes stroke over the curve of her arse as she climbed out of the water, wondering what it would be like to pull her bikini it one side and slide two fingers inside her waiting pussy. She walked away towards the changing room He saw me lingering over her and I saw his hard cock as he stood to climb out behind her. As he looked back I spread my legs under the calm water and tipped my head as I pushed my fingers back between my twitching lips. I wanted his cock. It was my slutty behaviour that had made him hard and by rights it should have been by cunt that got to enjoy his cock forcing into me. Watching them walk away, wondering if he’d make it as far as their hotel room or if he’d choose to just fuck her in the steam room, my frustration grew.
As the bubbles masked my play, I watched as the stranger climbed out the pool and walked towards me. He climbed into the water and sat across from me in the water. I tried to keep my face neutral but my breathing was speeding up. My need to keep teasing was urgent and I stopped slower than I should as jets paused. As I lifted my head I could see he was looking straight at me. I licked my lips, dry from breathing hard. My throbbing clit was desperate for that pressure again, and I could feel all that build up tension starting to wane. As the jets returned, confident in the secrecy of the white water, I slid my fingers over my clit again, pushing my hips to enjoy the water jet aswell. The stranger smiled and moved round until he was next to me. He ran his hand down my arm, slipping his hand between my hand and my swollen, desperate clit. He said nothing as he slowly started massaging it. Circling it firmly before sliding a finger down, parting my lips and teasing the entrance to my pussy. I lifted my self off the bench, aware of the other people in the spa but desperate to cum before he was forced to stop. His fingers slid away, again delicious pressure on my clit as he slowly circled it. The next time his fingers ventured further i was ready. Lifting my hips i tilted towards him as he slid deep inside my this time. One single deep finger. Not nearly enough. So slow. But so so good. As he pulled back out again i gasped “no” and then felt 2 inside me this time, curling and massaging inside me. I reached into his shorts and felt him rock hard in my hand. With one had returning to its firm rhythmic circles his other hand took my wrist and pinned it firmly under water. His teasing more urgent now, harder and my hips tilting towards him, the water jetting spraying hard against my ass. My breathing became ragged and as my breath caught, he whispered “silent” in my ears. His fingers then pushed deep inside me and i held my breath as the he rubbed my gspot and the waves of orgasm pinned me down.
As he released my wrist and I caught my breath I reached again for that cock. No, I couldn’t have it now. My body, torn between wracked frustration and orgasmic warmness, screamed at me for more but instead i stroked my hand up and down his shaft. He gripped my wrist and stopped me “you mustn’t” but my hand stayed gripped round him and he didn’t pull me away. As his hold loosened i rhythmically rubbed him. Watching all the time for anyone coming near I felt his fingers digging hard into my thigh. He wrapped his hand round mine and guided me as he muttered we should stop. HIs head tipped back and he sighed “fuck” and came.
We both made our way to the changing rooms. I could feel how wet I was, desperate for what come next. But no, I couldn’t come to his room. I imagined whether his wife was there waiting for him and felt a wave of jealousy, knowing I’d fuck him better right now. I retreated to the showers, stripping completely and washing my self down before walking naked into the changing rooms, wondering who around me knew what I had just done.
The following morning I had a few hours before my train. After a fitful nights sleep, wondering what would have happened if he’d asked me back to his room I thought a couple of hours in the spa might make the journey home more restful. After a few laps of the pool I moved to the steam room. As I opened the door the fog cleared enough to see the man from the couple i had shared the jacuzzi with yesterday. The door closed and the steam filled the room again. I felt the heat soak into me, and ran my hand over my arms and chest. Seeing only his silhouette, I couldn’t see his expression, I couldn’t see if he was watching. If I teased my self again, would he be able to see me? Was that what I needed to do to get the fucking I so badly needed? Before I acted on my reckless thoughts he left, the cold air hitting me as he opened the door.
The ice shower brought me back down to earth but also stiffened my nipples and prickled my sensitive skin again. Skin chilled, I opened the door to the sauna. My frustration from last night was sat in front of me, the hot space otherwise empty. I stepped in, letting the door close softly behind me. I stood in front of him, nipples still hard from the cold and cunt wettening as I remembered what my body craved. He stepped off the wooden bench, standing so close my skin tingled but without touching me. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and turned me round. I found my barely covered body pressed against the hot dry wood, tits throbbing from the pressure. I felt a strong arm across my back pinning me to the wall of the sauna as he breathed into my neck, nipping my cold skin. I could feel his hips pinning me forward and his hard cock pressed painfully against me. His hand between my legs pushed my bikini to one side. I parted my legs with my soaking pussy desperate to be filled. As his hand pulled away I felt his naked cock against me. I could feel my self opening for him, starting to push back against him, my clit twitching in anticipation. Standing there, feeling his cock starting to enter me, I heard my self say no.
I felt him release the pressure of my back, the pressure of his cock against my parting ready lips. I wanted to say no again. No don’t stop - I didn’t mean it. I turned and faced my quiet stranger from the jacuzzi. Desperate to please, I dropped to my knees and again gripped him. Imagining how he would have felt inside me, how hard I would have cum round him, how easy it would have been, I ran my tongue over the head of his cock and tasted my own juices from my dripping cunt and his precum. Parting my lips around him i slid my mouth over his cock, pushing my hand down to stroke his balls I heard him gasp as I pushed down. Knowing someone could walk in at any time i glanced anxiously at the door but could only see shadows the other side. I felt his hand slide into my hair, the other braced against the wall. Gently he guided my head back and forth over his cock. His grip tightened in my hair and his urgency increased. As he pushed deeper into my throat I felt my self gag but he pushed my head straight back down again. His breathing sped up as he fucked my throat instead of my desperate cunt. I felt his cock pulse in my hand as he came, tasting that which could have tipped me over the edge. Even as he filled my throat I imagined how the journey home would have felt with my cunt full of his cum. I stood, knowing I’d been well used. He pushed his fingers back into my hair, gripping the back of my head and pushed his fingers back into my pussy before slipping them into his mouth, kissing me on the cheek and walking away.
I was left there wanting that which I’d refused. I hadn’t wanted him to stop. I’d wanted his arm to press firmer across my back. To be pinned as my mouth said no but I opened willingly for him. I had wanted his cock to stretch me as he put his hand over my mouth. No, round my throat. I had wanted it more for its nakedness and the regret of not taking his cum made my frustration worse. More from the idea that it was another woman in his room that had stopped me having this the night before. My pussy was slick from anticipation and so close to cumming without even being touched. I couldn’t stop imagining how I would have gripped round him and how, instead of pulsing into my throat, he could have made me pulse and squeeze and moan round him. I sat opposite the door, displaying my self on the wooden stage. I opened my legs, my bikini already to one side and pressed my fingers into the wetness before circling them over my throbbing yearning clit. My pussy responded urgently, and I pushed my fingers deep inside as I came, moaning.
I never stopped regretting “no”. I kept that urge to be taken. The desire to be wanted so much that “no” wouldn’t even begin to be enough to stop him. It shouldn’t have been. Wishing he had listened to my body instead, as i pushed my lips back against his ridged cock that was already entering. I wonder if he regrets stopping or if my mouth and throat, and the knowledge of leaving me desperate, were even more satisfying than my desperate pussy would have been clenching round him.
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