The Hot Spot
I promised my friend that the next time we go out that it would involve some hot tubbing, and since I personally don’t own a hot tub nor know anyone who does, I had to investigate places that had one around town. I happen to like my privacy so I had to find a venue where we would have the hot tub to ourselves. I thought that surely there would be plenty of hotels that had in-room hot tubs.
Surprisingly there aren’t very many places that offer such accommodations. A Google search only yielded very high-end hotels and an hourly hot tubbing place, which seems to be the only one in town. I’ve always been skeptical about places that charge by the hour, but my friend brought her bikini in her purse and figured we could always just do something else if it seemed sketchy.
When we arrived, the lobby looked clean, respectable and felt just like any other spa around town. We opted for the Executive Room which is an indoor hot tub room with a sauna, a flat screen TV, satellite radio, and its own restroom. It exceeded our expectations. It felt like a club VIP room with a hot tub.
We got into our swimwear, turned on the jets, the music, the TV, and got into the tub. At this point, I have to admit I was still a little naive. I figured that we were just gonna have a relaxing time, the hot water massaging our backs, and share some nice conversation. But it only took a couple of minutes before my friend started getting into the music, seductively bending over, and wiggling her sexy behind. Still bent over, I pushed her bikini bottom to the side and I complied to her wishes. There was something about the water that really made me enjoy giving her oral. I could’ve been down there all night. She tasted better than any dessert I’ve ever had. And I happen to love dessert.
We spent the rest of the time in various positions, humping like dogs in heat. She even unexpectedly allowed backdoor privileges, which apparently really puts her over the edge. After an hour and a half of adult fun, we left totally exhausted.