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Slippery When Wet, Part One, by Sue
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SLIPPERY WHEN WET, part 1 of 2
By Sue
I have a jacuzzi at home that I use when I am relaxing, and also when I want
to masturbate while reading sexy stories from the Internet. But it is really
just a glorified bath tub with jets, not something that you and I have had
much success at enjoying together. It is just too cramped for more than one
person at a time. On the other hand, the spacious jacuzzi that they have at
the local fitness center has been a place that you and I have fantasized
about. During regular open hours, we have been there together, and have sat
in the huge tub, stealing quick gropes and occasionally sneaking our hands
into the crotch of each others bathing suit. But there is no privacy. We have
never been there when we have had the tub to ourselves for more than a few
minutes.
You have obviously been talking to your friend George about some of our
fantasies of the big jacuzzi, because he has offered you a favor. He is the
manager of the fitness center, and he has given you a key to the place so
that we can go there after closing time and use the jacuzzi. So here we are
in the parking lot of the center, watching the last few members walking out
the door. It is past midnight, and the windows of my Miata are steaming up as
we fondle away the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem
of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in this constricted
space, your fingers curl up past the edge of my skin-tight silk panties. You
graze over my sparse cunt hair, which tickles me. When your finger tips slide
down into the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room to
open myself to your touch.
But it doesn't matter, since now you pull your hand away and direct my
attention to the big glass front doors of the fitness center. There is
George, flipping off the light switches, gradually darkening the building.
Then he exits through the doors, setting the locks, and strides down the
sidewalk to his car, waving once in our direction. After a few moments of
last second indecision (it looks so dark it there!), we get out of my Miata
and silently walk across to the doors, where you quickly unlock the doors and
then relock them after we are inside. Not a word passes between us. Something
about the sneakiness of this makes for an spooky and hushed mood. Once we
round the corner of the hallway and are out of sight of the driveway, we each
light one of the candles that we had brought along, and we head down the
stairs to the jacuzzi room. I grip your hand tightly to help ward away the
small but gnawing fear in my stomach. It is hard to explain my fear, since
this is a quiet suburban community, and my head tells me that this is a
totally safe place to be. But the flickering shadows and the late hour are
nevertheless kind of scary.
And it making me horny, too. Being teased so briefly in the car got me
started. Actually, I have been somewhat aroused all day since you called me
this morning to tell me that we could use the jacuzzi by ourselves tonight. I
had to use great self-discipline to keep from reaching down under my desk at
work to give myself a quick little orgasm. But I could feel the moisture in
my crotch all afternoon and evening, and after many hours of being a little
high on the anticipation, I know that the flesh of my cunt has become swollen
and sensitive, and that my clitoris has puffed up and pushed out from the
lips of my cunt, so that I could even feel it rubbing against the silk of my
panties as I walked. My hard nipples have jutted out through the filmy
material of my bra, and I know that they are visible to anyone who looks. So
I have been stimulated all day, and now the skittish edge that comes from
fear is actually serving to build up on my arousal. I don't use the word
"horny" too describe myself very often; I suppose that it sounds somewhat
crude to me. But that is exactly what I was feeling -- scared and horny. I
knew that I would be able to stuff my feelings of horror so that I could
enjoy the fruits of my awakened lustiness.
So as we get to the door to the jacuzzi, my palms are sweaty with this mix of
emotions, and I pull you around and press the entire length of my body up
against yours, pushing you against the door. I spread our hands out straight
to either side of the door, and we grip the candles together. I kiss you
hard, mashing my lips against yours, pressing the red flesh against our
teeth, then stabbing my tongue deep into my mouth. For the moment, I am the
aggressor, as I rub my breasts into your chest, and then slowly lower myself
down your body, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to the side. Continuing
lower, I am letting my nipples, which are encased in the thinnest of blouse
and bra, drag over the rough material of your shirt and jeans. When my knees
touch the carpet, my head is even with your crotch. I kiss at the elongated
hump in your pants. It extends at an angle from the base of your fly down
along your right thigh. I realize that you must not be wearing underwear.
That is what allows your semi-hard cock to extend in that direction. After
planting kisses along your sheathed cock's length, I press my lips the the
end of your cock and force moist, hot breath through the denim and onto your
sensitive cock. I can feel your cock becoming harder, and it strains to pull
upwards. But it is held in place by your tight jeans and by my mouth. The
denim is now soaking wet in the place that i am kissing, and I realize that
it is not only my hot breath that is making the moisture. You are dripping
precome, and I lick your jeans and can taste the salty liquid. Mmmm, that is
so good, so sexy.
I can't wait any longer. Leaving both candles in your hands, I reach up to
unbutton your jeans, and then yank down the zipper. I am in a hurry now, and
I pull down your pants to your knees all at once. Your cock is released from
its constraints and forcefully flips upwards against my chin, and then
bounces up to the side of my face. Pulling back, I kiss the tip of your cock
once, drawing in a string of clear come, and then I fasten my lips around the
taught head and suck in hard, literally pulling my lips down the long shaft.
Bit by bit, I am drawn down toward your thick pubic hair. I feel the bumps
and ridges of veins with my tightly puckered lips as I let my gaze rise up
over your hard stomach, your hairy chest, hour tiny erect nipples, and then
all the way up to your face. You have apparently unbuttoned your shirt and .
My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips all the way into the
bristly hair at the base of your cock. My nose is nestled into that hair, and
as I release my suction to get a breath of air, I breath in the exciting,
musky scent. The head of your cock rest all the way at the back of my tongue.
I bring up one hand to cup and fondle your balls, and my finger tips prod
rhythmically at the root of your cock, in the area between your balls and
your asshole. This makes your entire cock throb and dance in the hot cavern
of my mouth, and the tip of my tongue curls up to massage the tube-like ridge
running along the bottom of your cock. I can tell from the dreamy look in
your eyes that you really like what I'm doing. Perhaps too much, I realize,
since we haven't even opened the door to the jacuzzi yet.
But what the hell. I know that you are good for more than one load of semen
tonight. You must have been aroused all day like I was. So instead of pulling
my mouth off of your cock so that we can go enjoy the jacuzzi, I clamp down
harder, and then start to snap my neck forwards and back, so that I am truly
fucking your cock with my mouth. Each time I pull back to your head, I let my
tongue slurp in a circle around the crown, and poke lightly into your
pisshole. Then back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid tempo.
I slip one of my feed around so that I can can rest my weight on it, and it
immediately presses up through the material of my skirt and I can feel the
pressure of my Achilles tendon as my pistoning on our cock causes my crotch
to rock back and forth. It's not enough to let me reach a climax, but it
brings me to an even higher level of arousal. I though I was horny before!
Now I have your hard long cock fucking deep into my sucking mouth, and I am
juggling your balls in my palm as I toy with that sensitive spot near your
asshole. My heel is driving into my cunt, squashing my labia and my bulging
clitoris into the soaking wet silk. I am hot as can be, sweating with
exertion and lust. Oh, it feels so good, and I can see that it feels great
for you too. Looking into your face, I can see that your eyes are now unable
to focus, and then they clamp shut and your face becomes twisted. You are
panting quickly, and sharp, high-pitched moans escape from between your lips.
For my part, I speed up my pistoning even more, so that my hair is flipping
around my cheeks and onto your thighs. Just as I anticipate your orgasm is
truly arriving, I draw back my head a few inches from your cock, and bring
both of my hands up to jack your shaft. The copious saliva that I have left
behind mixes with more of your precome, making for a wonderful lubrication,
and I squeeze hard with both hands. Your cock is so hard and long that even
using both hands, I am only able to cover half of the wet skin.
Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet of your cream
shoots out from the tip of your cock, and traverses the gap, splattering over
my outstretched tongue. When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come,
the next two jets target on my nose and chin. I crane forwards and rub my
face into your still throbbing and drooling cock. The slimy mix of greasy
come and saliva is swabbed all over my face, and then I kiss and lick at your
cock to clean off the salty and tangy mix. Gradually your cock looses its
hardness, and your knees buckle. You slide down the wall and end up sitting
on the floor. I stand up and tell you to pull out of your reverie or I'll go
home and enjoy my own jacuzzi by myself. but we both know that this is an
idle threat.
And with that, I gently push your soft body out of the way and open the door
to the tub room. It is almost pitch black in there, with only the light of
the candles shining indirectly through the small window in the door. Plucking
up my courage, I enter the room and let the automatic door close behind me.
It only takes me 30 seconds to pull off all of my clothes, finally peeling
the wet crotch of my panties out from between the swollen lips of my labia. I
try to get into the jacuzzi quickly, but when I am standing in the middle of
the tub, the water is so hot that I have to stop for a few seconds to rebuild
my determination. Then I let my leg muscles go soft, and my body drops
quickly the rest of the way into the steaming water. I push myself over to
the side and manipulate the controls, starting up the bubbles and jets. A
couple of red lights come on under the surface, creating even more of an
erotic mood. I'd never paid much attention to those lights before, since the
bright overhead flourescents had always been on when we'd been in this tub
before.
I position myself on one of the underwater benches so that a jet is aimed up
into my cunt. I have to force myself not to inch closer and closer to this
surge of pleasure-giving water. But I still trust that you will be joining me
in the tub, so I hold back. Still, I spread my legs wide, hooking one foot up
and over the edge of the tub. The pulsing jet washes over my cunt, and my
cunt hair and my labia waft around in the current. God, I've been mentally
and indirectly stimulated for more than 12 hours, and now I am finally having
some direct stimulation, no matter that I am keeping it mild. But it feels so
good. I wonder how long I could stand being at this level of excitement. What
if I was constrained from moving, so that this limited plateau of pleasure
just went on indefinitely?
While I am thinking about that, the door opens, and in your come. You are
much as I left you, standing there with your pants down around your ankles
and your shirt pulled open to reveal your chest. Your cock is still limp, and
glistens wetly in the red light. As I watch, I see a final dollop of your
come ooze out of the tip and ever-so-slowly stretch out and falls to the
floor, leaving a pearly white string that connects back up to your cock.
Within seconds, the string breaks.
But what to do. Your cock is too soft to be useful to me. I need to encourage
you to bring it back to life. I ask you to take off the rest of your clothes,
and then to stand on the floor next to where my foot is hooked over the edge
of the tub. When you are there, I reluctantly let my hips arch upward and
away from the warm and welcome jet of water. My cunt rises like Atlantis, so
that it is just barely out of the water. Reaching under my rear, I re-aim the
jet to point upwards more. Now it is directed at my asshole. At first, my
cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but gradually, I let the tension
ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water is able to play right onto and
even into my ass. Doing this is wonderfully kinky, fitting right in with the
randy horsiness that I am still feeling strongly.
Now I let my fingers inch there way up into my cunt, where I languorously
play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all of this for myself, but I
especially am trying to bring you and your cock back to life. Looking
straight up, your body rises up above me like a magnificent statue on a
pedestal. As I broadly massage my cunt and let the jet probe into my ass, I
know that I am putting on a show for you. My breasts are made weightless by
the buoyancy of the water, and they float around lazily on my chest. My
nipples are hard as pencil erasers, and poke up and knife through the surface
of the water like swarming shark fins. After a few minutes, I begin to have
the desired effect on you (and myself as well). At first, it is just a barely
discernible twitch of the head of your cock, but eventually, I can see the
length begin to grow down toward my reclining figure. You grasp the pliant
yet firming stalk and begin to slowly milk it, making it harder and harder.
Everything looks red in this crimson shimmering light, but the head of your
cock is certainly darker and almost purple colored.
When your erection reaches 3/4 hardness, you kneel down and swing your legs
into the tub, and hop in. The depth of the water puts your balls in the
water, and your cock just north of that. Standing between my wide-spread
thighs, you playfully twitch the muscles of your stomach, which makes your
cock spring up and then flop down, slapping the water. You edge your feet
forwards, and your cock splashes closer and closer to the junction of my
legs. I use my fingers to spread my pubic hair and my outer labia, so that
when your are finally close enough, your cock slaps down gently into the wet,
pink valley of my cunt. Another couple of inches forwards, and the head of
your cock touches down on my clitoris. It's the most subtle of caresses, but
it strikes me like an electric shock. My hips jerk up sharply, and then
settle again.
You grasp the bottom half of your now fully hard cock in one of your hands.
This allows you to fully control the motion of your cock, and you begin to
swipe it back and forth over my entire cunt. Then you mimic the slapping
motion that you had before, only more forcefully, so that you bring the head
of your cock down hard onto my clitoris. When you get the positioning just
right, the tip of your cock actually flips over the tip of my clit, strumming
it like a bass guitar string. Although your thigh now blocks the most of the
full force of the jet on my ass, my anus is still wide open, and I can feel
the bubbles and currents tickling that forbidden spot. I am now at an even
higher plateau of pleasure. I wouldn't have thought it possible to be this
euphoric and passionate, but you and I are able to maintain it like this for
minute, after minute, after minute......
Finally, my moment arrives, and I am transported into an unbelievable orgasm
that feels like I have become the swirling waters of the jacuzzi: hot,
twisting, effervescent with tiny bubbles, connected to everything in the
world, primal, surging, and cresting as huge waves. It is wonderful and
erotic and ultimately indescribable. I have no idea how long my climax
maintains itself, but you keep up the strumming over the tip of my clitoris
until I finally let looses of my labia and push your cock away. There's only
so much that I can stand, and that was twice my limit.
After my frenetic orgasm, I need a few minutes of quiet to clear my head. So
I reach over to the controls and turn off the jets and the bubbles. Silence.
My head buzzes in the aftermath of my climax, and I let the arch of my hips
come down, and then unhook my foot from the side. My body floats easily on
the surface with you still standing between my spread thighs. Your cock juts
straight outwards from your
crotch, and the head probes undemandingly into my cunt hair. You know enough
to give me the time I need to recover.
Continued in part 2
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