Yellow Dress, Wet Secrets (L)

The air hung thick and heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as we pulled into the secluded mountain spa. Tom, ever the enthusiastic one, practically vibrated with anticipation, his eyes gleaming with a familiar, possessive hunger. This summer weekend was precisely what we both needed – a temporary escape from the suffocating heat of the city, a chance to reconnect in a world stripped bare of distractions. I’d chosen a light yellow sundress and white sandals, a deliberately provocative outfit designed to tease him, but also to offer a touch of relief from the relentless humidity.

“Daddy, when we get to the spa, can I get my toes done?” I asked, a playful glint in my eyes. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Tom chuckled, his hand instinctively reaching for mine. “Sure, Lolita,” he replied, catching my reference with a knowing smirk. “Anything for my girl!” The familiarity of our inside jokes, the comfortable rhythm of our shared desires, was a potent aphrodisiac in itself.

The drive up was filled with our usual reminiscing – a slow, sensual dance through the highlights of our past encounters. The heat radiating from my skin was undeniable, not just from the summer sun, but from the mounting excitement within me. I subtly pulled my skirt down, letting the air flow freely between my thighs, a deliberate imitation of Marilyn Monroe’s iconic “Seven Year Itch” scene. The movement, the exposure, felt liberating, a primal release of tension.

Tom observed my actions with a thoughtful expression. “Not very lady-like, my dear! But interesting,” he remarked playfully, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

“Why do you think I wore this outfit? I’m trying to seduce you… and cool off a bit,” I retorted, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. It was a calculated move, designed to heighten the anticipation, to draw him closer, to ignite the flames of desire.

The spa itself was rustic and charming, nestled amongst the towering pines. But our attention was immediately drawn to the outdoor shower and jacuzzi combination attached to the back deck – a private oasis of indulgence. As we shared a bottle of chilled summer wine at dinner, I casually suggested, “You know, it would be a shame not to try out that hot tub and shower while we’re here.”

Tom’s eyes lit up with instant enthusiasm. “Absolutely, my dear. Let’s go!” The thought of plunging into the warm water, of letting the jets pummel my skin, filled me with a delicious anticipation.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the deck, Tom prepared us drinks and produced two plush, monogrammed robes. He was still undeniably handsome, a testament to a life well-lived, though the hard lines of his physique had softened with age. Despite the passing years, his intensity never waned, and I found myself frequently distracted by his presence, by the simple act of watching him as he went about his daily routines. The contrast between his quiet moments of contemplation and the raw, passionate urges within me was a constant source of both pleasure and frustration.

He knew my predilection for seeing him unclad. After turning on the jacuzzi, he stripped down, stepping into the steaming water with a casual grace that never failed to ignite my senses. I followed suit, discarding my yellow sundress, but hesitated before reaching for my lingerie. I’d splurged on a luxurious white sheer lace bra and panty set, wanting to present myself in my most alluring form. I decided to wear them, trusting in his appreciation for my sensuality.

As we settled into the jacuzzi, I discovered the perfect position for the jets, letting the water envelop my body in a wave of warmth and sensation. The pleasure quickly escalated, culminating in a satisfying orgasm that left me breathless and invigorated. Tom watched intently, his gaze lingering on my body, his hard cock gradually rising to meet my anticipation.

“Please don’t come yet, babe,” I begged, my voice slightly breathless. “I need you to finish inside me.” The unspoken longing, the desperate desire for complete submission, hung heavy in the air.

After my “jacuzzigasm,” we moved on to the outdoor shower. Tom embraced me, and we shared a passionate kiss that quickly dissolved into a more intimate connection. But before fully succumbing to the moment, I gently pushed him down onto the wooden bench. “Watch me,” I commanded, a playful challenge in my tone.

Standing beneath the cascading water, my lingerie becoming increasingly transparent, I let the shower transform into an impromptu wet t-shirt contest. My nipples perked up instantly, drawing attention to their sensitive curves. The cool water against my skin heightened my arousal, creating an intoxicating blend of pleasure and anticipation.

Turning my back to Tom, I unhooked my bra and let it fall, covering my breasts with one arm. I then turned around and gave him my most brazen “I want to get fucked” look, a deliberate display of my desires. With a mischievous grin, I grabbed a sponge filled with shower gel and squeezed it over my breasts and stomach, letting the lather run down over my white lace panties, soaking them in a fragrant, sensual embrace. Then, slowly, deliberately, I bent over, lowering myself as low as possible, and revealed my pussy and tight little virgin anus from behind. I'd never been bold enough to fully explore that territory before, but the opportunity, combined with the escalating heat, felt too tempting to resist.

Soaping my pussy and bottom, I turned back around to face him, presenting myself in all my exposed glory. I playfully spread my strawberry blonde pubic hair, ensuring he could fully appreciate the swell of my clit peeking out, eager for attention. The sight of it, so vulnerable and exposed, should have been shocking, but it only served to amplify my own arousal.

Tom's cock was already hard, a testament to the growing tension between us. I moved closer, kneeling on the wet tiles, and gently soaped his legs between my breasts. Then, slowly, deliberately, I worked my way up his body, savoring the sensation of his warm skin against my fingertips. I was fortunate enough to have breasts large enough to fully envelop his shaft, a fact that brought me immense pleasure. The ability to lick and suck both my nipples and his cock simultaneously was an added layer of sensual delight, further fueling the fire within me.

As fun as this was, penetrating the shower while maintaining our dignity proved challenging. After rinsing off, we wrapped ourselves in the robes and headed inside, seeking refuge in the bedroom.

There, Tom pushed me onto my back and dove headfirst into my pussy, lapping it up with a desperate hunger. After a few minutes, I could feel another wave of pleasure building, and focused all my energy on letting it build until there was no holding back. My orgasm was explosive, a torrent of sensation that left me weak and spent. It was my first big squirt in ages, and I felt a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.

Tom loved watching me come. The urgency, the raw emotion, the sheer abandon of it all filled him with a primal satisfaction. He continued to suckle my tits and make me come again and again, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of our shared pleasure.

As we lay there, exhausted and dripping wet, I reached behind my knees and pulled my legs up toward my chest. Tom positioned himself on his knees and slowly slid his cock inside me, feeling the familiar pressure as he pushed against my cervix. It wasn't always comfortable, but the intense pleasure I experienced outweighed any discomfort. I continued to stroke my body, encouraging him to go deeper, deeper, deeper. The experience was both intensely intimate and surprisingly playful, a testament to the enduring power of our connection.

As the heat subsided, I continued to stimulate him with my fingers, licking and sucking his cock while he suckled my tits. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. We fell asleep, quite spent – and very clean! The lingering scent of soap and water, mixed with the lingering warmth of our bodies, served as a tangible reminder of the passionate encounter we had just shared. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that this weekend, this escape, had done more than just refresh our bodies; it had strengthened the bond between us, reminding us of the enduring power of lust, desire, and the exquisite joy of complete submission.

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