Yellow Dress, Wet Dreams (L)

The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a welcome relief from the suffocating humidity clinging to the city. Tom had insisted on this mountain spa, a secluded haven nestled amongst towering pines, a desperate attempt to recapture the carefree abandon of our youth. I’d packed light, opting for a breezy, lemon-yellow sundress and sandals, a playful defiance against the oppressive heat. It was a calculated seduction, a hint of the pleasure to come, coupled with a touch of cool desperation.

As we pulled into the gravel driveway of the rustic cottage, a small, mischievous smile played on my lips. The place was charming, undeniably so, but the true allure lay in the promise of indulgence. A weathered wooden deck extended out from the back, boasting a jacuzzi and, more enticingly, an outdoor shower – a private sanctuary just waiting to be discovered.

“Daddy, when we get to the spa, can I get my toes done?” I’d asked, my voice laced with a deliberate sweetness. “I’ll make it worth your while.” Tom, ever attentive to my desires, had chuckled and replied, “Sure, Lolita, anything for my girl!” The use of our familiar nicknames was a constant reminder of our twisted dynamic, a perverse intimacy that fueled my anticipation.

The car ride was filled with reminiscing, a slow, sensual unraveling of past encounters. The heat was relentless, clinging to my skin, and sweat trickled down my back, a sticky reminder of my own arousal. Instinctively, I pulled my sundress up, exposing my thighs, and blasted the AC from my own body, channeling a blatant, almost vulgar impression of Marilyn Monroe’s iconic “Seven Year Itch” subway scene. The sensation was electrifying, a brazen display of desire.

Tom’s reaction was immediate and amused. “Not very lady-like, my dear! But interesting,” he commented, his eyes tracing the contours of my exposed flesh. “You’re certainly not afraid to provoke a little, are you?”

“Why do you think I wore this outfit?” I retorted, my voice dripping with playful defiance. “I’m trying to seduce you… and cool off a bit.” It was a blatant invitation, a blatant challenge to his control. The thought of his reaction sent shivers down my spine.

The cottage was even more enchanting up close, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Tom, anticipating my desires, produced two plush robes from the bathroom, enveloping us in their comforting embrace.

He wasn’t as physically imposing as he used to be, the hard lines of his 20s softened by time and indulgence, but he still possessed a rugged charm that sent shivers down my spine. The memory of his youthful strength, his raw power, lingered in my mind, a potent reminder of the intensity of our past. It was often these unexpected moments – his actions, his gaze, even his silence – that truly ignited my desire. It was this odd juxtaposition of attraction and restraint that made our connection so compelling.

“Let’s see what this place has to offer,” Tom said, his voice low and suggestive. “The hot tub and shower are just off the back deck.”

As we made our way to the back of the cottage, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lawn. The jacuzzi bubbled invitingly, a swirling vortex of warmth and relaxation. Tom stripped down, his body gleaming with sweat, and plunged into the water, the jets immediately sending shivers through his muscles.

I followed suit, shedding my sundress and finding myself torn between the comfort of the robe and the temptation of my lingerie. After a moment of hesitation, I succumbed to the urge, pulling out a white sheer lace bra and panty set, a recent purchase that I’d saved up for. It was a touch of extravagance, a further signal of my intent.

As I joined Tom in the jacuzzi, the water enveloped us in a warm embrace, the jets massaging our muscles, intensifying our sensations. I quickly discovered the optimal position for the jets, allowing me to ride the waves with increasing intensity, leading to a particularly satisfying orgasm.

Tom watched me, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and lust. “You’re a natural,” he murmured, his voice husky with pleasure. “Don’t hold back, my dear.”

“Please don’t come yet, babe,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need you to finish inside me.” The words hung in the air, a potent mix of vulnerability and desire.

After my “jacuzzigasm,” we moved on to the outdoor shower. The cool water cascaded over our bodies, washing away the heat and clinging sweat. Tom embraced me, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and we kissed passionately, a slow, deliberate exploration of our shared desires. But as quickly as the kiss began, I pulled away, gently pushing him down onto a wooden bench.

“Watch me,” I said, my voice laced with a challenging glint.

I stepped into the shower, letting the water run over my body, further enhancing the transparency of my lingerie. My nipples immediately perked up, turning the shower into a sort of impromptu wet t-shirt contest, with me as the sole participant. The sensation was exquisite, a tantalizing invitation to my pleasure.

Turning my back to Tom, I unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the ground. With one arm, I covered my breasts as best as possible, then slowly turned around, presenting myself in my most brazen, vulnerable state. I made sure he could see my pussy and tight little virgin anus from behind, a blatant display of both innocence and anticipation.

With a mischievous grin, I grabbed a sponge and filled it with shower gel, squeezing it over my breasts and tummy, letting the lather run down over my white lace panties. The combination of soap and water intensified the sensation, creating a tingling, electrifying feeling. Then, I turned around again, slowly wiggling out of the panties, bending over to expose my pussy and tight little virgin anus from behind.

I soaped my pussy and bottom, then turned back to face him, presenting myself in all my glory. I playfully spread my strawberry blonde pubic hair, ensuring he could see my swollen pink clit peeking out, eager for attention.

Tom’s cock was already at full mast, throbbing with anticipation. I got down on my knees, carefully positioning myself so that my breasts encircled his shaft, much to his delight. The angle was perfect, allowing me to lick and suck both his cock and my own nipples simultaneously, a combination that heightened our shared arousal to an almost unbearable degree.

Despite the fun, penetrative shower sex proved difficult at our age. After rinsing off, we wrapped ourselves in the robes and moved to the bedroom. The heat of the day was gone, replaced by a cool, comforting stillness.

Tom pushed me onto my back and dove headfirst into me, lapping at my flesh with a desperate hunger. The movement was both intimate and primal, a visceral expression of his need. After a few minutes, I could feel another orgasm building, so I focused on letting it build until there was no holding back. I then squirted all over his face, a messy, joyous release. It was my first big squirt in ages, and I was both embarrassed and elated.

He loved it. He reveled in my pleasure, his eyes shining with delight. I grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up toward my chest, drawing him closer, while he positioned himself on his knees and slowly slid his cock inside me, deep into my pussy. The angle was perfect, pushing against my cervix, a sensation that was both intense and oddly comforting. The experience was both thrilling and slightly uncomfortable, but the overwhelming surge of pleasure quickly erased any discomfort.

After Tom came inside me, I still yearned for more. Seconds were difficult sometimes for him, but I held him, telling him sexy stories as he suckled my tits and made me come with his fingers. Tom loved watching me come, finding it urgent and sweet. I loved being his inspiration, as he loved being my muse. The connection between us was undeniable, a potent blend of lust, desire, and shared pleasure.

As we lay exhausted and clean, wrapped in the warmth of the robes, a sense of contentment settled over us. The day had been filled with pleasure, a delicious indulgence in our twisted desires. It was a perfect end to a perfect day.

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