Archive-name: SpecMome/winter2.txt Archive-author: Nite Crawler Archive-title: Winter Passion - 2 II. THE HOT TUB PRELUDE ----------------------- The sensual warming session has us both relaxed, and I suggest we move to the hot tub to continue. Readily agreeing, you glide away down the hall to your room, and I to mine. Within minutes I am waiting by the steaming water watching you approach. Your minuscule outfit could be described as a bathing suit, but just barely. How two small patches of cloth can contain those straining breasts amazes me, small curls of pubic hair peek from the tiny bottom. Although completely drained only moments ago, I feel a bulge beginning to grow. You drop your towel and we slide into the churning water. The chill outside is definitely not present in the tub, the shock of the foaming water revitalizes both of us. Yet for a while we talk and lay back, observing the swirling flakes through the windows. Our bodies barely touch as we languish in the water. Oblivious to all but ourselves, we begin to explore once again. Moving lazily about, our chests slide together. I can feel the hardening nipples through your sheer top, just as you can feel my growing need below the surface. But we have time, and continue the slow gentle rhythm. My arms surround you, and deftly untie the tiny material holding the magnificent pair. As the warm liquid lubricates, you rub your bare breasts into my furry chest. The stimulation of the wiry hairs appears to be enjoyable, for we both play at this little game and smile. All the time the snow continues to fall and the evening stars are beginning to appear. Slowing the pace, I lean back and return with the wine glasses. After sharing a bit, I dribble some down your neck and proceed to lap it up. My tongue circles your neck, pausing at the small hollow at the base, then venturing even lower. I near your beauties, now floating barely above the surface, then move higher to your lips. The taste of the wine, water and myself mingle with yours as we resume our tongue teases. With only the water, and two sheer pieces of fabric separating us, my erection pushes incessantly toward the warmth of your body. Without saying a word, you reach down and free us both. I spring forward and almost penetrate, but pull back and raise you up to the deck next to the aquatic play pen. Carefully spreading your legs, I gaze at the sight before me. A downy, soft patch covered with dew. Some is from the tub, but other droplets are your liquid of lust. The moist pink slit looks so inviting that I venture a small probing taste. As I tweak the parted lips, you moan and relax onto the wooden deck. I remember the fantastic head you so willingly gave, and attempt to return the favor. The musky fragrance of your desire, and the aroma of the ceder deck form a tantalizing combination. Without any further hesitation, I bury my face to your snatch and begin to burrow deeper into mysterious folds. Parting the lips with my fingers, I run my tongue along the inner lips, slowly from the bottom, to that marble like bud above. Upon reaching it, I take it between my lips and cautiously nibble. Your legs close about my head, and I know that is the right spot. My hands move up to play with the layers of your wetness, while my mouth remains attached to your throbbing clitoris. Pulling back ever so slightly, I nip and lap the pink lips, play circling dances in your furry patch, then return to the most important spot. Your sleek moisture flow increases, along with a faster moaning type of pant. Each indicates that I have found a particularly tender location. My hands pry your legs from my ears, and then caress the silky inner flesh of your thighs, all without interrupting my oral motions. Like my sounds before, your pants become shallower and faster, and brief tremors shoot up your legs. I continue to work on your trembling bud, and the torrent of nectar. Like a conductor, I speed up, them slow the tempo, moving ever onward to that moment of orgasmic crescendo. Your body now arches and rocks, closer it moves to release. Then I cover all with my mouth and lap from side to side, and center at the heated point. As my I suck upon it, your body wracks in spasms and wiggles on the deck. You sigh and exhale repeatedly, since I do not stop after the first, by the fourth you begin to melt, totally relaxing in the warm feeling of contentment. Just as we did by the fire, you slide into the water to rest and renew. Continued in Chapter 3 --