Hot Springs, part III

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Here is Hot Springs, part I and Hot Springs, part II

So where were we...?

Oh yes, the headboard came off the wall and we had to stop what we were doing to adjust it so it didn't rattle against the wall, or hurt us. 

We climb back on the bed, and B sits near the head of the bed, leaning against the wonky headboard. I tuck the pillows behind him, then straddle his lap, slowly easing myself down onto his hard cock. We were already wet and lubed, but ohhh, it still feels so good to feel him enter me. Have I mentioned how much I love that sensation? I get tingly and wet every time I think about it. 

I tilt my hips forward to rock back and forth, moaning as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone.

Hot Springs, part II

Ok, so where were we?

Oh yes, the shower.
(Here's Part I)

So we got out of the shower - he slipped on the wet floor and almost hit his head on the doorjamb. If he got knocked out it was not the kind of mouth to mouth I had in mind. He went into the room and fiddled with the heater. I wrapped a towel around myself and carefully made my way out of the bathroom. The lights were low. The heat was on (mountains, winter...)


Holding my towel tightly around me, I threw back the covers on the bed. He walked over to me, naked, and by the time he got to me, he was hard and erect, poking me in the belly as he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed... and my towel eventually fell to the floor.

Hot Springs, part I

In the middle of winter, B and I met up at a motel near a tiny mountain town.

I was excited, since this is the first time we had ever had a hotel room. Usually we meet at a hiking trailhead or in a car.

As soon as I put my things in the room, we hopped into his car and drove toward the springs, which are a half mile hike in from the parking area. We parked, hiked in, changed into swimsuits, and tiptoed into the hot pools. I'd never been to a hot springs before. This one is clothing optional, and of the 30 or so people there, about half were naked. I decided to take off my suit, while B kept his trunks on.

The other guy in the pool with us was naked, and I swore when he stretched out to relax, he was purposely trying to point his junk at me. I was tempted to wink at him to see what he'd do, but I was afraid of what he'd do.

B kept referring to him as "Stretch nuts" and out of respect for everyone I tried really hard to not look. But I wanted to.