Rediscovering Claire - Ch 5

Claire holds me close and kisses me softly and passionately. Her tongue dances slow songs of lust in my mouth long after we've swallowed the last of the ejaculate that she's just harvested from my now pleasantly sore prick. We stand thigh-deep in the hot tub and hug our sweaty bodies together another long moment after our mouths finally disengage. She lays her head against my shoulder and sighs, "Oh, Nate. I love you, Sweetie!"

"I love you too, Claire," I answer. Then, after a beat, "We've

gotta

keep doing this!"

She chuckles softly into my shoulder. One hand gently examines my soft cock. "You ready again so soon, Stud?"

"Not likely."

"I bet I could make you ready..." her fingers lift and prod and encourage me.

"Damn, Woman," I exclaim, partly at how non-stop horny she seems, and partly at the realization that she's actually starting to coax blood back into my flaccid prick.

Claire feels my cock rousing, too. "

Some

body seems interested," she says with a teasing grin.

"

Some

body needs a more level head to tell them when they need a break. How about another drink, then?"

"Spoilsport." She sticks her tongue out at me but she reluctantly removes her hand and starts to get out of the tub, making sure to spread and wag her ass at me as she does. I grab our glasses and follow. Claire's moving towards the pool shower, so I pour drinks while she washes off, then go to wash myself off when she's done.

Showered, I shut the water off and walk, dripping all over on the tiles, to claim my martini. Claire is leaning against the tub, sipping hers. She looks hot as fuck in the late afternoon light. She looks delicious. Memory of the hot ass that she's just spread and flashed at me makes my mouth water and so I toss out a suggestion, "Say, Claire, have you ever had your sweet pussy eaten in a sauna?"

She jerks her head towards me, then tilts it in a contemplative way. "No. No I

haven't

," she says with an incredulous tone. "I've fucked, sucked cock, and eaten pussy in there but never got eaten out myself. Hmm," she muses. Then asks, ironically curious, "Why? You hungry for my hot cunt?"

"Always," I assure her.

"Good to know," she says, making no other move than to take a thoughtful sip of her drink.

I take a sip of mine, then put it on the sideboard. I make a show of taking the skewered olives out and eating them enthusiastically. "Mmm," I remark while chewing, "these olives sure are tasty."

"Aren't they," Claire agrees and takes another dainty sip before devouring her own olives.

"Yeah," I answer her rhetorical, then wait a beat. "But, Man! I sure could go for some hot pussy right now."

"Oh," she says innocently, "you meant now?"

I grab my drink, knock it back in two gulps, and jam it back on the counter. "Yeah, I mean now."

She looks at me coyly. "Well, I figured if you're

always

hungry for my pussy then one time's as good as another."

I take a step towards her. "Do you

want

me to eat your pussy?"

"Right now," she asks, toying with me mercilessly.

"Yes. Right. Damn. Now."

"Do

you

want to eat my pussy right-damn-now?"

Okay: I'll cave. I know what she wants, but I'm already plotting how to get back at her.

Hmm

, I think on the side,

Some things don't change.

I step in close and put my hands gently on her hips and lean in. "Claire."

"Yes?"

"I want to eat your hot, sweet, wet, delicious, face-hugging pussy right fucking now!"

"Really? How much?"

"All of it!"

"No; how much do you want it?"

"Enough to beg. You want me to beg?"

"Hmm. Tempting, but not really. No."

"Then get your hot ass in that sauna!"

She pushes off from the tub and gives me a mocking salute. "Yes, Sir!" As she turns to go, I land a solid, hard slap full on her ass so resounding that my hand stings all the way up to my elbow.

"Oooh! Her step stutters and she wriggles, shocked with pleasure. "Wow! That was a

good

one!" She wriggles her ass at me as she bends over the pool cabinet to grab some towels. I take the cue and step in, landing a matching swat on the other cheek with my off hand.

It lands solid and she gasps, wobbles a little on suddenly unsteady legs, then rights herself and prances towards the sauna. I hook the insulated ice bucket off the bar and hide it behind me, but she never looks back before disappearing into the cabinet.

I grab a couple water bottles out of the fridge and follow. Inside, Claire is bent over, spreading towels across the benches. I quietly put the ice bucket down in the shadow of the stone heater. When she turns around, I'm holding up a sweaty bottle of ice-cold water in each hand to distract her.

"Oh! You're so thoughtful," she beams, taking one from me and making a show of opening it and taking a long, thirsty chug. Then she sets it on the bench and makes a show of settling her bum on the towel-covered seat. Languidly, she leans back, sprawling against the upper tier behind, then spreads first one leg, then the other wide enough to plant one foot comfortably on each side bench. On the floor between her legs is a thick, broad folded towel. She's thought about this.

"Now look who's thoughtful," I smile with a flick of my eyes towards the towel.

"Self interest," she says, dismissively, "the more comfortable you are, the longer you can stay down there."

"You think that I wouldn't bear a whole lot of discomfort for the chance to eat your hot cuntbox," I challenge.

"No, just saying," she says with just a hint that she's taken a bit aback by my mock defensiveness.

"We'll see who says 'uncle' first," I say, dropping to my knees between her spread legs and tracing one fingertip feather-light up the inside of one sweaty thigh.

"Bring it!" She barks the challenge with a laugh.

I slide my hand up her thigh, over her hip and run my thumb lightly across her tufted mound, inches from her clit. With the other, I lightly drag the sweaty side of the ice-cold water bottle up the inside of her other sweaty thigh. She stifles a groan and I stifle a self-congratulatory chuckle.

Claire tosses her head back and ever so slightly wags her hips towards me, enticing my mouth as her scent wafts more thickly into my face in the dense sauna air. Quietly, I reach behind me and reposition the ice bucket between my knees. I lean in and feather my tongue slowly up one side of her thick hood and down the other. I can sense she's holding back. She wants to smash herself against my mouth but she's playing cool.

I continue to tease the shaft of her clit through its hood and slide one hand over her mons. I spread my thumb down to just above the apex of her hood and tug up, hastening the emergence of her swelling clit. I tease my tongue underneath the ridge of her hood and across the top of the glans of her clit. She controls her breathing and manages to say, "Mmm, that's nice," almost casually. But I hear the hum inside her. That's my tune.

With my other hand I reach down and quietly slide my fingers under the lid of the bucket. There's still plenty of ice in there, though lots more water than just a little while ago. I quietly pick up two round pieces of ice and slide my hand quietly out. A low moan from Claire as I suck on the thick marble of her bud covers my exit.

I slide my thumb down and gain a better purchase on her hood. I tug on it and suck on her clit, slathering the smooth, throbbing glans with my tongue. She sighs and favors me with a long, low moan of pleasure.

I pull my lips back far enough to slide one of the ice cubes into my mouth. I palm the other one and tease my fingertips between her gooey-wet inner lips. My lips wrap back around her clit and I tease it with the tip of my tongue. My fingers slide back in her slick seam until the tips find her entrance. I rub around its rim and back along her taint and feel ice water dripping down my fingers. Not long now.

I pull my tongue into my mouth and nibble at her clit with just my lips while I cool my tongue on the ice cube. I roll the other ice cube in my palm and let a good trickle of ice water roll down my fingers onto the smooth, firm skin of her perineum. She sucks in a sharp breath as the chill hits her, then lets out a sharp "OH!" as I run the ice-chilled flat of my tongue across the hot bud of her clit.

"Oh, you fucker! No... huh! No fair!" But she's bucking her hips slightly, suddenly more urgent, but still restrained.

I take my hand from her sex and reach down. I flip the lid of the ice bucket so she can hear it and reach in and stir the ice loudly as I search out two fresh cylinders of ice.

"Oh-no-no-no-no you fucking fuck," she pants.

I explore the folds of her inner lips with my cooled tongue and she sighs appreciatively as I do. I take a piece of ice in each hand and set one fist on each of her thighs so that the melt trickles onto her skin. I massage her thighs, my fists slickened by the sheen of sweat that the sauna has expressed.

"That's actually pretty nice," she admits, "a little spritz in the heat. Mmmm! And a cunning tongue in the meat. Lick me, Baby! Lick my buttery cunt!"

"Mmmng " I reply as I swab her folds and clit with the flat of my tongue. I slide my fists over her hips, to trickle cool water over her tummy and flanks as I explore her sex with my lips and tongue.

I slide my fists up her flanks and under her boobs and she warns, "No. Don't you dare!" But I merely drizzle some ice melt across her steamy, sweaty tits and nipples and she sighs, "Ahh! That's nice."

I slide my hands down the smooth swell of her tummy and plant one nearly depleted bit of ice in her navel.

"Ooh! That tickles," she giggles but I smear my tongue into her, changing her distracted giggle into an engaged sigh.

I slip the other ice stub into my mouth and chew it as I nuzzle her lips. When I resume slathering her sex with my freshly chilled tongue, she gasps and thrusts herself at me.

"Fuck, yeah! Eat me baby! You're gonna make me cum with that hot cuntmouth of yours!"

Music. I reward her with a renewed oral assault on her clit and two fingers briskly sliding into her, scraping fingertips up her stretchy, slick front wall. She groans eloquently and I tune my efforts to her noises, working up a steady rhythm of licking and fingerbanging, then modulating it to keep her breaths growing shorter, her moans trending to deeper tones.

Opened wide to my mouth, her sex is a sweet, luscious playground for my lips and tongue and I revel in exploring her. The taste and scent of her fills my mouth and nose and I savor it.

The taste and scent of her have other affects on me as well, finishing what her fingers had started back out in the hot tub. Even as I luxuriate and indulge my mouth in the beautiful, delicious folds and curves of her sex, I feel the renewed throb of my aroused rod thrumming between my thighs and eager to indulge itself as well. I wish, uselessly, for one brief moment that I could eat Claire's gorgeous pussy and fuck her at the same time. But the urge to fill her, to stretch her tight cunt around my cock slowly erodes my passionate attachment to eating her out.

I dip my hands loudly into the ice bucket again, but she doesn't protest this time as I maintain the attentions of my mouth on her hot, drooling sex. She's getting there, steadily. I grab three chunks of ice and slip one into my mouth without breaking the rhythms of my ministrations.

I'm more than ready for what comes next but I'm pretty sure she isn't. I slide my tongue down to her introitus and let the piece of ice slide from my mouth. It fills her entrance and I push it in with my tongue. At the same time, I align the concave ends of the ice cylinders in both my hands with Claire's hard nipples. I bring both cups down over her nips and cover them with my palms.

"FUCK! Fuck you!" Claire slaps both of her arms down hard on the bench on either side of her it she doesn't push me away. "Fuh-huh-Huh-ha-huh-Hu-huh Ah!"

Even as she's bucking and thrashing against me, I manage to slot the tip of my cock in her entrance and push slowly and steadily into her. The sheath of her pussy grips my cock. It's cool against my shaft. The ice cube melting in her is cooler against the tip of my glans. I slide all the way in and she groans, "Fuck! Fuck your so much! Fuck this for feeling so fucking hot! Damn you! Fuck me!"

I do. I fuck her steady and deep, still gripping both of her tits and pressing quickly melting ice against her hard, hot nipples. Icemelt trickles down my shaft as I plunge my cock into her.

"Oh, fuh-huh-huh-huck! It's so... fuck! Gawd I'm gonna... Fuck you! Fuck you so much! Damn!" She's bucking her hips at me and writhing under my hands at the same time. I can tell she's getting close.

I'm reveling in the hot, wet grip of her spectacular pussy. I feel the slow ripple start to move through her pelvis and then it crescendos as she screams out a gasping torrent of obscenities and garbled noises.

"Oh. Holy Shit! Nnngh! Aaah, Fuck fuck fuh-huh-huck Yes!

My balls are too exhausted to work up another climax right now, but that just lets me focus on the delightful sensation of Claire cumming her metaphorical balls off all over my rigid dick. It's glorious and I enjoy every shout, gasp, clench, and spasm of it.

I slide out of her as she melts into a puddle on the bench. I lean forward and kiss her sweaty brow, then her lips, then her cheek.

"Don't try to walk too soon, but don't stay in too long, either."

She groans something that might have been "fuck you" if she'd put more articulation into it.

I slip out into the cool relief of an afternoon breeze. I haven't taken more than a couple steps when I hear the sauna door and a telltale sloshing. I know what's coming.

The cold blast of ice water hits me square in the back and shocks me so hard I nearly stumble.

"Fuck you that was so gawdamn fucking good," Claire taunts.

"The sex or the celebratory splash," I ask.

"Both," she says. I think we'll have to make it traditional from now on." She slides next to me and slips one hand into mine, lacing my fingers with hers. "You fuck me senseless and I get to dump a water jug on you."

"Hmm. Let's make that just a post-sauna thing, okay?"

She laughs with me and we cuddle and fondle as we both rinse off together under the pool shower.

We towel off and head inside to relax in the air conditioning. Claire brings in a chilled bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses, along with her laptop.

She props her legs across my lap and opens the computer up on her thighs while I pour. "Whatcha doin," I ask. She puts a conspiratorial finger across her lips in a "shh" sign and I hear the ringing of a video call connecting.

"Hey there, Fuzzynut," chirps a familiar voice.

"Hiya Buttertits," Claire retorts, whatcha up to?"

Molly Benson.

Well. Fuck me.

"I'm pumping," Molly admits. "Ben's off visiting his folks to show off Andrew to everyone and my tits are backed up as fuck. Plus, I haven't had my parts didfled in nearly a week. I'm a horny hormonal wreck!"

"Want some help with that," Claire's soft, soothing, sultry voice enticed.

"Oh, fuck, girlfriend! You know!"

"Ever had your pussy eaten in a sauna," Claire probes.

"Don't you fucking tease me, Claire. I'll crush you."

"Come on over and see," Claire prompted.

"I'm on the next train out," Molly vowed.

"See you soon, then, Love," Claire soothed, then, almost an afterthought, "Molls? Full disclosure: Nate's back."

"No!" Molly's exclamation carried a fright load of emotion, denial, and excitement that I wasn't prepared to parse over an overheard video connection, but there was a lot there.

"Yeah," Claire affirmed. "Pack your overnight bag," she added.

"We've got a lot to talk about, Girlfriend," Molly promised.

"Plenty to share," Claire agreed. "See you soon!"

Claire closed her laptop after she signed off and curled over next to me. Her lips brushed my ear as she murmured softly, "I think there might be a really sexy threesome in your future, Nate."

There was.

to be continued...