Jacuzzi

We took the lift to the suite that the hotel kindly let me use. Already in the lift, I had evidence that Curtis was really in the mood. It was lucky that the lift was particularly fast, but even luckier that the walk from the lift to the suite was very short. We almost run, we couldn’t wait to let our clothes fly. The Jacuzzi was already full, we entered the water and waited for the bubble to start.

At first we just looked at each other, at the two opposite sides of the round tub: we almost kept distant in disbelief of the strength  of the desire we both felt.  Curtis finally crossed the tub and started massaging my shoulders. He spoke softly, soothingly, he kissed my neck, nibbling me  gently. I could feel his hands caressing my arms, then my breasts, pinching me naughtily from time to time (and this made me really wild)... then his fingers where just circling around my navel, then shifted lower... I held my breath, while his lips were whispering senseless words at my ears and his finger were gently exploring... I turned to him, I push him against the side of the tub and kissed him. I loved his eager way of kissing. The rest followed very naturally: I sat on him and started moving very, very slowly. He kept talking, but the logic of his sentences was not so apparent anymore. He kept repeating how my skin was changing while we made love, I couldn’t feel it at all, but he kept saying, Can’t you feel it? Can’t you feel it? It was his mantra, and his voice became more acute, I dare say, younger, as I started moving faster and faster and faster... when everything was over, we didn’t dare to move – we were both surprised, we looked at each other as if we were meeting for the first time. We got out of the jacuzzi, he helped me to dry and then we went straight to the bedroom and fell asleep, while he clutched my hand to his (pretty hairy) chest.