Archive-name: SpecMome/winter2.txt
Archive-author: Nite Crawler
Archive-title: Winter Passion - 2


II. THE HOT TUB PRELUDE
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The  sensual warming session has  us both relaxed, and  I
suggest  we move to the hot tub to continue. Readily agreeing,
you  glide  away down  the hall to  your room, and  I to mine.
Within minutes I am waiting by the steaming water watching you
approach.  Your  minuscule  outfit  could  be  described  as a
bathing  suit, but just barely. How two small patches of cloth
can  contain those straining breasts amazes me, small curls of
pubic  hair  peek from  the  tiny bottom.  Although completely
drained  only moments ago, I  feel a bulge beginning  to grow.
You drop your towel and we slide into the churning water.

The chill outside is definitely not present in  the  tub,
the shock of the foaming water revitalizes both of us. Yet for
a  while we talk and  lay back, observing the  swirling flakes
through the windows. Our bodies barely touch as we languish in
the water. Oblivious to all but ourselves, we begin to explore
once again.

Moving  lazily about, our  chests slide together.  I  can
feel the hardening nipples through your sheer top, just as you
can  feel my growing need below the surface. But we have time,
and continue the slow gentle rhythm. My arms surround you, and
deftly untie the tiny material holding the  magnificent  pair.
As  the warm liquid lubricates, you rub your bare breasts into
my furry chest. The stimulation of the wiry hairs  appears  to
be  enjoyable, for we both play at this little game and smile.
All  the time the snow continues to fall and the evening stars
are beginning to appear.

Slowing  the pace, I lean  back and return with  the wine
glasses.  After sharing a bit,  I dribble some down  your neck
and proceed to lap it up. My tongue circles your neck, pausing
at  the small hollow at the base, then venturing even lower. I
near  your beauties, now  floating barely above  the  surface,
then  move higher to your  lips. The taste of  the wine, water
and myself mingle with yours as we resume our  tongue  teases.
With only the water, and two sheer pieces of fabric separating
us, my erection pushes incessantly toward the warmth  of  your
body.  Without saying a word, you reach down and free us both.
I spring forward and almost penetrate, but pull back and raise
you up to the deck next to the aquatic play pen.

Carefully spreading your legs, I gaze at the sight before
me.  A downy, soft  patch covered with  dew. Some is  from the
tub,  but other droplets  are your liquid  of lust. The  moist
pink  slit looks so  inviting that I  venture a small  probing
taste. As I tweak the parted lips, you moan and relax onto the
wooden  deck. I remember the  fantastic head you so  willingly
gave,  and attempt to return the favor. The musky fragrance of
your   desire,  and  the  aroma  of  the  ceder  deck  form  a
tantalizing  combination.  Without  any further  hesitation, I
bury  my face to your  snatch and begin to  burrow deeper into
mysterious folds.

Parting the lips with my fingers, I run my  tongue  along
the  inner lips, slowly from  the bottom, to that  marble like
bud  above. Upon reaching  it, I take  it between my  lips and
cautiously nibble. Your legs close about my head, and  I  know
that  is  the right  spot. My hands  move up to  play with the
layers  of your wetness,  while my mouth  remains attached  to
your  throbbing clitoris. Pulling back ever so slightly, I nip
and  lap  the pink  lips, play circling  dances in your  furry
patch,  then return  to the  most important  spot. Your  sleek
moisture flow increases, along with a faster moaning  type  of
pant. Each indicates that I have found a  particularly  tender
location.

My  hands pry your legs from my ears, and then caress the
silky  inner flesh of your thighs, all without interrupting my
oral  motions.  Like  my  sounds  before,  your  pants  become
shallower  and faster, and brief tremors shoot up your legs. I
continue  to work on  your trembling bud,  and the torrent  of
nectar.  Like a conductor,  I speed up,  them slow the  tempo,
moving  ever onward to that moment of orgasmic crescendo. Your
body  now arches and rocks, closer it moves to release. Then I
cover  all with my mouth and lap from side to side, and center
at the heated point. As my I suck upon it, your body wracks in
spasms   and   wiggles  on  the  deck.  You  sigh  and  exhale
repeatedly, since I do not stop after the first, by the fourth
you  begin to melt,  totally relaxing in  the warm feeling  of
contentment.  Just as we did  by the fire, you  slide into the
water to rest and renew.

Continued in Chapter 3


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