Today was all about getting there. We left right after work and drove relentlessly down the freeway, stopping only for a bag full of burgers and fries, continuing our rush to arrive at our first stop and a well-deserved night's rest.
Finally, we pull into the hotel lot. A big sign outside proclaims "YES, WE ARE OPENED!" I am not sure if this is a good thing or not. We stop under the portico and you go in to procure our room. You are grinning when you come back outside and I am grateful there was no scene about lost reservations or mixed messages. We both worked a full day and then drove over 300 miles. All I want is a shower and a comfortable bed. Even the promise of spending a whole night with you in a strange place is diminished by the idea of a soft pillow and dark forgetfulness.
Parking, we unload just the necessary bags and trudged to the hotel door again. The lobby is welcoming; large, sinkable couches; a fireplace; soft lighting. It is a place to rest and refresh. But not tonight. Tonight I just wanted to drop my clothes in a pile and crawl into the crisp, very clean-smelling sheets, and sleep.
We don't even talk as we walk down the long hall to the elevator. Or in the elevator. Or as we leave the elevator and walk the equally long hallway to our room. #225. It seems the room numbers never change and we continue down the longest passage I have ever seen. Finally, I find our number and turn to you, waiting happily as you activate the key card. The door opens and I push into the room, dropping my bags and rubbing my aching shoulder. Nice, very nice. A luxurious entryway; bathroom to the left, a closet on the right, open and ready for my things. I move further, the corner of the bed coming into view. Yes! The bed; the Promised Land!
You are holding back, watching me as I progress further into the elegant suite. The bed has claimed my attention. It is huge and welcoming. King-sized, yet appearing even larger. There are acres of a dreamy comforter delightfully awaiting me. The pillows are plentiful, the lighting softly seductive. It looks absolutely delicious. As I approach it, I can feel the tension leaving me, the anticipation of a night in that bed, just sleeping, coursing through my body. Sleep! I never would have believed that I could be in a room with you, with this bed, and only think of sleep!
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I see something that makes me stop and spin around. In the corner of the room, beside the bed, is a jacuzzi. It is huge, with various levels of steps around it. There are thick towels folded at one end, with bath soaps and oils in a pretty little basket. The lighting over the jacuzzi is dim, but enough to highlight the surprise. I turn to you and see the pleased look on your face as you watch me.
I am delighted. I rush to you and hold you close, suddenly encased in your warm arms and your familiar scent. You hug me and whisper that you wanted me to enjoy this night, to unwind from the day and be refreshed for our trip tomorrow. You kiss my forehead and move to the tub, starting the warm water and filling the jacuzzi. Then you step beside me and begin to undress me. It isn't the sensual removal of clothes that is familiar. Instead, it is a nurturing, loving disrobing. When the tub is full, you take my hand and assist me up the steps and into the jacuzzi. You touch some buttons and the lights come on beside me; the jets begin to pulse. I feel tiny bubbles along my flesh, churning water all around me. You help me settle back against a few jets and dim the remaining lights in the room. I watch through half-closed eyes as you put away our suitcases, after unpacking the necessities for the night, turning down the bed and arranging the pillows. I am drifting away, vaguely aware of you and your actions as sleep is overcoming me. You slip a tiny bath pillow beneath my neck and encourage me to stretch out. I hear you saying you want to go get a newspaper from the lobby and will be right back. The door clicks softly behind you.
It is so peaceful and quiet, conducive to sleep. My heels find little grooves in the tub and slip into them. My legs are slightly drawn up and now fall open. The jets from the other side of the tub are shooting toward me, little bubbles caressing my inner thighs and teasing my curlies. I find myself waking from my stupor as the sensual sensations continue. I look around the tub and discover that there are over 15 jets at various levels, all designed to relax and comfort me. Right now, I am anything but relaxed. I move my hands to my breasts, which are above water level, and find my nipples are hard and tight in the cool air. I continue to hold and massage them as I open my thighs are far as possible. The churning water is doing amazing things to my tired body.
I find myself wondering what the jets would feel like at closer range. I sit up and try to figure out the best way to discover this. I kneel against the side, feeling the pounding of the water against my mound, but not quite at the right level to massage my suddenly hungry clit. I move around the perimeter, trying each set of jets, but never quite getting the sensation I am seeking. Now, I am on a quest. Now, I am awake and needy and anxious to find some satisfaction. I have, I admit, forgotten you momentarily, in my desire to be satisfied.
Again, I stop moving and just examine the set-up, judging the various heights of the jets against my short stature. Finally, I sit back down, enjoying the pounding of the water against my back and sides as I contemplate the best choice for pleasure. Slowly, I move my bottom further, until my knees touch the opposite side of the oblong tub. The jets send streams of warm water against my folded legs and breasts. I love the various levels of pulsing water, thinking it would be possible to stimulate all sorts of essential body parts at the same time. This is really heaven!
Still judging the various positions necessary for enjoyment, I lean back into the water, my head immersed over my ears. I lift my legs and drape them over the side of the tub, sliding my bottom all the way to the slanting side. At first, I am just bedazzled by the sensations of the water stream over my curlies, then I am thrilled to feel my lips swelling open and the pulsing vibrations sliding right along my slit. God, this is good. I tentatively lift my hips higher in an effort to get the sensations exactly where I want them....and I am overcome with delight. By lifting myself higher, I now have a different jetstream directed right on my ass. I am thrilled beyond words! I keep pushing closer, angling to get the maximum pleasure from the throbbing water. My head is still partially submerged and I can hear my own little moans of pleasure as the stimulation nears perfection. I lift higher, then move lower, seeking the exact position that will allow me to explode and get release.
My head is bobbing in the water and I am gripping the sides of the enamel, trying to get in the correct alignment. I have my eyes closed and suddenly my head is full of the image of you, my darling lover. I can clearly see your head as you move closer between my legs. I can feel your entire face diving toward my aching clit, attacking my open pussy, delving deeply into the swollen pinkness. I also feel your face as you push against my tight asshole, bombarding it with your mouth and tongue. My entire body is tight and poised. I need release so badly. I can hear my groans and ragged breathing, amplified by the water over my ears. I keep pressing against the porcelain of the tub, working to find the perfect position.
I am so involved in my activities, I totally miss your return. Suddenly, I am aware of you behind me in the tub, your body encircling mine, your legs supporting my back and assisting me. I can release my death grip on the edge of the tub and just relax against you. Your long legs are beside me, cushioning me. Your hands are moving to my breasts, the palms massaging and teasing my hard nipples. You pinch them lightly, scratch them softly, making me moan even more. With your body behind me, I can easily press against the jets while relaxing and enjoying the outcome. You are kissing my hair, whispering to me, words that I can't quite understand, but the intent very clear to me. You massage my breasts, run your hands up and down my sides and over my belly, encouraging me to reach my goal. My heart is pounding, my breath is shallow and quick. I need to come!
Knowing me as you do, you realize that I am nearly there and you whisper encouragement to me, supporting both my body and mind as I reach the edge. Then I am coming, my mind filled with the red mist that always overcomes me. My legs have straightened and tightened and deep guttural moans fill the air. My nipples nearly double in size as I am wracked with spasms. You hold me, your voice the only constant as I lose all control. I hear you; I can't understand your words. I don't doubt the love I can hear easily. Slowly, I come back to reality, moving away from the pulsing jets, protecting my tender little clit from any more stimulation.
