I travelled 4,000 miles….to get steamy in a public hot spring! (Part 2) [FM]

This is Part 2 of my tale of holiday romance in the Colorado Rockies with a man I’d met on another holiday in Greece the year before. Part 1 was about how we had sex for the first time after a year of anticipation! I really appreciated all your positive responses!

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It was a few days into our road trip through the Rocky Mountains, and we’d arrived at a well-known hot spring with a clothing-optional policy once the sun had set. We’d spent most of the day either in the hot springs, laying in the sun, or having delicious sex in our tent. After almost a year of waiting to meet again, we couldn’t get enough of each other.

So when the sun finally set, we were already exhausted. But the opportunity to get naked in public gave us a second wind and we made our way back to the springs. Even out of the water, I was already wet: he’d taken to making me walk in front of him so that he could watch my ass, and just knowing that someone was lusting over me just for walking normally made me feel unbelievably sexy.

We climbed into the steaming pool and with mischievous grins we slipped out of our bathing suits. Looking around, it seemed like we were the only ones who’d chosen to go naked so far, but perhaps they were waiting for the sky to really darken.

The springs were large with different pools on different levels and different temperatures. We opted for a pool in the middle, not too hot and not too cold, which curved round behind some trees, hiding it from view. We wasted no time, our mouths finding each other, our tongues roving. After a quick glance around, he dipped his head to suck my nipple, just above the water level. I gasped. His legs were a little bent so that I could rest on his lap while facing him, and I could already feel his erection pressing against my pelvis. I shifted position a little as we continued to make out, so that my pussy teased the tip of his cock.

He wasn’t in the mood to tolerate my teasing, though. He grabbed my ass and pulled me onto him. He pushed me up against the side of the pool for traction, and I remember the cold stone being a not unpleasant contrast to the heat of the water and of our bodies coming together. I also remember how, as he fucked me up against the wall of the pool, the light of the moon lit up my breasts, now fully exposed out above the water. But there was nobody else nearby to see it, or so I thought. It almost felt too safe.

He must have realised this too, because without any warning he started to move, me still wrapped around him, his cock still inside me. He walked us out into the centre of the pool until we were completely exposed on all sides. The water was too murky to see what we were doing beneath the surface, but I didn’t think it would take a genius to work it out.

Luckily, it was dark. He continued to thrust as we made our way around the pool, me hoping we simply looked like we were just bobbing around, letting the water take us where it willed. Even though we were being more careful and languid with our movements, the risk of being spotted made it twice as hot, and I began to get that building feeling, the one that told me I would orgasm any second if he could just hit the right spot.

I pulled myself away from him and waded back towards our tree-protected corner of the pool. There was a rocky step beneath the water that I was able to use to kneel on, my ass still just below the surface. I waited for him to catch up, and once he had he wasted no time entering me from behind and finishing what we’d started with slightly louder splashing and gasping than we’d intended.

As we returned to our tent for a final round, it was so dark we kept stumbling over rocks and tree branches. Perhaps it was dark enough for our pool fun to have gone unnoticed, or perhaps the darkness hid a voyeur or two, who might have quietly enjoyed the night as much as we did.

I still have a more adventures from the mountains of Colorado to relive, so let me know if you’d like to hear them!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g75uee/i_travelled_4000_milesto_get_steamy_in_a_public

5 comments

  1. This brings back so many happy memories of Ahalanui hot pond on the Big Island of Hawaii, with my fiance. It breaks my heart to think that the pond is now gone forever.

  2. I love it when stories come with verifiable facts. You’ve definitely been to Strawberry Hot Springs.

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