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Sandy 2
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Sandy 2
by Barry Wagstaff
What is it about making love in a public place that is such a
turn on? Why is it even more fun when there are dozens of
people all around and unaware of what is going on? Must be
because it is naughty. Or are they really unaware?
In Western Colorado, in the town of Glenwood Springs, is a world
famous natural hot spring and spa. Hundreds of thousands of
tourists stop off at the springs to soak in the large swimming
pool which lies at the side of I-70. The pool is heated to 85
degrees or so, year-round and is open from 9am - 10pm every day.
While living in Denver, it became my custom to travel to
Glenwood Springs at least twice a year to avail myself of the
healing waters of the spa. The large pool is some 75 feet
across and easily 300 feet long. Depth ranges from 3 feet to 12
feet, though the area beyond the 6 foot level is roped off for
laps and the diving area.
On one particular trip I invited Sandy to join me. She and I
had been dating for some time and tended to hang out together
quite a bit. Since I find going in the pool at night more
romantic I pressed for at least one nigh time dip during our
trip. We checked into the hotel, stepped out to eat at one of
the many fine restaurants around Glenwood and made it back to
the hotel by sundown (730pm). It was the early tourist season
(April) and it still gets nippy in the air that high up in the
mountains. We donned our suits, she a one piece and me a pair
of trunks, grabbed some towels and headed off to the pool across
the street. It must have been 50 degrees outside as Sandy's
nipples were erasers sticking out through her bathing suit. She
had goose bumps all over her arms. Shortly we both were
immersed in the warm, enveloping waters. Since we are both
fairly tall we moved down the pool toward the deep end, taking
up position at the 4.5 foot area. We located one of the inlets
for the hotter water and enjoyed it playing over our bodies as
we danced and playfully splashed. The pool lights were on as
well as several floodlights, but it wasn't anything like bright
sunshine.
Still, even with the gentle misty fog produced by the water/air
temperature difference, it was possible to see 25 feet around.
We'd previously asked if nude swimming was permitted and had
been told that it was strictly prohibited. Tonight there were
perhaps 50 - 75 people with us at varying distances up and down
the pool. There was a lifeguard on either side of the pool,
sitting up on the high chairs. The stars were out brightly
though only some could be seen owing to the bright lights in the
pool area.
Around 9pm Sandy announced that the dinner wine was bloating her
bladder uncomfortably. She eyed the long run for the bathrooms
and noted that the big thermometer on the wall indicated that
the air temperature was now close to 40 degrees. She came over
for a hug and to lament her predicament. I didn't want her to
abandon our swimming quite yet as I had every intention of
making love with her right there in the pool.
On my very first trip to the hot springs pool I'd had all my
architectural and engineering questions answered and found out
that the pool water which laps over the edge is subsequently
drained off and dumped into the river which runs through the
Glenwood Canyon. This edge drain area is smooth stone about a
foot wide beyond which is the walkway around the pool. My
suggestion to Sandy was to use this water drain area as a place
to drain her water so that her out-of-the-pool time would be
minimized. She pondered my suggestion, looked around and
shrugged, her pained expression indicating that her urgency, and
my suggestion, would win out. She hopped up on the ledge and
turned to face me as I remained in the water staying warm. She
scolded me not to watch her pee. I explained that I not only
wanted to watch, but wanted her to put on a show for me. She
laughed then squatted down all hunched forward hugging herself
to keep from losing too much heat. She looked around one last
time, spread her feet apart to have as wide a squatting position
as she could muster and using her fingers carefully pulled the
crotch to her swimsuit aside exposing her labia. She giggled a
second and let loose her stream. It was wonderful to watch.
With the coldness of the air, her urine created an additional
steam cloud. I didn't mention it, but a young woman had come
over to watch what was going on as well. I smiled at her while
Sandy had her eyes closed enjoying the relief from her distended
organ. The young observer smiled back and then, when she
realized what was happening, grinned widely and slipped back
into the fog bank. I reached out so that Sandy's water bathed
my hand. Reaching up I tried to touch her pudenda, but she
suddenly finished, squirted out the last few drops, opened her
eyes, looked sternly at me, pulled her suit back into place and
fell forward into the warm pool again.
I grabbed her and we hugged for some time. One of our favorite
positions in the pool, and one which we'd noticed hardly anyone
else employed, was a face-to-face position in which she would
wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck/upper
shoulders. In this position her crotch was directly in line
with my penis and her breasts, still covered by her suit of
course, could rest directly on my chest. In this position I
could provide the locomotion and I moved us down toward the 4
foot area of the pool again. We passed several other solo
swimmers and couples none of whom where entwined as were we. It
wasn't embarrassing in the least to us to be seen like this.
Reaching deep in the water I patted Sandy's bottom. She
responded by flexing her encircling legs in a familiar, sexual
way. I took this as the "Go Ahead" sign. Stretching a bit I
was able to easily rub her labia through the suit. This was
very pretty swimsuit she was wearing - one of the kind I find
sexy with a short skirt which flared at the hip. Sandy looked
around nervously. With a slight movement of her arms, she
pulled the shoulder straps down her arms and the front of her
suit down between us allowing her breasts to lie directly
against my skin. It was heavenly. Another couple drifted into
our visual space and glanced over. The woman noticed
immediately that Sandy had bared her breasts - she whispered
something to her partner, they giggled and moved back into the
fog.
My dick was rising to the occasion despite the warmness of the
water. I pushed up against Sandy's crotch and she looked
knowingly back into my eyes. Reaching between us she rubbed my
cock lightly. Adjusting myself a little, I was able to bring my
dick around one leg of my suit freeing it and my balls. The
warm water swirling around my unencumbered member felt glorious,
though less so than what was coming. Pressing upward the
dickhead pressed against her slit and identified the likely
location of her tunnel. She wiggled back against the intruder
and moaned in my ear. Straining to one side I struggled to pull
her swimsuit crotch over, being fairly certain she'd never
merely doff her suit amidst all these people. By now my dick
was rigidly hard. Sandy leaned to the other side and helped
pull on the material of her suit. Suddenly my fingers were
treated the slipperiness of her lubrication. Separating the
fingers while adjusting peter's position I was able to introduce
the glans just inside Sandy's vagina. She drew in a deep breath
as I bit my lower lip. Flexing her legs she pulled me another
half inch inside her.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the previously
interloping couple moving back toward us. No way was I going to
stop this intromission just because an audience had arrived. I
noticed that the approaching woman had evidently removed the top
to her suit and when she saw me looking and smiling, she smiled
back and pulled away from her man enough to show off her
beautiful breasts to me. By this time Sandy had adopted a
regular, obviously sexual motion in her desire to bury me
completely within her. I had gently turned us so that Sandy
couldn't see the other couple. Deep inside Sandy I could feel
her urgency in trying to orgasm, though I had slowed down our
rhythm to prolong the culmination. My own load was building and
my balls were being drawn up tight against my perineum. The
other couple were doing some manipulation with their hands under
the water. A third couple drifted out of the fog, took notice
of what was going on and quickly moved back into haze. Since I
figured the other couple was trying to duplicate our joyful
union, I wanted to watch it happen as long as I could.
Sandy was panting quite hard in my ear now. I kissed her neck
while I rubbed her back. She adjusted herself to pull the suit
down further between us. I was starting to notice that the
crotch of her suit was abrading the side of my dick rather
badly, but the pleasure still outweighed the pain. If I could
just hold on another few minutes I could blast my load deep up
into Sandy *and* watch this other woman be impaled by her lover,
too.
Making love in the water is inately satisfying. Must be
something left over from when we lived in the water all the
time. A retained memory a la "Altered States". Suddenly, the
other woman was lifted out of the water a bit - she moaned out
loud and threw her head back tossing her dark pony tail like a
mane. It was beautiful - her lover had obviously driven his
tool all the way home. She started up with a rhythm that was
identical to ours: sex is such a basic function.
I returned my attention to Sandy, picking up speed with my
thrusts. Sandy responded automatically trying to pull me
deeper. I whispered to her that I was near coming; she hummed
back that she was close, too. With my first spurt I grunted.
Sandy emitted a low hum and crossed over. With my thrusting I
was turning us around so that Sandy would have a view of the
other couple in their heat, too. As my orgasm eased my
thrusting lessened and Sandy's orgasm settled into the
denouement as well. She evidently opened her eyes and boy did
she get an eyeful, too - the other man was beginning to shoot
into his cavern. Sandy clutched me tightly, then realizing that
we were still coupled and that the others may see, she jerked my
dick out of her.... but kept watching the others having sex
until
the man was spent. Then we moved off into the mist ourselves.
Sandy was really angry and gave me an earful about privacy. I
gotta say it was a wonderful orgasm for me; for her, too, as
long as she didn't know she was being watched. My partially
skinned dick healed, though we couldn't have sex again for a
week.
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