Stiff, sore, sniffly. . . I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed and have you wrap your arms around me. We had plans that I didn't want to cancel but I didn't want to waste by doing the same thing in a hotel room. I called and canceled, now I could feel miserable in peace and not worry about making a disaster of what should be passionate love making.

I popped open the laptop, got online and looked for places to pout my unhappiness at the situation. And just when I had reached the pinnacle of my pitty party, whining about how much I missed the hot tub and using it as a double meaning for how much I wanted you and the new sex toy you told me you bought while I was telling you I couldn't make it, I realized how silly my pouting was.

A few minutes and phone calls later I had reservations for a Jacuzzi room at a local hotel. I hastily threw on clothes, grabbed a hairbrush and toothbrush, and headed out the door. I wasn't concerned that my clothes were likely dirty or that I hadn't brushed my hair yet. I wasn't planning on wearing the clothes long and I was planning to muss up my hair.

After checking in I climbed the stairs to the second floor opened the door, looked around and placed a phone call. It was still two hours till you got off work, but I planned to be naked and wet long before you arrived. As I told you the location and phone number I unbuttoned my shirt, took of my Jewelry, and removed my pants. The tub was in a corner surrounded by mirrors, filling with hot steamy bubbles. I examined myself in the mirrors as I gingerly sat in hot water.

Everything melted in the wetness. The stress, the aches, the whole of everything else vanished as I sunk lower and lower in the tub till only the tips of my nipples floated above the water. I sat there enjoying it until my usually pale skin was a bright red and heat was coming off me as much as off the water. A towel laid out was the only thing that kept the droplets off my nakedness from soaking the bed. I watched TV and waited.

My curves turned back to a soft peach color and goose pimples began to rise. My nipples were hard with chill before I crawled back in the jacuzzi, soaking again till I was as pink as the inner folds of my lower lips.

I was out and toweled off when the call came. I threw back on the clothes and met you at the back door of the hotel. I smiled knowingly at the security camera on the way back to the room. You had brought diner and after eating in the buff we returned to the tub. Casual conversation turned erotic as I leaned back against your chest. You helped me arrange the water jet to spurt it's hardness directly at my clit. Your hands caressing my breasts and your lips whispering in my ear as I began to moan. I played with the water, letting it get me just to the edge and then backing away.

"Let it come," you whispered encouraging me to orgasm. My back arched and the jet pulsated against my clit.

"Oh God," I moaned. Your fingers twisted my nipples. Your lips caressed my neck. My mind fuzzed over and the orgasmic pleasure swept over me.

My cheeks flushed that shade of pink that only happens after a good orgasm as we partly drained the large tub and opened the sex toy that you bought. It was a bondage kit. Like Christmas morning my eyes lit up and I bit my lower lip with excitement.

"Lay there" You pointed at the center of the bed. I sprawled out, breasts pressed against the coverlet. Both wrists were bound and then connected behind my back. My chest muscles pulled back made my breast press harder against the bed. You connected my ankles too, and put a blindfold over my eyes. I held my breath in eager anticipation.

Something soft was dragging over my thighs so lightly it tickled. I thought for a moment it might be your hair but then you flicked your wrist and leather bit into my ass. It didn't particularly hurt. It was exhilarating and wetness gathered between my legs. The lashes of the little whip continued, softly dragging then suddenly lashing out, enhancing each sensation, awakening every nerve across my body.

The leather licked every part of my body, even when you put my bound hands above my head turning me over. My breasts were licked and lashed, my stomach, even my clit and labia were teased by your leather fingers. I was so turned that my juices were oozing down onto the bed.
When you tired of the whip you used your hands and lips to continue. Your tongue flicked across my nipples as your fingers dipped into my wetness one at time.

I was nearly at an orgasm when you stopped. "Pleasure me." you demanded. My lips found your cock as hard my nipples and my bound hands wrapped around your hardness unable to help. Up and down I pressed your length into my mouth. I wanted to make you feel as wonderful as I felt. My bound hands trying in vain to grasp your shaft in a way that would help. Your hands pressed against my hair pushing me down and letting up in a rhythm that pleased you.

A while later you unbound my hands and I removed the blindfold. Your pleasure was still my priority and I used all my newly retrieved resources to bring you to the boiling point. Your cock was as thick and hard as it gets and I was certain you were close to exploding your salty whiteness on me when you grasped my arms and pulled me up on top of you.

"Oh God." I breathed heavily as your rod entered. "Oh God." I moaned as you slid back and our eyes met drenching me in their depth. "Oh God!" I moaned as you rammed back inside hitting the breaking point of my ability to hold back. My nipples tingled, all the breath went out of me and pleasure like a shockwave ran up through my torso and down to my curling toes. You kept pumping creating pleasure almost excruciating in it's intensity.