*Invitation*
I extended an invitation to a guy that I’ve been chatting with to a group event to celebrate my birthday. The crowd was a bunch of lifestyle friends and held at a local bar. We had not met prior, so this would be our first time meeting. Ahead of the group event we had a date scheduled, but I cancelled days ahead of time due to some life stress of my own. He understood; I was bummed.
I was feeling very curious about meeting him because either we are just naturally on the same sexual wave length, or he does a great job reading my vibe over text. Our sexual interests seemed to be well-matched as well. He is assertive, creative, enjoys a more mentally demanding play session but also seems quite capable of providing high-quality after care. Sometimes I try to compare myself to other women – which is impossible, but I think my desire, and need frankly, for after care mainly in the form of recounting encounters, is high. It might also be in part why I enjoy writing these stories; it gives me time to process what happened, what I liked, what was hot, and take the time to feel the feelings that might have been too overwhelming in the moment.
He showed up to the bar and fit right in with my friend group – which was a great sign. During the party, my mind was wandering. For meeting a group of strangers, he seemed very comfortable. He arrived last and sat in the middle of the table and held his own – and we were playing a game where deep sexual questions were being asked and everyone was answering. He got a card about his top kinks, and without hesitation he listed his top five. It was NOT lost on me or my hubby that CNC was on that list. The other one he mentioned, is daddy dom. I cannot believe how easily “daddy” rolls off my tongue and how subby it makes me feel – like to the core. It is one of those things that has been most surprising to learn and accept about myself, and not all guys can command such a response from me either.
The next day I messaged him and told him just how my mind wandered – and he shared his version. The sharing of that, led to the writing of a very erotic CNC scene together, which just led to me wanting to meet him one-on-one that much more. We made a plan to meet halfway at a bar with an open mind to see where the night went.
*Control*
Maybe I said I was ready to have an open mind, but in actuality I was ready to orchestrate the night I wanted. When asked though, I did NOT share what I wanted. I waited for him to lay out what was on his mind and I adjusted to that. I did give him a heads up that I had a surprise for him.
I really hadn’t been on a date in weeks, and right before the date, my mind was focused on some friends going through a hard time – but with a little drive in the car I got my mind back in the gutter and made reservations at a nearby hottub venue; the kind of hottub venue that had private suites with soundproof walls. I had wanted to try this venue out, but it just hadn’t worked out yet. So I got a time for us and went to the bar to wait.
*Purposefully Early to the Bar*
I have it in my mind that I am UNABLE to pick up a random person from a bar, so I went to this bar to, I guess prove myself right. I wasn’t expecting him for about 45 minutes, so I had time to make new friends and sip on a beer. It wasn’t my scene at all, though I loved the atmosphere – it felt full of regulars. I sat right at the bar; it was pretty empty so plenty of open opportunities for new friends to sit next to me. I chatted with the bartender, got a drink, looked at the menu, and stared at the TV. A guy on the opposite side of the bar moved closer, at first I thought maybe to sit next to me, but no, I think the football game he wanted to watch was on that side of the bar. I chatted with him anyway and he offered me part of his dinner when I asked if the food was good there. Then a gal came up to the bar to pay her tab, she then told me about her business, her beloved dog, and all about her recent nuptials. She shook my hand, told me her name, and left for the night. Shortly after she left, he arrived.
*Chatting with a friend*
He is just so easy to chat with. I don’t recall too much of what we said, but it vacillated between normal life stuff and naughty topics. He casually touched my arm several times and made sure our thighs were touching as we sat next to one another at the bar. Periodically, I would lean in to whisper something into his ear. And one of those things was my surprise regarding the hottub venue. I knew he would be game because we had discussed it, but he did not anticipate that was my surprise – he seemed rather excited when I told him. It was awfully forward of me and that was NOT lost on him.
We finished our drinks and conveniently we were 4 minutes from the hottub venue (I absolutely planned that!). He walked me to my car and told me he wanted to kiss me – or maybe he asked, regardless, as he pulled away he said, “You’re going to be so much fun.”
*Venue*
I had heard mixed reviews of this place, so I was curious to experience it myself. My biggest concern was overheating. I tend to get awfully hot in a play session and I didn’t want to feel like I would pass out! It seemed clean, discreet, and private. I stopped to use the restroom and then met him in our suite where he was getting some music playing. The weather was cold and rainy, so the warm humid room was welcomed. We wasted no time and started making out.
I was leaning up against a partition wall, his body pressed against mine and his hands starting to roam and peeling off clothes. I could feel my body reacting and I felt squirmy. Being touched felt so good. He seemed to be gauging my desired pace and how I wanted the time to unfold. I didn’t actually have much of those details orchestrated in my mind – which let me be open to what was happening in the moment. And he caught my attention quickly with some nipple play. I could feel my knees bending and straightening and my back arching in anticipation and excitement. I felt a new shift in me as I got more and more naked – I feel more empowered, confident, and sexier than ever. In part, it was his vibe – very even, directive, and firm-friendly – but the majority was me. I was excited, relaxed, and just…ready!
I wish I had taken a bit more time to explore the artwork he had on his body, but it is almost like I just didn’t see it. I was focused on his face and tuned into my body – he directed me to the twin bed that was in the room. He did a much more thorough job of exploring my body – and I closed my eyes and enjoyed his journey down my body. He definitely brought me to the edge of my pain tolerance several times, which was so thrilling. He shifted gears and focused solely on giving me pleasure. I ran my hands over his head and melted into the bed as he brought me closer and closer to a climax. In my mind, my orgasms are pretty obvious, but I also don’t want to leave any doubt. Through a moan, I let him know I was cumming and my body loved the crashing of the waves as he held my clit in his mouth.
He crawled up my body and started kissing me. I could taste myself on him and I loved it. I let him know how much I enjoyed the pleasure he gave me while playing with his ear and earring in my mouth. I started kissing down his arm and nibbled as I went – and he reacted.
He sank into me and we both quickly became lost in the moment. He started out so gentle and passionate and at some point flipped a switch and fucked me so hard. All I could do was reward him with intentional grips with my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gained extra leverage by placing my hands above my head and against the wall. It was super hot – and we had not enjoyed one aspect of this hottub venue yet. Not a shower, soak, or dry sauna. He came and with an accusatory Daddy-Dom tone, told me I knew exactly what I was doing! I smiled big on the inside.
*Inflated Ego*
We stepped into the shower and continued our exploration in a bit of a more measured pace. We chatted a bit and then decided to get into the dry sauna. We stepped inside and it was cold! So, we pivoted, turned the dry sauna on and got in the hottub. The hottub was amazing! It was deep and the perfect temperature. We started chatting and he told me that when he showed up at my birthday party, he didn’t know my name yet – which I found even bolder of him. I got out of the hottub to grab my water and when I got back in I just wanted to be straddling him. So I did. This is a move that I just never have made before, so it really stood out to me. I just felt emboldened – he also made me feel like I could be. When I did this he told me that I was his best Feeld hookup – I mean I believed him – but I think I asked him to quantify why – and then he did, which further inflated my ego.
I had kind of forgotten that he is less interested in pictures and video – so shit, I needed pictures to share with hubby. So I turned to him and basically said, “Let’s go in the dry sauna, you’re going to get hard again, if for no other reason than I need to go home with photos”. He laughed – and knew I was serious. But at the moment, he wasn’t quite aware of how serious of a task I was going to make out of it.
*Dry Sauna and Further Inflated Ego*
The dry sauna did not feel super hot at first, but I made him sweat! We had reserved the suite for an hour and a half and I was just getting into the groove of my blow job when the phone to our suite started ringing. And I could tell that it was NOT going to stop. So I paused, answered the phone, which was a ten minute warning, grabbed a towel to rest my knees on and got back to work. I think at one point he was enjoying what I was doing so much I might have said, “Hey, if you ever want another blow job again, you’d better take a photo!” As I type this, I can’t believe I said that! But damn, I want my hubby to be happy and seeing me suck other dicks, makes him happy!
I knew our time was running out, so I leaned into my naughty talk skills. Remember above, when I said “daddy” just rolls off of my tongue – well, goddamn, it definitely did in this moment. I paused my blow job, turned to a hand job and I let Daddy know just what I needed. The first time “daddy” came out of my mouth, I could tell it was a game changer for him. The facial expressions that crossed his face were so expressive, hot, and felt 100% at my command. This play session, overall, was so very hot and I felt so confident. He came and I reveled in the effect I had on him. He confessed that that dry sauna hand job, where sweat was dripping into his eyes, where we were interrupted by the hottub staff giving us a ten minute warning, was a top 10 orgasm ever.
*Leaving Wanting More*
We showered, dressed, and checked out. When we checked out there was a moment that I was thinking that they had video footage from our room – odd that I felt aroused by the thought! We kissed by the car – I think for both of us we didn’t really have enough time, but we both know that leaving wanting more is really the best outcome. We said goodbye and texted when we both got home. I slept so great that night, I guess the hottub really is therapeutic.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/100o74v/therapeutic_hottub_venue_experience_mf