Another short story collection:
A hot bath fantasy
The air is slightly chilly in the early autumn night. Darkness is all around us, only broken by the flicker of a dying bonfire a couple of meters away. We are sitting partially submerged in a large wooden tub, the wood stove fixed to its side is heating the water to a level where sweat is breaking out on my forehead.
I can see the shape of you through the dry white top of your swimming suit. The halterneck lays firmly over your sholders, the fabric is stretched over the blunt but distinct shapes that push out from your chest. The dark water obscures my view of your body below your belly button, but I imagine that the wet bathing suit would reveal more if you stood up.
Your smile is mesmerising and I can't help but smile back at you as you keep on talking to me through the steam rising from the surface.
It takes all my will power to keep looking at your face and not to let my gaze wander.
Every time you turn your head, my eyes quickly dart down in a vain hope to catch a glimpse of a wet patch above the water line.
It is obvious from your posture and confidence that you know exactly the impact your choice of clothing can have if you let it, the question is wether you know that it already has.
For the others at the party nothing can be seen.
No one else seemed interested in a bath. On the other edge of the bonfires glow two people are locked in a conversation, but most of the party goers have abandoned the fresh air for the heat inside the house.
I do my utmost to show you my interest in your life, plans and passions. I truly am, but focus is hard when my skin tight swimming trunks are close to bursting.
When you shift your legs a current of hot water smoothly presses its way through the cloth, heating my already hot member. I move my legs a bit in reply. Did I see a reaction? Was that slight upturn of your lips a result of hot water? Did you just turn your head away to hide the fact that the blush on your cheeks is not entirely due to the steam?
The brief pause in your tale has me scrambling for what you said, my thoughts absorbed by the thoughts of your possible pleasure and my imminent explosion.
Your eyes are glittering as you move your cold drink to your lips to sip it.
Your head turns slightly back, exposing your neck, and you let out a low moan of pleasure as the cool mohito slips down your throat. The condensation quickly collects on the glass and a small trickle of water makes it way to the foot of the glass, ready to fall as a light rain straight towards your left nipple and expose it...
Just as the drop is about to loose its grip, you move the glass away to the edge of the pool and set it down. I quickly turn around, putting another log in the burner, to conceal the fact that I have been staring longingly at you for several seconds.
The light increases slightly as I stoke the fire, exposing my upper body.
As I turn back I can see how you unabashedly look at my half naked body.
I could swear that you just raised your gaze from the edge of my trunks and the large hard shape that just breached the surface. Without thinking I quickly sit down, causing a tidal wave to move towards you forcing you back and up with a laughter.
The water moves quickly up your swimming suit, licks the lowest millimeters of your breasts before it recedes again.
"You did that on purpose!" You say with a mischievous grin.
I can feel myself blushing and I reach for my glass.
You turn around to fill up your own.
As you reach outside the tub for the pitcher, your body rises above the water exposing the entire one-piece. Your very well shaped butt is turned towards me, but as you lean further over the edge my eyes fall on the bulge that is pushed back between your thighs. Pink, clean shaven and swollen. Your pussy lips are pressed apart as your movement stretches the suit to its limit.
Is the swelling because of me? Is it the heat? Or perhaps it is the alcohol and sitting almost exposed with a stranger in a hot tub that is turning you on.
I want to glide up behind you. Feel your skin on my skin. Smell your neck. Let the tip of my tongue lick behind your ears. Feel the weight of you as you lean back towards me, down onto the hardest part of me.
But I don't know you. What is this moment to you?
Is it a nice conversation, an innocent flirt, a game to see how far you can push me, or a deeply rooted desire for complete carnal satisfaction?
On impulse I move towards you, glass in hand, as you sink down again with you back against me.
My movement dampens the waves and you turn around.
I am close now, so when your glass moves towards me I let mine touch it in a toast.
We smile and our lips meet the cold glasses.
Your toes touch my foot. Tense as I am I flinch and the drink goes down the wrong way.
I start coughing.
"Are you OK?" Your searching eyes, the faint curve of a smile on your lips. It's impossible to see if you are amused that your move panned out, or if you are as surprised as I am.
"No worries"
I choose to push on, a small step further.
You follow my lead and now our eyes are so close to each others that I am drowning in your gaze.
With two layers of fabric in between, my stone hard dick smoothly touches your belly, just slightly. No visible reaction from you.
We drink deeply. You tip your head too far and loose you balance slightly. Your free hand shoots out behind my back for support. Since you are shorter than me it lands on my hard, tense buttock and you grip firmly around it as gravity pulls you back away from me.
Instinctively I reach out and catch you with a hand between your shoulder blades, my right leg moves in between yours for support and I can feel your pussy nudge my thigh.
You look a little dizzy and I'm starting to suspect that if we don't quit now you will wake up tomorrow with a head ache and a lot of angst.
I don't want to be the cause of that so I put my drink aside and take yours as well.
"We've probably had a bit too much for tonight."
"But it's so good, taste it!" you plead.
You pull your glass out of my hand and press it to my lips. I can taste an intense sweetness with clear tones of strawberry. My buzzy brain takes a few turns.
Strawberry soda?
Non alcohollic!
Your hand glides around my trunks and takes a firm grip of my cock! You stare me straight into my eyes. "But now I crave something meatier! I am hungry, and so are you!"