Things Got Steamy

It had been a long week for Lisa and me. My manager had kept me busy working on a presentation, and I had been facing writing deadlines from every which way. So upon wrapping up the work week, we decided it would only be responsible to take ourselves away for some quiet time.

We checked in at a quaint little hotel and spa located a couple of hours out of town. The first thing I wanted to do was get acquainted with the hotel restaurant, but Lisa was adamant that we should check out some of the more relaxing hotel facilities first, namely the spa. We compromised on a visit to the steam room, sweating out some old, built-up toxins before indulging in alcohol with at dinner.

I bid adieu to Lisa as we parted for separate changing rooms. She had brought a cute pink polka-dotted bikini with her, and I was excited about seeing it on her for the first time. When she met me in the steam room, I noticed we were the only ones there.

I sighed and sat down next to her, leaning my head back on the bench behind me, and almost let my towel fall away.

“Feel good?” Lisa asked.

“So good. I needed this.”

Lisa giggled then. “You like my suit?”

I leaned over and kissed her. When I sat back, she noticed I still had my towel wrapped around my waist.

“You gonna take that off?” she asked, amused.

“Ah, I wasn’t sure I should. I didn’t know this was a bathing suit kind of thing, so…”

“You came in here naked?” Lisa gasped in disbelief.

“Not naked; I’m wearing a towel!”   

She shook her head and laughed. “Well, I mean, if you’re already naked anyway…” Lisa trailed off suggestively and gave me a wink, knowing what a sucker I am for seductive suggestions.

I perked up at that and sat up. “Really, in here?” The words came out of my mouth before I even thought about it. “More fun with a little risk anyway.”

I was going to see if I could lock the door but then decided against it. The spa was so quiet, and if anyone walked in, at least it would be a funny story to remember in a few years.

I took off my towel, and Lisa could see that I was getting hard.

She spread my legs apart, got down on her knees, and pushed on my chest so that I was leaning as far back on the bench as I could go. Offering a smile, she came in for a passionate, tongue-filled kiss between warm, steam-soaked lips.

While we were kissing, I undid the back of her bikini top and let it fall to the ground. Lisa moved downwards and enclosed my penis in her mouth.

A little side note about me: I have always enjoyed fellatio, and Lisa is excellent at it. Hearing her hum, seeing her pleasured expression whenever she looks up—it got me excited. Knowing she was turned on turned me on. And let’s not forget the deep throating.

She massaged my penis with her tongue, gently at first and then gradually with more pressure. Lisa liked to tease me a little bit, moving her throat down as far as it could go and then quickly back up again. I moaned softly and took hold of her hand, which had been squeezing my right thigh. We entwined fingers as I kept moving up and down, pushing into her sweaty, obedient face.

After a few minutes, her jaw started to stiffen, and I sensed the shift in her body language. I pulled her off me and put her legs around my waist, bringing her in for another kiss. Before I knew what was happening, we stood up. I thought we were going to start some standing-sex action, but she spun around, still kissing me, and lowered herself down onto the bench.

It was my turn to push her legs apart. I gently massaged her thighs and slowly moved my hands up towards her vulva. Starting off stroking her clit and labia with my thumb, I soon let my tongue take over. I moved it up and down and side to side, changing up the tempo and pressure and then easing off to a soft, slow tickle.

Lisa held my head in one hand and sighed, dripping with cum already. She must have been fingering herself while sucking me off. I knew it wouldn’t take me long to make her come.

I positioned my mouth over the top of her labia and clit and sucked, stroking my tongue diagonally over it. Then I locked onto her clit, running my hands up and down her stomach and thighs. As my tongue sped up its circular motions, I could feel her getting close. It was as if she was a pot of water that was bubbling up and getting ready to boil over.

She grabbed my hair and moaned loudly – far too loud for the public space we were in, but I didn’t care. We both felt so good, and we were prepared for all the world to know it.

I inserted a finger into Lisa as my tongue turned ferocious on her clit. She couldn’t hold off any longer; in one big, long burst, her water boiled over. She came, panting and moaning loudly. I kissed her inner thighs, and then she pulled me close to her.

At dinner later that night, we clinked our wine glasses and toasted a busy week and an even busier first day of our mini-holiday.