(L) – This story contains strong language.
It was a staggeringly hot summer weekend.
Tom suggested we take off to one of our favorite mountain spas for a break from the heat and humidity of the city. I packed an overnight bag and changed into a cute, light yellow sundress and white sandals.
“Daddy, when we get to the spa, can I get my toes done?” I asked. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Sure, Lolita,” Tom replied, catching my reference. “Anything for my girl!”
On our car trips, the topic of conversation often turns to reminiscing about our best lovemaking experiences. Sweat was still trickling down into places where I wasn’t quite sure if I was just hot or turned on as well. So I pulled my skirt up and blasted the AC between my thighs, in my best Marilyn Monroe “Seven Year Itch” subway scene impression.
Tom smiled. “Not very lady-like, my dear! But interesting,” he remarked playfully.
“Why do you think I wore this outfit? I’m trying to seduce you… and cool off a bit.”
It so happened that the place we were staying had an outdoor shower next to a jacuzzi style hot tub off the back deck. So while we were at an early dinner, sharing a lovely, cool bottle of summer wine, I coyly suggested that we go back and try out the hot tub and shower. Tom enthusiastically agreed.
When we got back to the cottage, the sun was just going down and a cool breeze was rustling the trees. Tom made us some drinks and brought us two plush robes from the bathroom.
While Tom doesn’t quite have the hard body he had in his 20s, he is still quite fit and very handsome. I find myself getting wet thinking about him, or at the oddest times, watching him doing the least sexy things, like reading a book or making coffee.
Tom knows I like to look at him naked. After turning on the jacuzzi, he stripped down and stepped in.
I took off my yellow sun dress, but had second thoughts when it came to my lingerie. I had splurged on a white sheer lace bra and panty set, and wanted Tom to see me in it.
So I left them on and joined him in the jacuzzi. I soon discovered the best angle for the jets, and rode the wave to a very pleasant orgasm.
Tom watched and stroked his hard cock.
Please don’t come yet, babe,” I begged. “I need you to finish inside me.”
After my “jacuzzigasm” we ventured from the hot tub to the shower. Tom embraced me, and we kissed passionately, but then I broke off the kiss and gently pushed him down onto a wooden bench.
“Watch me,” I said.
I let the water cascade over my body, making the lingerie even more transparent. My nipples instantly perked up, turning the shower into a sort of impromptu wet t-shirt contest, with me as the only contestant.
I turned my back to Tom, unhooked my bra and let it fall. I covered my breasts as best I could with one arm and turned around and gave Tom my best brazen “I want to get fucked” look. I then grabbed a sponge and filled it with shower gel, and squeezed it, letting the lather run down over my breasts and tummy, soaking my white lace panties. I then turned around and slowly wiggled out of them, bending way over to let him see my pussy and tight little virgin anus from behind. (Note: we have never been bold enough to try anal. Never. Not once in 40 years. When he occasionally suggests it, I get out my 8 inch rabbit and say “ok, bend over big boy, you first,” and that shuts him up fast!)
I soaped my pussy and bottom, and turned back around to face him. I playfully spread my strawberry blonde pubic hair and made sure he could see my swollen pink clit peeking out, eager for attention.
Tom’s cock was at full mast. I got down on my knees, soaped his legs between my boobs, and worked my way up. I’m fortunate to have boobs large enough to squeeze together to envelop his shaft, much to his delight. I can also lick and suck both his cock and my own nipples in this position, which is very erotic.
As fun as this was, actual penetrative shower sex is a bit of a challenge at our age, so after rinsing off, we turned off the shower and wrapped each other in the robes and proceeded to the bedroom.
Tom pushed me onto my back and dove head first into my pussy, lapping it up like a thirsty dog. After a few minutes I could feel another orgasm coming on, and really focused on letting it build until there was no holding back. I then came all over his face. It was my first big squirt in ages. I was embarrassed but he loved it.
I grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs up toward my chest. Tom positioned himself on his knees and slowly slid his cock inside me. That angle had him so deep I could feel him pushing against my cervix. This isn’t always comfortable, but I was so turned on that it didn’t bother me this time.
After Tom came inside me, I still wanted more. Seconds are difficult sometimes for him, but I held him and told him sexy stories while he suckled my tits and made me come with his fingers. Tom loves watching me come. It’s so urgent and sweet. I love being his inspiration, as he loves being my muse.
We fell asleep, quite spent—and very clean!
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