As told by Phillip...
We pull into a parking area and I jump out to run around the car and open your door, giving you my hand to pull you out. You turn and stand. I can't resist the impulse to lean forward and press a quick kiss to your lips. I pull back and smile but you stare at me hungrily and start to lean forward then stop and look around, realizing we're in a very public area. I squeeze your hand and pull you out of the doorway of the car to shut it then quickly grab our bags from the trunk.
We go through the main entrance. It opens into a spacious room with high ceilings. Everything is in warm tones with leather furniture. We check in, get directions to our room and walk back outside to walk over there. We're finally going to be alone in private, I think a little giddily. I'm a little surprised at the butterflies in my stomach after what we've already shared together.
We arrive at our room and you open the door. We step inside and I drop the bags to the side as the door closes. You're distracted, looking around the room, and gasp as I grab you and push you back against the door to press my body against yours and kiss you very thoroughly. You run your hands up under the sides of my shirt to feel my warm skin as our tongues slide around each other. I slide my mouth off of yours and down to your neck, nuzzling aside your hair to kiss and suck your tender skin. My body pressing harder against yours, as if our clothes would melt away under the force of our passion.
"Uh, honey?" you say, pushing at me. I open my eyes.
"Mmmm?"
"The drapes on the French doors are open and we are on the first floor."
After turning to see the wide window and the courtyard view, I quickly return to passionately kissing you on your lips and neck. Your eyes close and we both moan in enjoyment over our affections. As my hands continue to massage your covered breasts, you wake up first.
"Phillip!" You say, giggling, "There's a window, stop." You don't really want me to stop, but modesty compels you to prevent things from getting steamier.
"Mmmmf. I...don't..." I reply between firm mouthings against your neck and shoulder, "...want to stop...Michelle."
Tickling you with my tongue makes you giggle a little more as you push my adoring head off you. "Phillip, you could close the blinds." you offer seductively. You see a tinge of sadness in my face from being torn away from you, but I move to the back of the room and shut the blinds.
"As long as you're making me stop," unfortunately I'm going to tease this time, "I might as well ask the concierge if there are any second story rooms we could move to." That doesn't sound like so bad of an idea really. I continue as I move out the room, "and while I'm gone you can get into your bathing suit."
My sly wink and peck on the cheek before I step out of the room aren't enough to stop your mind from swearing as I leave but you know by now that I'm up to something worthwhile and put your bathing suit on in privacy, while I talk to the staff.
*******
I saunter up to a small twiggy girl at the help desk, still drunk from the car ride and your kisses.
"Excuse me, I have a question," I politely ask, getting her attention, "are there any rooms I could exchange mine for that aren't on the first floor?"
"What kind of room do you have sir?"
"A queen sized double."
"Let me check." Her fingers twiddle over the keyboard.
"No, sorry sir."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, in fact, the only second story floors are two suites and some singles."
"Hmm, well, okay."
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, I should be all right."
In all honesty, I was starting to feel heartsick for the hotel room and my travel partner.
**********
"Well?" you ask, perched on the corner of the bed in your outfit as I open the door. I take long enough staring at your tropical flowered bathing suit that you smile at my distraction.
"Well?" you repeat again, standing up. I can't take my eyes off your legs and skirt. You move up to me as I shut the door, placing your hands on my heaving chest and looking into my eyes.
"Phillip?"
"Oh, sorry. There aren't any rooms we can exchange it to. Most all the rooms are on the ground floor."
"Well then," you perk up, taking your hands off me, "You better get your bathing suit on."
Teasing is probably the only way we can get things done. I move over to my large backpack and bend over, letting you eye my firm ass as I extract my black trunks with white and yellow trim. I take my shirt off first, and then look back to you as I unbutton my shorts. You watch my body like I watch yours, speechless. I drop my pants and step out of them, just as quickly putting my bathing suit on. I turn around to face you as I tie the strings. Still, I have a wonderful ass, something you missed seeing on the drive up.
"You can enjoy my butt later, Michelle, lets get going. Do you have a towel ready?" I extend my hand to help you off the bed. You sat down to watch me, hoping for a longer show. Though you follow my lead again, your thoughts are a few seconds behind. You can't help but squeeze my butt with your near hand as we step out the door.
"Hey!" I'm surprised but not complaining. You've earned another kiss on the cheek while I return the favor.
"Hey," you echo back before slapping me with your towel playfully.
The trip out to the river is less than romantic. The bus carrying us drives along a gravel road whose integrity only declines as we get closer to our "dock." Granted, I probably would have enjoyed seeing your bouncing breasts, if only my balls weren't being smashed every time.
Our cowboy guide, a very tan man in his late thirties (maybe younger considering the weathering of the sun) does his best to ensure a pleasant float. He repeats that the water here is spring fed and very clean, and that there isn't anything dangerous in the water as long as we stay in the middle. The water temperature is around 85 (the air temperature being 88) and although we are the only ones on this trip, ten people have gone down the river earlier today. It is just at the end of the season. He will be waiting to pick us up at a bend downstream and we should get there in two hours. He will have towels ready, and a light snack.
Everything is arranged and up to code, except for the fortunate fact that Texas don't seem to care about life preservers. That is actually a bit of a relief. Especially since I want to go down on this river.
So, as we stand on the sandy shore before sitting in our yellow inner tubes, we are both a little well shaken, a little sore, and pretty hot. Of course, you are hot from the bathing suit alone as far as I am concerned, but September is fairly warm. Texas summers are as hot as Northern winters are cold, and sitting down in the inner tubes, drifting out into the river, well, it feels like a nice warm bath.
