Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I follow, totally mesmerized, as if she’s the Pied Piper and I’m her subject. Except, Allie isn’t feeding me false promises. She wants me close. She wants us to be alone. She’s not choosing the fivesome where I’d be just one dick among many.
The hot tub is set away from the main pool area in a more secluded space edged by tall green shrubbery tipped with bright pink flowers that match Allie’s outfit. She pads slowly across the tiled floor, her feet bare, still clutching her drink and phone. As her hips sway, I lick my lips. Maybe, if she’s not ready to go all the way, we can find some other interesting ways to pass the time.
The hot tub has a cover which I unfasten as Allie takes the tie around her kimono and loosens it. My eyes drift from the task at hand as she slips the knot open and allows the fabric to part. I bite my bottom lip as her soft, tan flesh is revealed, tantalizing inch by inch.
I thought the shrug she gave me about her outfit was a tease, but as Allie slides off her outfit, she really is wearing nothing underneath, and damn if my dick doesn’t stiffen so quickly, I almost fall headfirst into the tub. Jeez, she’s got everything going on. Tight pink nipples and perky natural breasts, a sweet nipped-in waist and cute curve to her belly that so many of my clients work to get rid of, but it’s actually my favorite part to kiss. And lower, the apex of her thighs taunts me with its nearness.
If Allie thinks we can hang out naked in this hot tub discussing my cock without anything happening, she must be crazy.
The tent in my shorts is comical, and her eyes drift to take a good look before her eyebrows raise.
“Do you mind if I record our conversation?” She holds out the phone and I stare at it like it’s an unexploded hand grenade. Or a giant cock block.
“I’m fine with you recording anything you want.”
My mind drifts back to my fantasies of her using my rubber dick replica to make herself come while I watch. It would have been nice, but sex in the hot tub would be nicer.
“Okay.” She climbs the steps until her ass can rest on the side of the hot tub and she swivels so her legs are in the water. I press the button to start the jets and join her, keeping my shorts on. She wants to interview me, and I need half a hope of holding myself back from slipping into her tight, wet heat.
When she’s pressed a few buttons, she turns to me, tucking damp stray locks of hair behind her ears. Her tits bob high in the water, drawing my attention until she clears her throat. “How are you finding this experience?” she asks.
“Interesting,” I say. “I mean, I was hoping to answer some questions and enjoy a paid vacation, so I guess the experience is living up to expectations.”
“That’s good to hear.” Allie rests her head back against the hot tub’s wooden sides, tipping her face to the sky. “This place really is spectacular.”
“It is,” I agree. Oh god. Her tits move higher and those nipples that make my mouth water peek just out of the water.
I think she’s trying to kill me.
“Tell me what you like about sex.” Her hand drifts across the water like a caress, coming to rest against the edge like she’s bracing herself.
“Everything,” I say. “The chase before. The seduction. The moment she agrees, either verbally or physically. The first time I see her naked. The first stroke of my tongue between her legs where I get that hit of her taste and smell that makes my head go woozy.”
I lick the moisture from my lips and grip the edge of the hot tub, my knuckles whitening as I attempt to hold myself apart from Allie. “Her submission. Her moans. The notch of my cock between her legs. Feeling how wet she is. Shoving myself into all that tightness. The race of my heart. The instinct that rears up into my hips. The way my mind spins as pleasure gets closer. The heat in my lower back, the buzz in my balls. Her frenzy as she chases release. Her moans and loss of control. The surge of pleasure that makes me weak for just a second.”
When I’ve finished, I finally look in her direction and find her staring at me, lips parted, eyes dark with arousal. “Wow.”
I smirk at the evidence that I’ve stolen her breath. “Yeah. Wow. That’s exactly what I think about sex.”
She clears her throat. “And what about your dick. What do you think about it?”
“I love my dick, just like I love every part of me. We’re like a well-oiled machine. I keep fit so that I can use my body exactly the way I want to use it, and my dick does everything he needs to do to keep up his end of the bargain!”