smear it generously over my face, it’s not an attractive look for me, but today is all about DIY pampering and this is the best I’ve got.
Stepping out onto the balcony, a towel covering my nudity, I slip down into the hot, soothing water, settling into the seat that provides maximum massage potential. Chucking my towel over the side, within close distance for easy retrieval later, I close my eyes and let the jets do their thing.
It’s not long before my mind wanders straight back to the bank of images I’ve stored of last night; I still can’t believe my own confidence, I know I could have done more, but never in a million years did I think I would, I could even, have any other man that intimate with me. It’s true he didn’t exactly see me naked, all at once, but with that foreplay, he’s essentially seen the worst possible part of me, as close as it gets!
I can’t help replaying every second of it, over and over, his hands desperately probing at my body, his tongue insatiably exploring inside me; just the thought of it brings my libido springing into action. Opening my eyes I survey my surroundings, the Jacuzzi sides are high blocking all but my head from view and if I sit in the opposite corner all I can see is the gap between the roofs of two buildings; happy that I’m out of view I relax into my new position, noting the powerful upward water jet, placed just right for what I have in mind.
Closing my eyes again I instantly conjure up our sex scene, leaning my head back, I spread my fingers across my neck and slowly run them down, pausing above the water line for a fraction of a second, before plunging in. I’m seeing in my minds eye, Carlos’s hands tracing my body, doing what I’m doing to myself; as I pinch my nipple it swells up beneath my fingers, pushing my backside against the wall of the Jacuzzi and arching my back, sends the jets shooting into me, gasping at the force I start to rotate my hips, spreading the concentration. It feels amazing, how have I never done this in a Jacuzzi before?
Thoughts of Carlos’s expert touch flood my head, spurring me on, moving away from my erect nipple, my hand travels down and I slip it inside my bikini bottoms, my fingers frantically finding my clitoris; rubbing across from left to right and back again, picking up speed as I picture Carlos bearing down on me, his hips thrusting his hard cock inside of me.
It’s too much to bare “Oh Carlos” I exclaim as my body is consumed by another glorious orgasm.
The afternoon drags by after that, I went out for a walk to try and get my thoughts straight, I tell myself logically I cannot be falling for him so soon. It’s just his looks and the orgasms clouding my judgment. As I walk past ‘our spot’ on the beach I make a firm decision, I will see him tonight, but then I will act aloof for a few days; depending on how I feel after that I may go on one more date, but then I have to break it off.
I was told, by a promiscuous girl I roomed with in college, about the Three Time Rule “you may sleep with a guy casually on three separate occasions, but after that, one or the other of the involved partyalwaysdevelops feelings” she had explained assuredly “but the number of times sex occurs per session, is optional and limitless” she had added with a wink.
So to ensure I do not return home in a worse state than I left I will endeavour to stick to that premise.
Mind made up I meandered back to my room, stopping for and ice cream on route, all in all, it has been an average day.
I’ve spent around three hours getting ready tonight; I am buffed, bronzed, moisturised, brushed and styled, my nails are perfectly manicured and polished. I have handpicked a statement, chunky, gold and red necklace and a delicate anklet with tiny rubies hanging from it, to add some glam to my otherwise demure outfit.
Fastening the buckle of my wedge heels around each ankle, carefully so not to chip the nail varnish; a final squirt of perfume and I am ready, with time to spare!
I don’t want to sit because it will crease my perfectly ironed skirt, but I don’t want