It's late by the time we get back to the hotel from the beach. I clear with the front desk that it is OK for you to stay the night and we travel up in the lift together to my room. We are both exhausted, so we strip, collapse into bed and cuddle up, falling asleep almost immediately.
I wake to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. I check the clock which shows it is 8:30 am. I am sitting naked, on the edge of the bed, as you come out of the shower and walk into the bedroom with one towel wrapped around your head and another around your body. As you come close to the bed, I stand up and tug at the lower towel. It falls away and you turn towards me. I can't help but stare at your gorgeous, naked body.
I am stunned by the simple beauty of your face, with no make-up and with your hair hidden in a make-shift towelling turban. Your plump but firm, young breasts are crowned with soft pink , oh-so-suckable nipples. A flat stomach leads down to your velvet-soft, fully shaved pussy and your long, smooth, slender legs.
I need to hold you, so I take your hand and pull you gently towards me. You put your arms around my neck and hug me tight. Standing on tip-toe, your lips find mine and your tongue darts into my mouth like a slippery eel. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tight to me. I run one hand up your back, between your shoulder blades and up to the nape of your neck. The other hand heads south, across the small of your back and down, over your smooth buttocks.
The contact makes the blood begin to flow to my prick and it starts to swell as I begin to manoeuvre you towards the bed. You feel my dick starting to press against you and sense my movement towards the bed. Breaking away, you spin me around and with a hard slap on my ass, you propel me towards the bathroom.
"Later!" you admonish with a wicked grin on your face.
"I'll hold you to that" I reply as I head into the bathroom to freshen up.
Remembering that we didn't find time to eat last night, you pick up the phone and order cereal, pastries, fruit and coffee to be sent to the room for breakfast.
Fifteen minutes later I emerge from the bathroom, feeling great. There is a knock at the door and I open it to the room service waiter with his trolley of breakfast. He wheels it to the table and starts to unload the contents. I notice this seems to be taking a lot longer than it should, probably because he is constantly looking over at you, standing by the bed brushing your hair. I realise he's hoping that the towel, wrapped loosely round your naked body, might succomb to gravity at any minute and fall away. To his disappointment, it doesn't and eventually he makes to leave but pauses by the door. I grab my wallet from the bedside table and tip him well.
As he is leaving, a thought occurs to me. I ask him what time the hotel spa downstairs opens. He says it usually opens at 10 am, but due to staff shortages it will not be attended today. That actually suits me perfectly. I ask and he confirms that we are still able to use the facilities, but there will be no attendants and no treatments will be available.
We sit and wolf down the breakfast. I hadn't realised how hungry I was. Having satiated our hunger, we relax for a while drinking our coffee. Eventually, we put on the thick white hotel robes and bath sandals provided in the bathroom and head out to the elevator. We ride down to the basement and make our way to the spa area.
On arrival, we switch on the sauna and leave it to heat up. As I expected, the whole place is deserted. We make our way to the huge, square spa bath, drop our robes and, now naked, climb over the side. The water must be on a timer as it is already warm and welcoming. I hit the button to turn on the air and jets. The water immediately starts to swirl around and bubble as if boiling.
I sit down on a ledge in the bath, slide down a little so that my shoulders are submerged and close my eyes, enjoying the warmth and the agitation of the water. A few minutes later, I open them again and see you standing off to one side of me, up close against the wall of the bath, facing out into the room. The water comes up just above your waist, your eyes are open but you have a faraway look on your face.
I realise you have positioned yourself directly in front of one of the water jets. It is sending a warm stream of water rushing through your legs and over your pussy. Your hands are below the water, pulling the lips of your pussy apart, allowing the jet direct access to your vagina and clitoris.
I move directly behind you and reach round to massage your breasts. You are lost in your own world and jump a little, surprised by the interruption. But you immediately relax again and return to your enjoyment. You remain in this position for another few minutes, while I continue to stroke your tits and massage your nipples.
My dick is starting to stiffen and rise up. You can feel it nudging up against your buttocks and you start to push your ass back a little to increase the contact. Then you turn around to face me, running your hands over my chest and down my body until they reach my prick. One hand cups my balls and begins to slowly massage them. The other takes my shaft and begins to rhythmically squeeze it. The effect is like pumping up a balloon. Within a minute my dick is fully erect, standing rock solid.
You rest your back against the wall of the bath and spread your arms out sideways, holding on to the edge. In this position you allow your legs to float up to the surface. I take them and pull them apart. Squatting down a little, I position myself between your thighs and slide my stiff cock into your pussy.
With you now floating and holding on to the side of the bath, I am able to gently ease you back and forward on my cock, fucking you with minimum effort. The water supports your weight and is lapping over your body as I move you back and forth. Your tits are like two islands being battered by waves in a tropical storm. This feels so good and is so relaxing that we carry on with it for ages.
