Celeste slid into the hot tub and leaned back, closing her eyes as the warmth enveloped her. The water rippling next to her told her someone else was stepping in. She cracked an eye to find a man she had met on the mountain sliding in.
“Celeste, how are you?”
She smiled warmly. “I’m good. Have a good day skiing?”
“The best.”
He settled into the hot tub across from her.
It was quiet. The snow had kept the mountain busy, but the hot tubs were a ghost town. “It’s so strange how quiet it is right now. I expected these to be busy.”
He nodded and glanced around at the several scattered hot tubs in the area. Very few of them had anyone in them, and the ones nearest to them were empty.
“Super Bowl. Everyone is watching the game at the bar.”
As if on cue, cheering could be heard in the distance.
“Ah. How could I forget?”
Celeste leaned back and closed her eyes. Out of all the hot tubs, he had come to this one—one that was occupied. She smirked.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Is there a reason you chose this hot tub out of all the other empty ones?”
A jostling of the water had her eyes cracking open. He had moved across the hot tub to sit next to her.
“I thought you might be interested in having some fun.”
“What kind of fun?”
A hand rested on her thigh, and a smile drifted across his face. “Maybe some fun that could be obscured by the water of a bubbling hot tub.”
He was older than her, that much she knew. Possibly by ten years or so. His friendly eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. The smile gave way to deep dimples, which made Celeste ache between the legs.
She glanced around again, confirming that the closest hot tubs were still empty—not that it mattered. No one would join them when there were several vacant ones around. The game still played, which would keep most people busy for at least another hour.
The bubbling water from the jets made it nearly impossible for her to even see his hand on her leg, which would obscure the vision of anyone in rooms higher off the ground.
She had never been one to hesitate, so the fact that she hadn’t jumped at it gave her pause.
As if he sensed her hesitation, he said, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh yeah?”
His hand ventured further toward the apex between her thighs, stopping just short enough to make her gasp. One slight movement and he would brush her in her most sensitive area.
“I’ve been told I give the best orgasms, and I’ll give you the best one you’ve ever had.”
She had to smile at that. The man was confident, that was for sure.
“And why do you think you can accomplish this feat?”
“Confidence,” was all he said.
She tilted her head, and without another word, she rested her hand over the top of his swim trunks on his firm erection. Her eyes slightly widened at the girth. He was thick and long, and her mind quickly swam with the possibilities of what would happen if he were inside her.
A small growl escaped his lips, and he took her boldness as permission to move his hand the remaining distance to brush her through her bikini bottoms. She gasped at his firm touch. Where most men would venture lightly, this man went straight for a touch that would send any woman into a tailspin.
He smirked when she bit into her bottom lip, squirming to get closer to his touch—yearning to feel more.
Without waiting another moment, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms and expertly stroked her, putting pressure in all the right places.
“You weren’t joking,” she murmured.
“I know my way around the female body,” was his only response.
Her fingers worked at the tie around his waist, slackening the swim trunks and allowing her to slip her hand inside. When she finally wrapped her hand around his impressive length, she let out a groan, just as he did.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever felt someone as big as you,” she whispered.
“Would you like to take it for a test ride?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“First things first.”
She gave him a questioning look, but immediately realized what he meant. He scooted closer and reached a hand over, sinking two fingers into her and curling them until he found her g-spot.
Her teeth immediately bit into her lip, stifling a cry as he rolled a thumb over her clit and had her falling apart around him. Her fingers tightened on his cock as he continued to roll his fingers until her body slowed its movements.
He pulled back, and she released her hold on his manhood. He tightened his swim trucks and pulled himself out of the hot tub and immediately wrapped a towel around his waist in an attempt to hide his erection. Then he leaned down and hauled her out of the water, wrapping a towel around her shoulders.
“My room is there,” he said, tilting his head toward the closest room on the ground floor.
“Perfect.”
He grasped her hand and led her to the sliding glass door only a few hundred feet away from the hot tub they had just occupied.
Sliding it open, he pulled both of them inside. Then he latched the lock and pulled the curtains shut. Without hesitation, he stripped off his wet swim trunks and dropped them on top of the discarded towel before turning to her.
She followed suit and dropped her clothing in a pile next to his. Celeste’s eyes dropped to his cock, standing at attention, and her eyes widened at the sight. It was better than she imagined.
She dropped to her knees and immediately pulled him into her mouth. It wasn’t even something she planned to do, but she wanted to see how much of him she could fit into her.
Her fingers grasped the base of his cock, and she sank her mouth around him until he hit the back of her throat. Several inches of his cock remained untouched between where her hand ended and her lips touched.
He smiled down at her as she looked up at him with tears streaking her cheeks. “Well, isn’t this a welcome sight?”
She pulled off and took a deep breath. “I just needed to see how far I could go.”
Her hands continued to stroke him and she flicked a tongue out to lick the bead of pre-cum off his tip. His cock jerked at the touch.
With her eyes trained on his, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his tip, flicking her tongue around his crown to see his reaction. He immediately gripped her hair in his hands and groaned.
“As much as I’d like to watch you suck me off, I don’t want that right now.”
She pulled back and furrowed her eyebrows.
He hauled her to her feet and walked her backwards toward the bed, easing her back onto it before crawling over the top of her. The weight of his erection pressed into her belly.
“I’m an old dog and won’t be able to go more than once, and one thing I know is that I want to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around my dick.”
He produced a condom from the nightstand and quickly rolled it down his shaft. Then he looked back at her as his tip pressed into her.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded eagerly and spread her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist.
“Good girl,” he murmured before sinking into her.
Her back arched off the bed and she let out a cry as he sank deep into her, pressing hard against her g-spot.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
When he was completely seated inside her, he waited to allow her to stretch. She wiggled against him and moaned at the slight brush against her sensitive parts.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
One thing she could tell was that he knew his size could easily hurt a woman, and he took care to make sure it was pleasant for all parties involved.
She nodded. “You’ll be able to get me off without even trying.”
He smiled. “I know.”
And then he moved. It was slow at first to allow her body to acclimate to his size, but then his movements became rougher.
Her body clenched his as he moved inside, throwing her over the edge of her release. She screamed out just as several people in the hotel could be heard screaming over a play that just happened during the game.
When he tensed, she gripped his ass with her hands, digging her nails into him to urge him deeper. She didn’t think she could take him deeper, but it was just what she needed to explode with another release that had spots dancing in front of her eyes.
He groaned with his release, moving inside her as his semen filled the condom.
When he finally came to rest, he rolled off her and discarded the condom in the wastebasket next to the bed.
Celeste dropped a hand over her eyes as her heart continued to thunder wildly in her chest.
He lazily dropped an arm around her waist and tugged her into him.
“I don’t check out for another day,” he said.
“Meet back here after skiing?”
“Sounds like the perfect day to me.”
But they didn’t go skiing. They spent the entire next day in bed exploring each other’s bodies.
**To read more about Celeste’s adventures, click the link in my bio.**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ug98c3/super_bowl_why_watch_when_you_can_have_amazing