A couple years ago I took a solo trip to the American Rockies. Trail-running, rafting, peak-bagging. I drank beer, got high and relished the alpine environment.
Part of my trip was several days at a silent monastery. More contemplative than religious. It was just what I needed to review my life and my recent divorce.
After the monastery I made reservations at a nearby hot springs resort. I arrived, checked into my room and surveyed the grounds. The place was amazing. I love the high desert.
I was ready to get in the springs. There were dozens of pools to try. So I walked over to the springs and spas area but it felt a bit overwhelming. I didn’t know how it worked, what I needed to do or exactly where to go.
That’s when I saw her. Slender, long brown hair, amazing skin, yummy figure, sparkling green eyes. She was about ten years younger than me (in her 30s). After my recent trials I wondered if maybe it was time for an…encounter.
I approached her and asked some lame question about towels or lockers or something. We chatted a few minutes and left with a “Maybe I’ll see you later.” Oh well. It was a decent effort at reaching out to a lovely woman. I was pleased with myself.
All I had was my little running shorts, flip flops and a towel. Fortunately I have spent the last several years doing a lot of upper body workouts so i could walk around the springs and feel confident in how I look. I felt good.
I moved from pool to pool until I saw her. We smiled and spoke again. Her name is Laura. She is a research physician from the PNW. We soaked in the warm water and talked for over an hour. She was interesting and funny and easy to get-to-know.
As it got later in the afternoon I suggested we get drinks at the bar. “Sure” she said. So we got cleaned up and met an hour later.
She showed up radiant in a sundress and an incandescent smile. We drank and ate and talked into the evening. Finally, in a burst of courage I said, “Would you like to come to my room? We could make out!” She laughed and said “Okay!” The next thing I know we are running down the hallway of the lodge, holding hands and laughing.
We get to my room and immediately start kissing. I have a huge smile on my face. She does to. We are having a great time.
Then she turns away from me and says “Unbutton me!” I comply. As I do she turns around and says “No sex, okay?” I answer “Okay!” Honestly, that was fine with me. I had been out of the game for a long time. And I had no protection.
Her dress falls to the floor. Her skin is gorgeous. She is outdoorsy and tan but her skin felt like flower petals. I kiss her back and shoulders and remove her bra. Her breasts are perfect and her nipple are pert and inviting.
Standing elegant and sexy in nothing but tiny black panties she smiles and says “Your turn!” She helps me take off my shirt and then sits on the bed and begins to unfasten my pants. It is a delicious moment. Soon I am standing before her in nothing but my black boxer briefs, my 7.5” hardness straining against the fabric. She caresses and begins kissing my abs softly. I consider that just three hours ago I had not even met her.
I grab her and jump on the bed and we both laugh happily. For the next three hours we talk and kiss and romp and hold each other. While mostly chaste we kiss every inch of each other’s exposed skin. I deeply enjoy her scent. Her skin. The way her lithe body moves in my arms.
At about 2am we are slowing down and getting sleepy. Despite “No sex” she rolls onto her back and I slide between her legs. Through two thin layers of fabric, she runs her pussy against my hard cock until she begins to move faster, more deliberately, moaning louder and louder until she climaxes and quivers, wrapping her legs around me and digging her fingernails into my shoulders. We wrap our arms together and collapse onto the bed. She begins the rhythmic breathing of sleepiness and I am happy that she came.
I, however, am restless. I have been hard for several hours and am very keyed-up. I toss and turn and fidget and then sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.
After a few minutes she says in a soft voice “What are you doing?”
“I can’t sleep.”
She looks at me. “How are you still hard?” she asks?
“I need to cum,” I answer.
“Take those off,” she says.
Gladly. In a couple seconds I am sitting on the edge of the bed. My cock could hardly be any more swollen. I feel free and alive.
She sits up behind me and wraps her arms around my chest. Then she starts kissing and biting my neck. I moan. I am twisting with desire and expectation.
She removes one hand from my chest.
The moment her soft little hand grips my rigid cock I howl like a Wolf. My hips surge forward. She apparently had licked her hand. After several hours of foreplay it only took a few vigorous strokes of my naked cock. I writhed wildly and every circuit fires. My body surges and bucks. I groan loudly as my cum shoots across the room. The dresser, mirror, wall and floor are splattered as the cum pumps out of me. She probably feels like she riding a wild bull.
Eventually my orgasm subsides. “Oh fuck” she says.
I collapse onto the bed and immediately fall into coma-sleep, our limbs tangled.
When I awake the next morning she is gone. I never saw her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/s202f2/a_surprise_encounter_at_a_hot_springs_resort_mf