I turn on the jets, and immediately there is a loud whooshing noise, and the water starts churning around me like a rough sea. I turn back to look at Jessica. Her eyes are still closed, and the tentacle is now flopping around in the currents, moving of its own accord, the narrow end flailing about and occasionally brushing against Jessica's other leg--the one the main part of the tentacle is not resting on.
The jets are so loud that I have trouble seeing how this is sexy. Maybe people think it helps to drown out the sex noises from other guests' rooms? At any rate, it seems to be exactly what Jessica wants. I move back toward her and try to continue my move toward her pussy, but now the currents are fighting against my tentacle and moving it in unpredictable directions. It slaps back and forth against her inner thighs. I move it forward, and the narrow end trails backward in the water, brushing against her knee.
I do the best I can and focus on moving the girthier part of the tentacle--the part where my hand is and where I have control over it. I press the thick part of the tentacle against her vulva, wriggling it in between the lips. It's inelegant, but I mash the thick tentacle base between her labia, swirling my hand around in circles in hopes of stimulating some part of her genitals. I can't see what the hell I'm doing. Jessica, to my disbelief, doesn't mind.
She starts grinding against my tentacle-covered hand, gyrating her hips. I try to press it against the opening of her vagina. She seems greedy for it, but the tentacle just won't go in with it folded in half like this and the narrow part trailing down between her thighs. I need the narrow part to enter her first. I watch Jessica lick her lips and then bite the lower one, squeezing her eyes closed tighter. Meanwhile, I try to think of a solution for how to move the narrow end up towards her pussy without my untentacled hand getting in the way and breaking her fantasy.
An image flashes in my mind of me grabbing the tentacle in my hand, pulling it out of the way, and heroically yelling, "I've saved you from the terrifying creature, my lady!" But something tells me that's not the kind of roleplay Jessica is down for. Sounds funny to me.
All of this logistics planning has made me lose my boner, but I finally think of a way to reposition the tentacle. I can use just a single finger and press along the edge of it, moving the floppy end toward her. As I do so, the tiniest part of the tentacle tickles against her inner thigh. It seems to drive Jessica crazy. She starts gyrating her whole body and puts her hand down in the water. I see it rubbing over her pussy and feel it bumping into my hand in the tentacle sleeve.
Suddenly, Jessica turns herself over in the tub. I don't understand what she's doing at first, but she gets on her hands and knees and thrusts her butt into the air. It breaches the water's surface, revealing her ass cheeks and her tiny butt hole. My dick wakes up again. It's easy to please.
The water is just high enough for her sea star to be visible, but her pussy remains obscured by the foaming currents. I watch as the jets continue to churn water, splashing onto her ass and her little hole. I move toward her and flop my tentacle on top of her right ass cheek. The little suckers grab onto her immediately. I peel them off, the way I've learned to do, starting at the elbow and finishing at the tip, listening to each satisfying pop release from her soft, wet skin. I let the tentacle slide down between her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down against her underwater pussy.
Jessica sucks in a breath. "Put your tentacle in my ass, Sol."
I pause in my movements. She's never asked me to do this before. I stare at the cute, little sea star poking out of the water, winking at me. Like a man moving through the haze of drunkenness, I reach out for the bottle of lubricant, understanding now why I would need it in a tub full of water. I think the steamy heat is getting to me.
I flick open the bottle with my thumb and raise the tentacle out of the water like it's the king of the sea. As I pour the lube over the prosthetic, not paying attention to how much I'm even using, I've subconsciously moved closer to Jessica. My hips instinctually move forward towards her, until I feel my erect dick press against her hip. Without even realizing, I grind it against her.
"No." Jessica says the word firmly, and I snap back to attention. Longingly, I move backward away from her, on my knees in the tub. My indignant dick bobs in the current.
I take a deep breath. At least Jessica doesn't seem too angry with me. I look and see that I've poured almost the entire bottle of lubricant onto the massive tentacle. It's dripping and running off into the churning water. Some of it has dripped onto Jessica's ass cheeks, like tentacle slime left there by a territorial cephalopod.
My dick complains to me, and I tell it to wait. I lie the tip of the tentacle on Jessica's back, just above her crevice of her ass. I move it very carefully and slowly, holding my arm up above the water. I don't want the waves to wash off the lube. Then I hold my breath as the tip of it probes at her closed opening. There's no way it's rigid enough that I'll be able to insert it.
I aim my tentacle arm very carefully and take hold of the narrow end with my free hand, squeezing it so it doesn't slip away. That doesn't work. Instead, it pops out of my grasp. It's too slippery with lubricant.
Thinking quickly more so than reasonably, I grasp the end of the tentacle lightly between two fingers and tilt it upward, with the sucker side facing Jessica. I center one of the suckers and press it up against her ass hole. Jessica gasps. The sucker is not really shaped right for entry, but it's fairly small, and with the lube all over it, it presses inside her ass, disappearing quickly like a button snapped into place. I almost can't believe it. I stare at what I've done. My tentacle is now literally buttoned to Jessica's ass. The tip still isn't inside her, and it hangs sideways away from the sucker that her ass swallowed like a piece of candy.
