A Handsome Stranger in the Hot Tub

The soft breeze of the night hair swished some loose strands of my messy bun around my face and I let myself slip a little deeper into the warm bubbles of the hot tub. I wiggled my toes in the water and stretched my legs, a warm shiver ran down my spine. Leaning my head back, I looked up at the stars. It was just me outside here, at this hour most other guests of the hotel were probably asleep by then.

I could feel my body relax in the blubbering water, my boobs slightly lifted, floating with the movement of the water but safely contained in my string bikini. The ties of the bottoms tickled on my thighs. I head some rustling nearby but assumed it would be some bird flapping its wings in a bush. But then water splash noises made me jerk my head around.

A man entered the tub from the side, tanned and attractive, red swim shorts. He was at least ten years older than me. At least. His handsome face changed into a warm smile but there was something in his brown eyes that kept me on the edge. I smiled back friendly and pulled my legs a little closer to me to give him space. Out of the side of my vision I eyed my glass of wine, now standing almost behind him from where he entered.

I let out a sigh, internally already accepting that I wouldn't grab that anytime soon.

I tried to relax back into the position I had before when his velvety voice broke the silence. "Great night, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yeah, perfect for this."

He stretched his legs and his feet almost touched mine. I gulped. Even in the warm water his body heat was nothing to miss. With a pleasant noise, he stretched his arms on the back of the tub, his hand coming very close to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his arm hair reach down to his hands, big and strong. He wore a thicker ring on his index finger. No wedding band. I could feel heat pooling in my center.

A few minutes passed and I could feel the effect of his presence on my body. The way my breathing deepened every time he even moved a muscle. I'm sure I caught him looking at my tits. It sure as hell wasn't the green among the blue tub that made him look.

I stretched my feet again, bumped his foot with my toe, an intentional accident, and lingered. He didn't pull back. After a minute he moved his legs and his foot grazed mine, as if accidentally. But I saw the quirk in his eyebrow from the side as I looked at the sky. I bit the inside of my cheek to hide a smile.

Alcohol would make me a bit braver right now, I thought to myself. I eyed the glass behind him again, then turned my head slowly. Flirtatious, I let my gaze wander over his body. The water let his chest hair curl and the bubbling surface had splashed drops of water that clung to his beard. His tanned body looked even warmer in the soft lights of the tub and almost he glowed in a way. My milky skin was a stark contrast.

He noticed my look and narrowed his eyes playfully. A little smirk tugged on his mouth. I slightly arched as if to relax in the water and averted my eyes but I caught the way his look darted to my tits, searching for my poking nips. He turned his head away again. Polite.

With a soft push off the wall, I floated almost right into his arm, my eyes trained on his head, while I stretched my arms and reached for my glass behind him. My boobs pressed into his arm, my nipples brushing his bicep.

He sucked in a breath and whirled his head around to me, eyebrows raised and mouth gaping in surprise.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was that too close?" A sheepish smile washed over my face and I pulled away with the glass in my hand.

His eyes raked over me and within a split second his arm came around me, pulling me in by the waist. A surprised yelp left my lips.

"No," he simply replied with a devilish smile.

My heart hammered up in my throat and my lips were still parted, almost intimidated I blinked into his dark eyes. The warmth of his strong arm surrounded me. I was almost pressed against his chest.

"Come on now, drink. That's what you wanted, right?" The husky sound of his voice left me trembling and I quickly nodded in agreement. I took a sip of my wine, never breaking eye contact.

When I moved the glass from my mouth, his hand wrapped around mine and he brought it to his lips. "You don't mind, do you?"

My eyes widened and I shook my head. The sheer self-confidence he moved with left me speechless. There was a natural effortless assurance to him.

He took a bigger sip and lowered the glass, and my hand, almost touching the water.

"Good choice," he remarked, and something in me fluttered.

"Thank you," my voice was thinner than I wanted.

"Do you still need that or did that help you enough..?" He asked.

His brows drew together as if to display genuine concern but the tone in his voice indicated some mockery. Embarrassment stained my cheeks pink.

"No, I'm good..."

With a big understanding nod he took the glass from my hand and placed it back behind him on the wooden bench. That gave me a moment to compose myself but when he turned back around to me all that confidence melted away into the bubbles. The drinking for courage didn't go as planned.

"Are you brave enough now, little minx?"

My stomach fluttered as fast as my eyelids and I opened my mouth to say something but the challenging look in his eyes made my mouth dry. I straightened my shoulders and pushed out my chest, letting my eyes slowly wander down his chest. I bit my lip.

His hand brushed from around my waist up my entire back until his arm was stretched across my backside and his hand found the back of my neck. I gulped. He slightly cocked his head as if to ask "What now?", but my head started swimming as soon as his thumb drew circles behind my ear.

I pushed myself a little closer and gently placed my hand under his collarbone, his body heat almost singed the palm of my hand. I let out a shaky sigh.

"Don't be shy..." he murmured to me.

He played with me, played with the bit of courage I had mustered when it was as clear as the night sky above us that he was the one in control here. My body had surrendered the moment his arm closed around me.

Yet, encouraged by his words, I leaned in closer. With gentle sensuality he brushed the back of his other hand over my hip, swiping against the ties of my bikini. The tickling swishes jolted up my body and into my chest, causing my nipples to tighten even more. My nose nudged his as I silently gasped.

Then his hand palmed my hip in a firm grip and I crashed against his lips. The surge of his hold swept me against him and our lips fuzed for a moment before they parted and his tongue licked over mine.

Soft moans transferred from my mouth into his as we nipped and kissed. His hand in my neck pulled me closer with an urgent wrench. My hands wandered on his shoulders, brushing over the muscles that flexed each time his grasp tightened on my body. I thought for a moment he would pull me on top of him and toy with my assertiveness, challenging me to be bolder with him.

But he didn't.

Instead, he pushed me around to sit on the stone bench again and placed himself right between my legs. His hands slipped up to grab the boarder of the tub and he broke the kiss. Panting, I searched his face. A cocky smirk played on his lips while his eyes stared into mine. Then I felt it. Him. The bulge in his pants pressing against my core.

I was cornered against the tub with open legs, his hips rolled skillfully against mine. I whimpered and bit my lip. I could feel his left hand in my neck again, grabbing me firmly while his lips pressed against mine, sucking on the spot my teeth just released. His tongue twisted with mine, heat rushed through my body when his fingers slid down on the string of my bikini top. Twisting it between his fingers, his skin brushed mine just above the surface of the water.

Goosebumps spread from the spot he touched and my nipples perked up. I realized a moment later how this was his entire mission with that move, because he pushed the back of his hand under my bikini cup, tenting the material away from my skin. The night breeze rushed along my wet skin, my nipple almost tingled in delight, then he pulled the fabric completely aside.

My perky tit almost raked for him, my nipple standing proud in the air. From the hotel you could only see a couple close together in the hot tub, my back to the window front. But I was half exposed in front of this handsome stranger feeling me up. Thrilling jolts prickled up my spine and scalp.

Teasingly slow, his lips wandered from my lips down my jaw before he started licking my neck. A whimper and long exhale followed out of my open mouth, my chest heaved from my breathing. With every deep breath my nipple poked closer to him. Yet his hand didn't palm me, as if he enjoyed the exposure itself. It made me almost squirm with desire, I needed more. Waves of lust staggered through my body, his tongue traced patterns on my skin and urgency spread through me like a wildfire.

Impatiently, with the longing for his touch, I pushed my hands between us where his bulge rubbed against my mound. My other hand stroke up his side and back, pulling him closer and closer. I barely couldn't believe the way my body betrayed me, the utter need that traveled from my core through my limbs for this stranger in the night. I couldn't fight it. Worse, I didn't even want to.

I didn't care about anything but this scorching desire flowing through my veins.

The back of his hand brushed over my stiff nipple and I let out a groan, tension and relief clashing together. "More... please..." I rasped and he captured my nip between his fingers, pinching and tugging until the sweet noises from my mouth satisfied him enough.

Meanwhile I was done playing teasing games. My hand skimmed the skin above his shorts before I let my fingers glide under them. I palmed his hot cock, hard and heavy in my hand, and started stroking up and down.

Aspirated moans hit the spot below my ear and I let out a deep sigh in response. A swift motion of his hands pulled down his swim shorts, a split second later one was back on me, the other steadied him against the boarder. Roughly he grabbed my tit and I yelped, the firmness coaxed sweet pain through me that pooled between my legs. His head moved down to suck my nip hard between his teeth while his other hand pushed off the boarder behind me. Stroking upwards from my knee, he reached my bikini bottoms and slid between my legs, feeling the warmth of my sex. He groaned against my tit.

"God..." he moaned, "you feel good."

I could only whimper in response when I spread my legs for him and tugged on his hair while I stroked him harder.

His hands pulled away and a frustrated whine left my lips. Then I felt his fingers on my hips, toying, then tugging on the ties of my bikini strings. I bit my lip and held my breath, the wicked expression on his face left no space for questions. Slowly, making a spectacle of my squirming hips, he loosened the ties until the strings floated in the water. Almost tenderly he lifted the front away from my pussy as if unwrapping a present.

Urgency swamped in my belly and I spread my legs as wide as I could, pushing my hips forward on the stone bench. My arms flailed around his neck and I pulled him in for a hard kiss, rolling my hips forward into his hand.

My tongue plunged into his mouth and to my relief, his fingers followed the action. Two of them entered me without warning, making me gasp hard against his lips. They thrusted inside me once, twice, before he pulled them away again.

"No... please... please..." I whined between hungry kisses.

I wanted his patience to snap.

"I'm begging you... please... please sir...?"

Something in him faltered. His hands reached for my ass when he broke the kiss, his dark eyes staring dangerously in my eyes and for a moment I was afraid I did something wrong, pushed him too much, interpreted the situation wrong when-

With a hard thrust he buried his cock inside me.

I gasped loudly, then moaned and let my head roll back. I held on to his shoulders as he railed inside me, not caring who from the hotel might hear us. my legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper with every thrust and his tongue found my neck again. Sweet heavens, my body was on fire. The built-up arousal flamed up in my pussy and spread through my body, my nails dug into his skin. He moaned in my ear and it sounded like the best music I've ever heard.

I bit my lip in a weak attempt to be more quiet but his relentless fucking made me squeeze and clench around his cock, my first orgasm was near. He pressed harder against me, hands wrapping possessively around my thighs and he pounded into my wet little pussy as if he'd been waiting for it his entire life.

I saw white stars in front of me when the orgasm crashed in, shaking my body in the waves and letting my tits bounce in the water. He didn't ease up his pace, ramming his hard cock inside me over and over. The curve of his dick hit my spot so perfectly that another two climaxes followed the first. I whined and moaned, riding the waves of my pleasure to the fullest.

He thrusted inside me hard once more, then he pulled his hips away. I panted hard against him, eyes searching his face, almost immediately the disappointment set in. But it wasn't over yet.

His hands gripped my wrists and he turned me around, my knees on the stone bench under the water. He pushed me forward and planted my hands on the edge, threading his fingers through mine. I looked up, directly across the grass into the hotel.

My pulse skyrocketed and my eyes widened in shock. If anyone were to walk there... and look outside... we didn't just look like a loving couple anymore. Anyone could catch a glimpse of us in the pool, no secrets hidden. I didn't even feel the cold air on my body, the shivers and goosebumps, as my brain drew the connection.

He let go of my right hand and slapped his cock on my ass. I sucked in a breath. Anyone could see my naked tit, me embarrassingly bent over in front of him, like this. Shame and arousal flooded my brain and I felt dizzy. The exposure let heat waves roll over my naked skin, colliding with the chill of the night.

"You naughty little minx..." he moaned into my ear as he slid the tip of his cock through my pussy. "This makes you even wetter..."

His comment painted my cheeks an even darker shade of red and I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. The thrill of potentially being seen, the risk of being caught like this, without any doubt of what we do... the arousal claiming and twisting inside me was almost painful.

His hand came down sharp on my ass, I hissed, then he pushed inside me with a hard thrust. My sounds turned into moans and I gripped the edge harder, looking over my shoulder to him. The determined look in his eyes made my blood boil.

He hips rammed against my ass, water splashing up between our bodies and I felt his balls slap my clit just right. He pounded me stronger and stronger as if to give potential watchers a show and I melted against the wall, my joints turning into jello.

"God... your pussy feels so fucking good..." he growled and tightened the grip on my hips.

"Then cum for me..." I moaned back. Breathless and on the verge of another orgasm.

"Oh, I'm gonna fill this little cunny and release it all..."

His naughty words washed down my back and I arched more, pressing myself against him with each hard thrust. My pussy tightened when my orgasm spasmed through my body and I felt his glottal groan in my neck. His cock swelled up inside me, stretching me a little bit more, getting even hotter. Then I felt him pumping, his fingers digging into my hips.

Our moans stretched across the lawn and he stayed like this until the waves of pleasure ebbed away. "Fuck..." I rasped, collecting my breath.

"Fuck indeed..." his hoarse voice cursed behind me.

His cock slackened inside me and he slowly pulled out, the lack of body heat let me shiver instantly. I slowly turned around, his hands grabbed my face for a kiss and his tongue licked my mouth before he let himself fall into the water and moved backwards.

My hands scrambled for my bikini panties and I pulled the cup back over my tit, my face flushed and body aching. He stood up, pulling up his shorts. My mouth opened to say something but my heavy breathing and dizzy head wouldn't let me form a sentence.

He winked at me.

I took another deep breath and composed myself, reminding me who seduced who. I stood up, string bikini panties in my hand, and reached for my towel. I stepped out of the hot up and saw his mouth gape open, puzzled and confused, from the corner of my eyes. I stood proud for a moment, swiping my finger down between my pussy lips and catching a glob of his cum. I licked it off and smiled, salty, sweet, mixed with my cum and a bit of hot tub water.

"Thank you," I chirped, before wrapping the towel around my hips. I could slowly feel his cum pooling lower and lower, daring to drip down the inside of my thigh. Then I turned around, grabbing my glass from the wooden bench, and walked off to the hotel building.

I took a the last big gulp of wine as I walked back on shaky legs, wearing a smile on my lips. Slowly, I shook my head to myself thinking about this hot strangers cum in my drenched pussy... I wasn't on birth control... fingers crossed, I told myself, while I silently hoped to see him again at breakfast the next day.