0 comments/ 12327 views/ 2 favorites Hot Springs By: Philandrea It has taken us almost an hour to reach, trudging through the snow that lies thick on the hard packed earth and catching snowflakes on our tongues from the occasional snow shower along the way. It's been fun. The sky is leaden and it is hard to see where land meets sky, we are cocooned in gradation from white to steel grey. But it's not been too cold, we've been warm walking and half heartedly throwing the occasional snowball. We're in too happy, caring and loving a mood to really throw things at one another even in jest. We've not seen another soul. And now we are here, we have arrived at the hot springs and it is beautiful, even under leaden skies. It's larger than I had imagined and so still we can see the minor gradations in the sky reflected in it's surface. I wonder what gives it it's high salt content, this lake; second only to the Dead Sea. You don't waste any time. I turn and see you under the small walless shelter. You take off your thick jacket and hang it up. Next comes your sweater and your shirt. You're wearing no bra and the cold has your nipples standing out hard and proud. Then you shake off your shoes in that curious, graceful manner I've never been able to emulate. You step from your trousers and the world seems to slow down as I watch you slowly hook one thumb into each side of your panties and slowly (it seems so slowly) draw them down. The sight of that perfect triangle is a shocking wave of electric pleasure for me as it always is. You step from them and you're away into the water to get warm. Once in you notice my absence and you turn and raise one eyebrow at me. 'Coming in?' I feel I should return your favour and so, with the certain knowledge that you are watching I too remove my coat, jumper and T-shirt. My body tightens and I feel I look pretty good in the cold weather. I try to be graceful in removing my boots but manage almost to fall over. I step from my trousers and then reach down and take hold of the bottom of my boxers, pulling them down over my penis and down, down my long legs. I step out of them and run to join you. No sooner am I in the water than you approach. You kiss me gently on the lip and I can feel the tip of my penis just touch and graze your belly. You won't come closer than the point that affords me that delicious pleasure. Then you put one arm over each shoulder and gently lift yourself, supported by the warm salty water, and hook a leg over each of my hips. I am now beginning to be aroused, twitching and stirring as you kiss me, still tender and gently but exploring my mouth, exploring the mouth you've explored a hundred times before, finding my teeth, the inside of my cheeks and my tongue. I can feel my penis pressing gently against you. The end is in the crack of your backside, perhaps gently touching your anus but the shaft, I can feel, pressed against the soft, soft lips. I am rapidly becoming harder as you kiss and hold me and I return the squeeze. My penis wants to be upright, it is held down by you and the pressure is almost pain, so almost pain it is utterly pleasure. And you know it. You wait a little longer, my engorged member pressed flat and held down, restricted in warm salt water flat against that most perfect part of your beautiful body. And then you raise your body up, not difficult in this water so supportive that I barely feel your weight at all even after ten minutes with your legs hooked over my hips. As you rise my penis jumps to attention and suddenly the head is touching the lips and your mouth, busy kissing me, means that the slight gasp comes as a heavy breath from your nose. I have no ability to thrust, supporting you as I am and you know and like this. But this is passion and love, not teasing and you slowly lower yourself to be impaled on me. The head of my penis is so hot for you it is swollen bigger than it's ever been before and I can feel it parting you with seeming difficulty (a difficulty you're enjoying) and travelling up, up, up inside you. It's my turn to gasp and you raise and fall on me, kissing, kissing, always kissing. On we go and I can feel you doing that thing you do, contracting the muscles and squeezing all the way along the shaft of me. I put my hands on your perfect buttocks for support and thinking I'll guide your rhythm to avoid my cumming too soon but you're in control and I just don't know how you manage to move faster and faster until I can feel the trip up to ecstasy about to begin and then slow to bring me sweet agony as you hold me back. Four times you bring me to that point, your strong, gorgeous thighs lifting and plunging you onto my stake. Four times I think I shall die if you don't let me explode into you, the pressure is so great. And each time you know the critical second to slow to hold me back from the edge. I want to scream 'let me come' but hold my tongue. Well, you hold my tongue. The walls inside contract and hold me again and again and you release my mouth and whisper 'Fill me' into my ear. And we're off. You increase the rhythm and the pressure and in three seconds I know there's now no turning back. You are no longer kissing me but instead are whispering 'fuck me, fuck me' and 'I love you' in my ear. I make no reply, consumed by what is happening to me. Suddenly I am there, your finger nails in my back, my cock in you and my sperm released and you keep up the rhythm as more and more fills you and your whispered 'fuck me' turns to 'fu-u-uck me.' And I do although I am perhaps taking credit for your hard work! And we sink into one another and into the warm water to kiss, cuddle and coo. HOT Springs Some would say its dangerous to backpack alone, but given that I was going to a reasonably well known hot spring, I assumed that even though it was the middle of the week I would see others on the trail and at the spring. I was quite surprised to see no one along the trail, and only one tent with two horses near the hot springs. Horses indicated that they had come in from the other side of the pass, which is why I hadn't seen them. I was pleased that there weren't many people here, given I wanted a little privacy and relaxation. After setting up my small tent, I decided to hit the hot spring before the afternoon sun disappeared and the air turned cold. As I approached the hot spring, I saw that there was two people in it, the two on the horses I assumed, and as I got closer I saw that it was a young couple, around their mid 30's, relaxing in the hot bubbling water. They said "hi", I said "hi", and I pulled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and walked in and sat down on one of the rock benches that had been built over the years by all of the many visitors. The beauty of a natural hot spring miles up a mountain trail is that everyone goes nude, and I love the feeling of sitting in the water without the restraints of shorts or swim suit. Once I got situated, I looked over my compatriots from behind the safety of my sunglasses, just as they probably did me. Sunglasses are a definite boon to the oggler! They both had the tri-athlete's build, a not uncommon trait in Colorado, thin, but muscular. He had short dark hair, clean shaven but with five o'clock shadow, and she had mid length auburn hair and a cute pixie face. I was guessing that a magnificent pair of legs and a perfect firm ass were probably hidden by the water, and made a mental note to make sure to try and get a good glimpse when or if she got up to climb out. We exchanged pleasantries and names, they were Steve and Gwen, they told me they were from Grand Junction and I replied that I was from Boulder. She asked if I was a tri-athlete since I was from Boulder (the Mecca for tri-athletes) and had such a fit muscular build (so she was checking me out from behind those glasses!). I said no, I just work out a lot, run a lot, etc, but not to compete. It turns out that they were indeed amateur tri-athletes, hence the build and their question. I asked them a few polite questions about their hobby, while trying not to picture what lay below the waterline. They were quite nice, and if I wasn't going to be alone in the wilderness, at least it was pleasant to be with people of similar mindset and outlook. After we sat in silence for a few minutes, a thought occurred to me. "Man, I would pay $10 for a Marg right now." They both laughed and Steve said, "We don't have Margs, but we've got a bottle of Patrone in our tent." "You brought a bottle of Patrone?" "Yep, one of the benefits of using horses, you can bring more stuff. I almost brought some beers, but thought that would be pushing it." "Well, if you don't mind, break it out, I love Patrone!" "I'll get it." Gwen said. At this I made sure to open my eyes and watch, without being obvious, as she stood up. Her body was everything I had hoped, a thin strip of neatly trimmed hair between her legs, and muscular legs and ass, with a sharp tan line at the spot of her short lycra bike shorts, and then a much less defined tan line where her bikini must run. Her breasts were small but round and firm, with long nipples. I could feel my cock twinge. As she turned and walked stark naked toward their tent, I watched that round, muscular ass, focused on it's smooth perfection. God, I wanted to bury my face in it. I was surprised when at Steve when he said, "She has a perfect ass doesn't she?" "Amazing. You don't mind if I check it out?" "Be my guess. I would think there is something wrong with you if you didn't" "I guess you aren't the jealous type then, not minding other men checking out your wife's naked ass?" "Not at all. I'm not the jealous type at all, in fact it turns me on a little to know that other men appreciated what I get to enjoy." Now my cock twinged again. What else wouldn't he mind? We both sat in silence and appreciated her perfection as she returned with the bottle and climbed back into the hot spring. We made small talk and passed around the bottle. At one point we all climbed up and sat along the edge of the pool, with just our feet in the hot water, allowing our bodies to cool off in the afternoon air. The topic of movies and actors came up, and I said that I would gladly give my left nut to spend the night with Selma Hayek. "So would I!" replied Gwen. "Not my left nut of course, since I don't have one, but I would love to spend the night with her!" As any man would be, I was intrigued by this, visions of their naked bodies entwined, and I replied, "Really? So you like women too?" "It's been a long time, but I've been with women." "God bless you!" I exclaimed, while taking another swig of tequila. "Why do guys find it so cool that women are bisexual, but are completely against it in men?" She seemed almost indignant. Steve replied before I could, "Because 90% of women have some sexiness about them, and 90% of men don't." She seemed to think about that for a second than replied, "But you guys are both hot, both lean and muscular with abs. Both sexy by any standards. Is it ok then for you two?" I was silent, hoping my legs were hiding my increasing erection. I had never acted on it, but as I have aged, I have found myself increasingly curious about touching another man's cock, and Steve was definitely the type of body that I would be willing to explore with. Muscular and lean, manly but not overly hairy, and it looked like he had trimmed his pubes. He didn't say anything, and I couldn't see whether his cock was reacting like mine as it was hidden by his legs. She was sitting beside him, looking down, and said, "Well look, I think Steve is getting an erection! Is this talk getting you excited?" Steve stammered and stuttered, trying to find a rational explanation, before I interrupted, "It's ok. It's starting to turn me on too." With that I turned toward them and opened my legs, allowing my staff to fly at ¾ erection in plane sight. She actually licked her lips, reached down and grabbed Steve's cock and began stroking it, pushing his legs apart so I could see. "Look honey, he's got a magnificent cock. Jay, what do you think of Steve's?" His cock was about the same size as mine, 7 to 8", and hard enough to cut glass. Coupled with his trimmed hair and muscular legs and stomach, it looked great, and I said so. "Come over here so I can touch both of them." Gwen said. I didn't need to be asked twice, I came and sat down beside Steve. Gwen immediately got down n her knees in the water and began sucking Steve while her left hand gripped my cock and began to stroke. It felt so good; the open air on my erection, her warm and wet hand stroking up and down, the situation was the most erotic thing I had ever been involved in. "Stand up," she said, "I want to suck you both at the same time!" We stood up on either side of her, facing each other, water up to our mid thigh, the rest of us standing in the sun. She knelt between us and began sucking my cock while stroking his. Her mouth felt fantastic, she would allow saliva to run down my shaft to lubricate her hand stroking and squeezing the base while her mouth sucked the tip and her tongue swirled around. Such a pretty site, her green eyes looking up at me as her pretty face engulfed my cock. She then allowed it to pop out of her mouth, and with a hand on the base of each of our cocks, began to rub the cock heads together, our precum mixing and lubricating each other. It felt amazing, the warm velvet smoothness of his head against mine, and I couldn't help but groan and close my eyes. Without thinking, I reached across with my left hand and gripped his shaft. It felt warm and hard in my hand, and he groaned as I gave a squeeze and began stroking. She stepped back and watched as he reached across and did the same. The breeze gently blew across my ass and the sun warmed our bodies as we stood there, 12000 feet up in the majestic Rockies, two men stroking each other while an amazingly hot woman kneeled in the water beside us, watching intently and fingering herself. Finally, I had to stop, "I don't want to come yet!" I released his cock and pulled his hand off of mine. "Beside, Gwen is being left out!". I pulled her up to a standing position, and moved around behind her as Steve moved in front. He kissed and tweaked her nipples while I nestled my cock between her ass cheeks and stroked my hands up and down the sides of her body. She wiggled her ass and pressed it against me. Her skin was so smooth and flawless I wanted to lick her all over. Finally, I couldn't stand it, I had to taste that sweet ass, and I knelt down behind her and began to caress those perfect cheeks. She moaned as I separated them with my hand and moved my face in, running my tongue across her pussy, separating the folds gently while my hands squeezed both cheeks. Steve knelt down in front of her and began to tongue her clit, and she spread her legs and leaned forward slightly, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders as our tongues probed her. As he began to take over her pussy, licking deeper and longer, I moved up to her ass. She moaned a gentle "yes" as I flicked around her asshole, which I took as an encouragement to proceed before tonguing her asshole itself. She began to shake and quiver and her legs squeezed her husband's head as she came to her first orgasm. After it subsided, we moved back to allow her to recover. "We have an air mattress in our tent; lets' pull it out and throw it in the meadow before it gets too cold!" Steve suggested. We all climbed out of the warm water. I was amazed, maybe it was the situation or the altitude, but my cock had never looked so large and hard! Steve pulled the mattress out of their tent, a nice queen size air mattress, another benefit of using horses, and laid it on a flat spot in the meadow out of the sharp rays of the sun. None of us cared that theoretically anyone could arrive and see us. As soon he had the mattress down Gwen pushed me down on my back on it while saying, "I need more of the beautiful cock!" She lay herself down on top of me and gave me a long, deep kiss while pressing her breasts against my chest. Reaching down between us she grabbed my shaft and began gentle strokes while kissing and biting my nipples. I looked over at Steve, who was sitting watching while stroking himself. She moved her warm mouth down across my belly, teasing me as she got closer to my crotch, before finally taking me into her mouth. "How does this look, honey?" She said to Steve before taking as much of me into her mouth as she could handle. "Absolutely fucking amazing!" He replied. "Come closer, get a good look!" She came up for air and exclaimed. He moved over, closer to us on my right, and began caressing her ass with his right hand while stroking himself with his left, never taking his eyes off the site of my cockhead disappearing and reappearing in her mouth. "Spin your ass up here!" I told her. Without removing her mouth from my cock, she moved to lower her pussy onto my mouth. God, it was beautiful, that tight little ass in front of me. She was too short for her pussy to really get to my face, so I licked and kissed her ass cheeks a bit before she moved them away, straddling my chest so that she could get a good full mouth on my cock. I was in heaven, feeling her mouth on my cock. Suddenly she moved her pussy back onto my face, her tongue just barely able to reach the tip of me while she ground herself on my face. I felt another tongue at the base of my shaft and heard her say, "Yes, lick it Steve. Lick it! Suck it!" Obliging her, I felt his mouth surround my cock. It felt no different than hers, it felt good! With both hands I squeezed and rubbed her ass while licking as much of her pussy that her grinding movements would allow. Steve evidently knew what he was doing, I had to struggle not contain myself when his hands began to work my balls. I moaned out ,"Stop, I'm going to come!' from underneath Gwen. Steve released me from his mouth and Gwen reluctantly rolled off. I moved to the side to allow Steve to assume same position that I had just been in, and Gwen jumped on top of him, grinding her pussy into his face with abandon. She motioned me over, and I kneeled down where she could take me into her mouth and I could stroke his cock at the same time. We stayed locked in this position for some time, finding a steady rythym that maintanted the pleasure without sending anyone over the edge. Gwen eventually released my cock, lokked up at me, and said "Jay, you have to do me. Get back there now!" "Really? Is that cool Steve?" I heard his muffled affirmative, and he made no motion to remove himself from beneath her. I moved around behind her and knelt behind her, taking a moment to relish the action. Her perfect ass was swaying side to side. I could see Steve's tongue moving back and forth over her mostly hairless pussy, disappearing into it before darting to the front to flick her clit. I knee walked my way in, and began to rub my cock on her ass. Finally, I began to insert the tip. The combination of her juices and Steve's saliva had left her incredibly wet, I slid in easily. Her ass pressed bounced against my thighs as I began a steady rhythm, careful not to move to fast since I was so close to the edge of control. I would pull almost completely out before sliding it back in, teasing myself and Gwen. I felt Steve's tongue on the underside of my shaft. This had to be the best sex I had ever imagined, much less participated in! I was amazed that I hadn't cum, perhaps the healthy buzz from the Patrone was helping to delay my orgasm. I continued to fuck her slowly while Steve licked me. At one point, I pulled my cock completely out and rested the head on his mouth. Without hesitation, he began to suck it, licking her juices off me. Gwen moved out from over him, much to my disappointment, and knelt beside us. "C'mon Jay, try it!" She got behind me, I could feel her breasts on my back for a moment, and then she began to push me forward and down until I was supporting myself with my elbows, Steve's cock twitching mere inches from my face. I knew what she wanted, but I was hesitant. I had thought I wanted to try this, but now faced with the actual impunity, I was having second thoughts. She reached back and began to fondly my balls while Steve continued to suck me. She then moved her face next to mine, took Steve's cock and gave it a quick suck, then rolled her tongue around the tip, all the while looking into my eyes. "What the hell' I thought. She removed her mouth and I move forward, taking a cock into my mouth for the first time. It felt and tasted strange but not unpleasant, and he was hard as a rock. I attempted to do what I thought would feel good, what I liked done to me, getting the base good and wet with saliva and gripping it with a tight grip and stroke while sucking on the tip then running my tongue up and down the sides. Evidently it was not a bad first attempt, for Steve began to moan and suck my cock in earnest while raising his hips toward me. I sucked and stroked, mirroring what he was doing to me, and we fell into a rhythm. Gwen was running one hand up and our bodies, feeling the muscles move and twist, while fingering herself with the other. She moved her face in next to mine to watch, giving Steve's balls a quick suck, before moving behind me to watch my cock in Steve's mouth. I could feel her hands caressing my ass, and suddenly her tongue on my ass. She began to probe my asshole with her tongue, spreading my cheeks with both hands to try and drive her face as far as possible into my ass. I couldn't take it anymore, I remove my mouth from Steve's cock and exclaimed, "I'm going to cum!" "So am I! "groaned Steve from beneath me. "God, someone fuck first!!!!" Gwen was adamant, pulling me off Steve and impaling her self on his rigid cock. I stood up beside her and offered my cock to her, and she took it without hesitation and began sucking, stroking it with one hand while her other hand flicked her clit. Steve was thrusting up like a madman, practically bouncing Gwen off of him, watching her suck me. She began moaning and quivering, coming to orgasm. I couldn't stand it, this amazingly hot woman riding the hot man while sucking my cock in the open air was too much. She sensed me about to come, and pulled me from her mouth and began rubbing me on her breasts as I shot more and harder than I ever had before. Steve's face was contorting, eyes closed, as he also came to orgasm. Gwen released my cock and began pinching her own nipple, driving herself over the edge in a convulsion. She than collapsed on Steve, breathing heavily and moaning softly. I lay down beside them and stared at the stark contrast of the stone peaks and blue skies in front of me. Holy shit, that was amazing! Hot Springs & Geysers AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains themes of bi-curiosity and same-sex sensuality. If you do not find such concepts enticing, scintillating or erotic, well then don't read it. If you are interested, read on! And if you enjoy it please take a moment to rate it, even if you need to come back later, when you can think straight. * I crunched my way up the snowy paths by the light of the moon, going slowly when the trails took me through wells of tree shadowed darkness. Every now and then a chunk of icy snow found its way inside my leather hiking boot and melted against my bare foot, but I was so hot that I really didn't mind. It wasn't a windy night, but the occasional breeze would find its way up my bathrobe and tease me in places I've seldom been touched by icy breezes. I didn't hike too much further before I looked around to see if I was alone, and hung my robe over the branch of a pine tree and stood naked beneath the light of the full moon. It turns out that clothing is optional in the hot springs at the resort my wife booked me into. It also turns out that most people opt not to bathe clothed, or at least at night. I learned that in an awkward interaction at the first hot spring I stopped at; it's a little weird to be the only one in a bathing suit. After that, I carried my clothes while hiking from one hot spring to the next in my bathrobe. I felt almost guilty as I stood naked at the edge of the rock-lined pool, watching steam rise into the air where it disappeared against the dim outlines of the snow-covered evergreens. What an experience, hiking in my bathrobe and bathing naked in moonlight! I basked in the heady decadence of the situation. I had a couple of outdoor fantasies, and a couple of exhibitionistic fantasies, and I was feeling pretty...manly. My 6" cut penis was hanging plump and full If anyone came by I would make a good impression. I wasn't looking for anything sexual, I would never cheat on my wife, but a guy wants to look his best, right? Besides, no matter how sensual the experience may be, the resort makes it very clear that this is not a sexual experience. They make it so clear that it kinda makes me wonder if they have a problem with that sort of thing. Personally I wouldn't be disturbed if a couple put on a show. Ok, those are exactly the kind of things I shouldn't be thinking while standing naked in a private resort, even if there is no one around. I took a step back to sit down on my towel, spread out on a wooden bench, letting the frigid winter air cool me down, in more ways than one. Pretty soon I was no longer worried about being indecent; in fact I was a bit worried that I had cooled off too much, if you know what I mean. The effects of being cold are not as flattering on a man as they are on a woman. I looked around a little shyly to make sure I was alone, then stood up, slipped my hiking boots off and waded into the blissfully warm pool. The water only came up to my mid thigh, and I had to start sitting down before I felt the wet heat on my cock and balls...ahhhh. After the cold air, it was just barely short of being too hot. I sat back, relaxed and let the water carry away the stress. It was a long drive across two states to get here, and the final stretch up the mountain on icy, twisty roads was nerve-wracking, but the stress from the drive had fallen away after the first pool. I had immediately decided to take a tour of every pool before returning to the empty bunk house where I had spread out my sleeping bag. There were 12 pools on 50 acres, and each one was a little different. This one was called "the lower tub" and was the second to last one on my tour. This late at night, in the middle of winter it was no surprise that the people at the first tub had been the only ones I had seen. I sat for 10 minutes and was just thinking about sitting on the edge of the pool to cool off when I heard the sounds of someone crunching up the ice-crusted path. It was barely bright enough to watch as they approached and started to undress in the pale moonlight. I must admit I was watching out of the corner of my eye, and decided it must be a guy, because I thought I saw dangly shadows between silhouetted thighs. I didn't look too closely, but as he came closer I couldn't help it, and I not only peeked, but ended up staring. It was huge, it looked like a heavy rope with a knot tied in the end of it and it wiggled and shook with each step. As he got closer still I could see more detail. It was covered with thick ropy veins, freckles, and was nestled in a trimmed patch of red hair. I'd never seen anything like it. He got in the water slowly, feeling his way into the stone-lined hot spring, letting his feet acclimate to the heat. While he took his time I stared at his massive tool some more. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have such a big, strong, virile man’s-man of a cock. I imagined feeling it sway between my legs like that, imagined the look on girls faces as they saw it for the first time, imagined even other guys staring in envy... He stood next to me, looking for a place to sit, it looked like he was smiling at a private joke and I was immediately self-conscious. With a start I realized I was fully erect and my modest 6 inches were proudly standing out of the water. I tried to hide myself, but even in the faint moonlight it was impossible, and I realized I had to get out of there. Quick. I was humiliated as I stood up quickly, both hands hiding the wet and rigid form of my illicit erection, and lurched out of the pool. In my haste I stumbled and brushed against him, clearly feeling the length of his penis press against my hip. It was cool compared to my over-heated skin. It felt kinda rubbery...I could feel his coarse hairs against my hip, and his cockhead thumped against my leg...much lower down my leg. I jumped out of the pool and into my loosely laced boots, wrapping my robe around me in a hurry. I held my wadded-up clothes in front of my throbbing erection and fumbled my way up the flagstone steps and into the woods. I was rock hard beneath my robe, and every step seemed to pump more blood into my inflated cock. It throbbed and flexed with each step until I thought I was going to explode. I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going and ended up at the furthest hot spring. It was out of the way, totally secluded, and had a cold spring right next to it. A cold dip sounded like just the thing, I dropped my towel and clothes and jumped out of my boots and into the white enameled tub which the coldspring was piped into. The water was comparatively icy, and I caught my breath as I sank in, hoping to derail my rampant lust engine in the icy water. I slid my hand down my belly and found my erection as hard as ever. Maybe harder than ever. "This isn't going to work," I murmured to myself as I fanned currents of cold water against my shrinking testicles and turgid member. I grabbed myself in my fist and wondered idly if I was just freezing it like this, and would only end up with an ice-hard cocksicle for my efforts. My cock is pretty average, a little thicker than most, maybe, but not as thick or as long as that guys was, and he was soft! I wondered how my cock would feel in my hand if I were hung like him....I loosened my hand, till my fingers were separated by an inch "like this, maybe"? I smacked my cock against my belly, the head striking myself just under my belly button. I bucked my hips a little, till my swollen cockhead nestled into my bellybutton. I slid my hand up my shaft, over my swollen head, measuring up my abdomen a few inches above my belly button "up to here maybe"? I could imagine the kind of confidence that having such a big, thick cock would engender. Just having that monster in my pants would be awesome. I could imagine the big bulge in my jeans, the surprised glances, the appraising looks. I could imagine the feeling of it stretched down my thigh when it was semi-hard, and all the people looking...and clearly wanting to touch it and see if it was real. And walking naked around the locker room, everyone trying not to stare....hell yeah... "This really isn't working," I muttered again as I admitted that there was only one way to get rid of my problem. The cold water wasn't enough to dispel the fantasies running through my mind...every exhibitionistic thought I've ever had about being naked in the woods, or bathing in the moonlight was magnified by the thought of having such an impressive cock. My fantasies and imagination haunted me as I tried to freeze away my inappropriate erection. My erratic mind jumped next to my voyeuristic fantasies. Who knew I'd become so fascinated by someone else’s cock? I thought about sneaking back to the pool, crouching naked in the snowy woods as he splashed water over his body and serpentine cock. Ok, totally inappropriate, I know, but would his big cock float in the mineral water? Would he play with it, thinking he was all alone? Would it grow bigger, or just harder? I suddenly wondered if he came here alone...maybe some insanely beautiful nymph had joined him already. If he came with a girl they probably had a private cabin, as opposed to staying in one of the dorms like me. I wondered if maybe they were a little exhibitionistic themselves, making love with a light on and a curtain open..... I couldn't help imagining staring in that window, trying to get a close-up view of his giant ropy cock stretching nymphly nether lips till they thinned and paled, pulled so tight they barely had the elasticity to ripple as the contours of his veiny, bumpy shaft.... "Alright, time to go," I muttered under my breath through chattering teeth, a hand wrapped around my now cold, but still rampant, cylinder of flesh. I put on my robe again, hiding the obvious outline of my hard-on with my balled-up clothes, feeling like a teenager hiding behind my school books. I hiked my way back to the men's dorm in the icy air, looking forward to a date with my massage oil. I felt half frozen as I entered the dark dorm room and turned on my flashlight briefly, surveying the triple set of bunk beds, ascertaining that mine was indeed still the only sleeping bag laid out. After 11 at night there was a solid chance I had the dorm to myself. I tossed my clothes on the floor by my bed, threw my robe over the radiator to dry, and rummaged through my backpack for my bottle of almond oil. Sitting naked on the edge of my lower bunk, I squirted some liquid almond-love against my palm and started trying to warm up my cold, aching erection. I rubbed oil along my shaft, letting it drip down until it tickled its way over my balls, while I rubbed the oil upwards and around the head of my cock. My hand was warmer than my shaft and it felt almost like it wasn't even my own as it slid between my fingers and against my palm. I slid my hand down to my cold-tightened balls and coated them in oil while I fantasized that my cock was the huge ropy one I had seen at the pool. I stroked up my shaft imagining that I could feel the heavy thickness and the bumpy contour of swollen veins. I stroked downwards, all the way over the shrunken and tightened testicles when the door opened abruptly and the room glowed dimly with the reflected light of a flashlight, which abruptly clicked off. I held my breath, silently lifting my legs onto my bunk to sit cross-legged on the edge of my bed as a big dim shape loomed nearer, footsteps clunking closer on the dry cedar floorboards. I could see a white terry-cloth robe falling open as he swung a pack onto the bed above me. I sat mutely, hoping I was sufficiently shrouded in shadows to evade notice as I held my ever-thriving erection in my oily hand. I watched as the robe fell further open to reveal the very same big and rugged cock dangling mere inches from my face. It wiggled as he moved his pack around on the bunk above mine. It started to swing back and forth as he pulled things out of his pack, his bush was just about level with my chin, and his thick shaft hung down in front of heavy balls, just about even with the nipples of my lightly muscled chest. I know I should have moved back, or covered up, but I was afraid of making any noise, and kind of hypnotized by the dancing of his trouser snake. I've never seen another penis this close up. Hell, I’ve never even seen my own penis this close up. As my eyes re-adjusted to the dark, I could make out every detail. The thick curly hair just inches from my face, the long thick tube of flesh roped with veins that coursed a sinuous trail to the flared mushroom head of his glans. I saw his pubes move with my breath and realized he had to feel my breath on his shaft and balls too. My breathing got heavier at the thought, and I could see his hairs waving with each breath as my breathing sped up. I watched as his cock started to thicken and lengthen before my eyes. The veins filled up, his shaft swelled and started to lever towards my chest, until his thick mushroom cap bumped the tip of my sternum. For the second time this evening his cock made contact with my body, but this time my flesh was cold, while his seemed searing hot. I could feel his rubbery head pulse against my chest as I watched his curly hairs move with my breath. He adjusted his bedding on the bunk above me and his spongy cock head jerked sideways along my chest, leaving a wet trail connecting the spot it had rested with the place it was now. Seeing it this close, feeling it against my body, made it easier to imagine that I was so well endowed. I felt my own erection pulsing in my hand as he moved more, each time leaving a new trail on my chest as his cock hardened and worked its way up my chest, until it angled against my neck. I was practically panting as I felt his monster cock throbbing against my throat. I licked dry lips and inhaled his scent. His body moved back a little and a hand descended out of the darkness above to find my face, tracing the outline of my cheeks as I sat silently in acquiescence. A thick soft finger traced my moist lips, parting them as his other hand led his stiff, dripping snake closer...until it christened my lips with slippery precum. I felt a growing sense of surrealism as I realized another man was rubbing his precum-dripping, swollen and furnace-hot cockhead against my mouth. A man was getting ready to shove his cock in my mouth and I was harder than ever, my balls shrunken with cold, but also tight with pre-orgasmic readiness. I was so turned on. I was breathing heavy and my cock was dripping pre-cum to the excited staccato of my heart. I felt dizzy as I inhaled his scent and licked his lubricant off my lips. My tongue brushed his cockhead and it was like an electric current connected. I moaned as I got my first taste of cock. I felt my own cock twitch and start to drip even more pre-cum down my shaft and over my lotioned hand in a mini-orgasm of cascading lube, like hot wax dripping down a cold candle. I moaned against the very tip of him, my tongue delicately tracing the slit that oozed precum like the welling hot spring I had just visited. Gods it felt so big! I was pretty sure I couldn't even open my mouth that wide. I sealed my lips against just the leading surface of his glans and sucked, getting half a mouthful of his sweet, slippery, clear stuff. It coated my mouth and tongue, and then my throat as I swallowed it and sucked harder, nursing on him and feeding off the wellspring of his intoxicating juices. He groaned and bucked his hips a little, forcing the head into my mouth. My lips were covered in precum and spread around the beginning of his shaft as he shivered in my mouth and oozed more nectar for me to drink. I had had no idea how difficult it was to swallow when your mouth was wedged open and stuffed full. I thrashed my tongue around, half gagging until I found the trick of it, then swallowed more and more.... I felt lust-drunk, inebriated on his heady fluid, dizzy as I inhaled his clean masculine scent. He started to buck in my mouth and the feel of his veiny shaft sliding over my lips had my own erection throbbing in sympathy as I vacuum sealed my lips and sucked harder on his huge cockhead and the first few inches of his mighty shaft. He bumped against the back of my throat and I stared cross-eyed down the remaining slab of meat that wasn't shoved in my mouth. I tried not to gag, but I couldn't take it all--and put my lubed hand up to his shaft in self-defense, panicking just a little as he started to saw in and out of my stretched-open mouth. I swallowed more precum and found that swallowing helped defeat my gag reflex. So I started swallowing convulsively. He moaned as my mouth and tongue and throat massaged and milked him with each swallowing contraction, his cock swelling with the suction and giving spasmodic twitches. I started to stroke my hand up and down his long bumpy shaft, the almond oil and precum providing a sensual lubrication as I stroked him into my mouth. I was so turned on, my cock twitching and throbbing with every twitch and throb of his larger cock. I felt....sexy, sitting naked in a dark dorm room, the smell of cedar around me as a stranger pushed his big cock deeper into my throat. This was so unlike me that it seemed like a dream, but I was so lust drunk that I didn't care anymore. I held him tightly in my hand as he pushed forward, sliding through my oily grip and between my lips. I sucked harder, feeling yet more pre-cum seep into my mouth. Suddenly his pre-cum seemed precious to me, and I wanted to taste every last drop, as if it were an aphrodisiac, wanting to have it for my own, wanting to experience everything about his huge, manly tool, even wanting to make him cum, to feel it, to taste it. He was moaning heavily now and I cupped his big heavy balls in my other hand. They felt leathery and satiny at the same time, writhing in my palm like a small animal as they started to draw up, tightening. He put strong hands on either side of my face, soft warm skin pressing against my cold cheeks and ears, fingers in my hair as he pushed deeper and grunted as I swallowed on his cock and sucked harder and harder. I was panting through my nose, whimpering in lust as I sucked his cock, and let him try to push deeper down my throat. His body tensed gradually, his stomach muscles tightening visibly, and I felt his testes tighten all the way up...his body stilled...he held his breath...I massaged his peri-area and milked his cock into my mouth as I actually felt his orgasm traveling like a wave through his body and his long fat shaft. I swallowed rapidly as I felt him twitch and jet his cum into my mouth. His cock swelled until my mouth was wedged open as his cock pumped its first heavy splash in my mouth. His cock flexed again, I could feel it flexing in my hand and pulsing between my lips as a second wave of cum spurted in my mouth, even as I was still trying to swallow the first. A third wave pulsed inside my mouth, bathing my tongue in his cream seed as I sucked and swallowed hungrily. As he came, I felt my own orgasm trigger and my untouched cock erupted right after his, leaving me weak and whimpering on his fat rod, as his cum dripped from my lips, and my own cum splashed on my belly and thighs. I moaned in orgasm, crying out around his cock as yet more of his cum dripped from my lips and onto my chest. I sealed my lips around his head and sucked, swallowing every last bit of his slippery stuff even as the last of my own cum leaked from my spent cock. His fat, softening cock pulled out of my mouth with an audible plop, and he climbed efficiently up onto his bunk. I lay back on my bed, my fingers tracing circles in the puddles of cum on my belly and chest, rubbing it into my skin. His taste was still on my lips as I passed out. Hot Springs Eternal The sun was going low and whatever light it still was able to cast on us slipped through the silhouetted branches of the trees that lined the hillside and slope to the sea. We walked silently on the wooden boardwalk. Each of us thinking about where we were and how good hot mineral water will feel after such a long day of hiking. Arriving at the shore in the late afternoon from the inland trail and the mud that caked us up to our knees. Setting up camp was not our first priority but we would be very glad we took the time to find a nice spot for the tent and set everything up before we went for our hot baths at the springs about a mile away. We took with us a towel and a flashlight as we knew we would have to find our way back to camp after dark and the nearly full moon was hiding behind the thick evening mists that happen that time of year. We also too some small tealight candles to place around the hotspring’s rocky walls. Sara, my sister and her husband with myself went on a camping trip almost every year. This year Sara came alone as Terry had work piling up and backed out. He insisted we go anyway as long as we didn’t tell him how great it was. We knew we would anyway to torture him on our return. Sara was tall, slender and had curly blonde hair that she hated. It was long for years and as soon as she had it cut shorter it coiled up. She was horrified until her stylist told her how much it would cost to un-naturally make her hair do just that. She still didn’t like the waves but everyone else did. Including myself, her older brother. We walked down the rocks past the park sign indicating that we were where we wanted to be. At the top of the slope that ended in a large pool down below sea level so at high tide the sea would rush and crash up and over the wall of rocks and shower anyone sitting there in the heated pool. The scent of the place was not all that pleasant. The heavy minerals were tainted with sulfur. ‘Having a bath in rotten eggs, huh’ I said. The upper most part was a shelf of stone and a shower of super heated water fell like rain over the edge and standing under it was almost too much to bare. The lower shelf was tight and walled on each side. The stone was wet and slick and I slipped off my feet and landed ass first in a pool. Sara giggled behind me and I tugged her wrist and pulled her in with me. We were laughing so hard we nearly forgot about the towel…it was soaked by now so we draped it up over a rock were it would never dry. ‘Guess we stay wet, but at least I got some of the mud off. Could you believe that stuff.’ She said brushing her hand up and down her calf. We got up and I pulled off my t-shirt over my head and tossed it with the wet towel. ‘Sara, are you going to stay in your clothes like that. You’ll freeze!’ I said as I rubbed my arms. Outside of the spring water it was chilly now that the sun had disappeared. ‘Um, I’m okay….’ She said realizing she didn’t want to strip in front of me. ‘Sara, don’t be silly. Not like I haven’t seen a naked girl before.’ I laughed and turned so as not to embarrass her. Sara slipped her shirt off and felt the cool air hitting her bare skin. Her nipples reacted right away and became dark hard little beads. She rubbed them and they felt good. A warm rush went from them to her pussy and the tingle made her sigh quietly. Carefully this time we stepped down to the next shelf and the large open pool there. I opened the bag of candles and lit one and placed it on the rock. I found several more small ledges to hold them and one by one they were lit and glowed up the steep walls around us. ‘Wow! This is so great Eric. Terry will be so jealous of us. Here, take a picture.’ Sara pulled her camera out and set the flash up. I framed her up with the ripples of hot water coming down off the rock behind and snapped a photo to prove how amazing this spot was. As I peered into the lens I saw more than just the natural wonders around us there but that Sara herself was amazingly sexy right then. I moved the image from my head feeling a bit guilty for seeing my own sister as a sexual object and handed her camera back and had her take on of me as well. ‘He’s going to love the nude shot!’ She laughed. Maybe I should e-mail it to him when we get to town. See what he’s missing!’ We both laughed and I gazed at her body in the low candlelight. We settled into the pool and reclined back against the stones that were constantly being washed by the heated waters. I had become accustomed to the scent and the steam rising from the surface curled and moved like clouds in the light of the many small flames. Sara had her eyes closed and was lost in the relaxing ecstasy. I stretched out my legs and felt the heat massaging my sore muscles. I wiggled my feet and splashed alittle. Sara didn’t notice or care and I grazed her ankle with my foot and she shrugged but didn’t move. I opened my eyes and looked at her in the steam and her hands were caressing up over her breasts. Her palms cupping water and letting it fall across her small orbs. I could not keep my eyes off her then. I watched as she took some slight sensual pleasures and how her hands moved ever so slowly. After each waterfall from her petite hands she would let her fingers slide down over herself and her belly to the water’s surface. Scooping up another hand full she repeated the motion. I felt my cock fill and become hard. I felt the ache, idly I touched the head and moved my fingers down the shaft to the base. I began stroking myself. Fingers curled around my phallus and loosely caressed up to the tip and rubbing it under my thumb. I raised my hips and held back the groan that was bursting to escape me mouth. I continued to eye Sara and her movements. Her wet warm hand stroking her cheek and brushing some loose curls from he forehead. My foot lay between hers and I touched her leg again. This time just above the ankle on her inner calf. ‘Eric, mmmm’ she mumbled. She opened her eyes after a second not so accidental caress of her leg by my traveling foot to see my cock at full attention. Sara had not seen this before. Her brother’s erect cock and so close to her. She looked at it and then raised her eyes to my own. I smiled nervously. ‘God Eric!’ she said alittle quiver in her tone. ‘Sorry sis’. It just does that sometime. Has a mind of its own it does.’ I said trying to defuse the awkward situation. ‘It is, impressive Eric. But…mmmm. ‘But what?’ A asked and tried to cover it by caressing the head and folding my hand down over the shaft as best I could. ‘Well…. Did I do that, I mean…. You know?’ she said softly. I noticed she was not covering herself at all now. Leaning forward in the pool I could make out her sex under the rippling water. I only grew harder from the sight. ‘I guess you did Sara, I’m, so sorry…’ I said. She sat up and on her knees. She stroked her hair back and kept one eye on my hand over my cock as she sat back on her calves. Her wet shimmering torso in the light and steam was erotically charged. ‘I should be saying that too. I am pretty turned on from this place too Eric. All tingly inside, you know? Sara said as she shuffled on her knees closer to me. The level of the pool's floor changed and she fell forward and caught herself on her hands. Her face inches from my thigh. From there Sara got an eyeful of my cock. I let go of it to help her up and she sat on the ledge next to me. Her hip was pressing against my own. ‘So were you fantasizing about me too while you played with that impressive cock of yours?’ She said nervously. ‘I was watching you. What you were doing. It turned me on a lot!’ I admitted. Her closeness only aroused me more. I soon realized what I wanted and there was no turning back from it. Before she could respond I had my arm moving around her shoulder and across her back. I held her. I began to stroke my cock for her to see. She said nothing and watched my slow caress up and down and over the tip several times. It was amazing and wet and warm and the tension in my cock was growing. I wanted her soft touch. ‘Sara, why don’t you touch yourself to. We can get off together.’ I suggested. The words just easily fell from my mouth. She hesitated but soon was reaching down between her legs and her middle finger slid down the line of her slit. She let out the smallest moan and then massaged deeper on herself as I continued to watch her movements and the sensation of my own hand’s actions. The candles flickered around us and her body tensed next to me. She was up inside now with two fingers and deeply attacking herself. She let out a series of little whimpers and moans. I held my cock in my hand and didn’t move an inch. I was close and wanted to enjoy the full feeling below. I leaned in and nuzzled her neck and she pressed her cheek against mine. It was effortless. She gave in to her own passions as she caressed herself ever closer to climax. At that moment I could not think of anything more exciting that hearing her give in and have and orgasm next to me. ‘ooowwww ooowwwwwwww hhh hhh ooooooowww’ she moaned and I kissed her cheek and began to caress my palm over her nipple. Her hand came up and landed on top of mine and she held my hand on her breast. I moved in small circles on her and massaged her sensually. My lips met hers suddenly and she opened hers to mine and I kissed her lower one lightly. I moved my hand off my cock and over to hers down between her open thighs and took her by the wrist and moved her fingers from her own sex to mine and replaced her fingers with mine up deep inside her pussy. I fucked her slowly and her fingers lightly curling around my cock and rubbing the tip and my balls. Our kiss was full and long and warm between us. Her body responding to my touch. ‘Oh, we shouldn’t do this…. Mmm oooowww ooowwwwwmmmm’ she muttered. I kissed her again on her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth. She let go of my cock and moved around in front of me. I saw her beautiful young 20-year-old body in full view and her hands on my legs as she moved up and straddled me there. My cock rubbing up against her sex. ‘Oh Eric, I want you inside of me now…’ she whined and touched me on the head of my cock and pressed it into her wet folds. I raised my hips and entered her tight little pussy and she moved taking more and more of me into her body. Her arms around my neck and her mouth pressing fully on my own. We shared a long kiss as she moaned into it. My shaft buried deep in her and the thickness of it pleasing her completely. She rose and held for a short moment and fell again taking me full and deeply into her. She cried out and I stroked and pulled her nipples and reaching up took a hand full of her lovely curls and pulled her head back slightly. She gasped and rocked on my shaft again. We kissed passionately and the candles one by one went out as all I felt and sensed was her body moving on mine and the scent of her skin and her taste, her sweet soft mouth and her tongue now dancing a sexual dance against mine. Her body shivered. Not from the cold air the tightened her nipples rock hard but from the small waves of pre-orgasmic bliss that were moving in her. She bounced on my cock and her moaning was heavenly to hear. I reached around behind her back and rubbed the small curve of her spine there. ‘Mmmmmmm that feels nice Eric…your cock feels pretty damn good too…mmmm owww owwww owwww’ she panted and my hands moved lower and cupped and played on her cheeks. I pulled them open as she rose up and pressed my middle finger on her bud and as she lowered again on my cock, her movements had slowed again after a furious series of deeper thrusts. My finger entered her only a little bit but enough to produce a vocal reaction. My finger embedded an inch in her hot little hole as my cock filled her pussy. Sara winced in the slight pain I inflicted on her ass. I twisted my finger as she rose again and fucked her again as she fell. Another little wincing of pain and the smallest whimper as well. ‘Does that bother you Sis’? I sighed feeling myself nearer to coming. ‘No, no…mmmmmm alittle bit ow. I’ve never had anything up there before…mmmmmm!’ Sara groaned as I rubbed her harder on her next thrust. ‘Oooow Fuck me Eric! Ass fuck me Eric…please…. Mmmm I want to feel everything.’ She was panting heavily in a rasping deep breath now. She rose up and off me and I told her to turn and get down on the small round rock near us on the ledge. Still in the water she moved onto her hands and knees and the cold air attacked her bare flesh in the darkness. The places I touched were like waves of fire on her skin and made her moan as I caressed her lower back and down over her ass cheeks. Her backside was full and round and her hips were wide and served to show off her slender waist. I moved my fingers under her and found her wetness and drew the stream back to her ass crack and holding Sara open I massaged her bud with her own juices. She rocked back and forth and I fingered her alittle there and in her pussy at the same time. She was crying like she had never felt anything so good before. I wondered it Terry had ever taken her as I was right now. Touching her so completely. I kissed her back and the heat of my mouth made Sara shudder then I kissed her backside and pushed my finger deeper. She fell forwards and let out a groan and I repeated the slow motion fingering of her again and again. Her moans continued to grow in intensity. I knew she was at the edge of her breaking point so I placed the round bulb of my cock on her hole and pressed in. She screamed out loud as the head opened her up. ‘Relax Sara, just let it happen okay.’ I assured my baby sister, as I was about to take her anal virginity. ‘Oooow, I’m okay Eric hun mmmnnnnnnn. Just Fuck me!’ she moaned to me. Her hands pressing up on the top of the rock and holding her body up as I thrust about half way into her. She whimpered and I moved out and this time my thrust was full to the base of my cock. ‘Oh Fuck! Oooow fuck pleeeeaase…mmmnnn.’ Sara cried. I was so turned on by all this now and my motions were hard and firm and soft at the same time. I had my hands on her hips and pulled her into me and slowly reached under her to feel her breasts hanging and swaying freely like tiny bells. My fingers found her pussy and I rubbed at her clit with my thumb as I thrust into her once again. She fell back against my motion wanting more of me in her. She began to shake and I pulled from her and rubbed he clit through her orgasm. My cock exploding on her lower back and ass and I sat back and looked at her still on all fours and panting heavily before turning to sit in the warm pool and regain her breath. Sara didn’t say a word but we shared an embrace and a long kiss before getting up and gathering our wet clothing. The walk back to camp was as quiet as the one that led us to where we loved each other for the first time. The moon broke through the clouds and she stopped to look at it for a second. I caught up to her and she turned and hugged me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. ‘Was I all you expected big brother?’ Sara asked very softly. I held her close and told her yes she was and more. ‘I don’t think I will be able to sit down for a month though…’ she smiled and giggled alittle. We kissed again and walked a few paces when again she stopped me. Her hand on my arm, Sara gazed into my eyes. I saw the soft liquid of her blue green eyes. She squeezed my hand and with that I knew our sex tonight would not be our last intimate act. Hot Springs Pt. 01 Chapter 1 I fumbled through my moist wallet for a $20. Muttering "Lo siento" to the olive-skinned bartender, I exchanged the soggy tender for my declined VISA. She smiled at me with her startingly white teeth. Making a mental note to tell my bank tomorrow that I was out of the country, I slid the Corona to my bikini-clad friend on the stool next to me. "You are awesome! Next round on me," my fellow traveler beamed in her New England twang. "I will charge it to my room." She pushed the lime through the top and turned it upside down. "Jason, I know I'm a pain in the ass but could I check my phone again? Don might have called by now." I laughed to myself as I reached for the waterproof case in my bag. Brooke couldn't risk getting her hair wet yet she could bring her iPhone with her to the poolside bar. As I handed her a towel to dry her hands before using the phone, she turned her attention downward towards the screen. I used this opportunity to steal a few glances from the new bride. Having been on the Pacific coast of Costa Rica for the last week, she had developed an ambitious tan that contrasted starkly with her blonde hair and green eyes. Even with her concentrated expression, she was adorably pretty and young. Not the face of the head cheerleader but the face of the new girl in the class clutching her textbook to her chest - "Is this seat taken? " My eyes naturally drifted downwards towards the green garment that cradled her breasts. The top's zipper was pulled down making me privy to some serious cleavage. The edges of her breasts ran together at the top of the hill but cascaded in opposite directions as they ran further south. The healthy but slightly pendulous orbs matched her face in pigment, but exceeded it in maturity. My stoolmate whispered the lyrics to "Call Me Maybe" which was playing on the bar's iPod dock and scratched her arm. The smell of Aloe suddenly became noticeable. The ensuing silence became awkward and I cleared my throat. "Whyd'ya keep doing this to yourself, Brooke. The entire Caribbean coast is underwater. Do you really expect cell phones or the internet to be working at Don's hotel?" I regretted the harshness of my tone as her face now directed at me became downtrodden. I continued "Listen, he's gonna be alright but let's be serious - Costa Rica's infrastructure is crappy enough when the weather's good. I had a hamster wheel powering my computer in my last hotel." This last line made her smile. Not with her mouth but with her eyes. I reciprocated. Perhaps it lasted a second longer than should be permitted for a honeymooning woman with a single man – a man who she met on a whitewater raft just 24 hours ago. She faltered and turned her attention back to the mobile device. Having been deprived of her eye contact, I focused on her abdomen which was sleek from the hot spring. The pink twilight reflected off of her skin, creating an unnatural but attractive hue. Her bikini bottoms were fastened by rings on either side, exposing a great deal of skin. I wondered what noise she would make if I were to bite her hip bone. Like most girls, Brooke possessed a 6th sense that told her she was being appraised even without directly seeing it. Subconsciously she sat up straight and smoothed out the little roll leftover from her sorority days. Then her shoulders sunk again as she unsuccessfully navigated through her smart phone. This motion caused a single droplet to start in motion. It followed a nearly invisible line of fine blonde hairs illuminated by the sun ever so delicately down to her navel piercing which now rested in between the small fold. At this juncture right below her birthmark, the sparkle continued to undulate in and out in time with her breathing. I thought of felines, Disney princesses, sex simultaneously. With a quick jerk of her neck, she broke me out of my hypnotic state. "I'm going to the bathroom, watch my stuff for me." She scooted off the stool and swam to the nearest ledge. Rather than taking the stairs, she used her triceps with limited success to hoist herself out. I quickly grabbed her phone before the password engaged to take a picture of her ass during this questionable maneuver. I laughed to myself as I imagined her reaction from seeing this photo. In the 24 hours that we knew each other, we managed to achieve an understanding that allowed for this type of goofing off. Just as I was about to close the camera app, a photo caught my eye and my heart skipped a beat. It was a self-potrait taken in between two mirrors. In the front mirror, a blonde-haired girl covered the nipples of her bare breasts while puckering her lips. From the back mirror's reflection, I could see the same ass that I just took a picture of. On her bare back, the message "MISS YOU" was written in white sunscreen. Trying to slow down my heart, I quickly looked around to make sure no one else was peering over. Looking back at the photo, a few things were clear. The girl in the photo was undoubtedly Brooke, albeit a sexier, more-dolled up nighttime version. According to the file attributes, the file was created 2 days ago. I could see the hotel's bathrobe hanging in the background. Through my peripheral vision I could see my cat woman approaching. I quickly put the phone down without getting a chance to delete my photo and struck up an arbitrary conversation with the bartender about Costa Rican vs Nicaraguan rum. I pushed an authentic Costa Rican cocktail towards my comrade hoping it would wipe the puss off her face. "I just don't understand why he had to go on this fishing trip," she rolled her eyes and completed her pony tail. "This was supposed to be our vacation. Now I am stuck in a third world country where they sell girls like me to guys named Enrique on ships never to be seen again." She seemed to keep her hands on top of her head longer than was necessary as every one of her cuves was taught and accentuated. Her hairclip rested between her teeth. I remained stolid as she waited for my reaction. My eyes involuntarily darted toward the phone. "Seriously, the only Spanish I speak is 'Hhhola me llamo es Brooke.' There is no way I am going out in public alone." She played with a tooth pick in her tooth and sought agreement in my face. "I've been planning this trip for the last 6 months and now I am afraid to leave my hotel. Think about that. It's fucked-up, Jason." She was finally aware of the crescendo of her monologue and became a bit self-conscious as the bar employees stared at her. Her cheeks were now a rosy red due and the heat of the natural hot springs and the alcohol weren't helping. She quickly turned to her phone, "That's weird, it didn't ask me for my password." She looked at me with a quizzical expression. "Did you use my phone?" I couldn't keep a straight face and she knew it. "Motherfucker!! You took a pic of my ass?!" I spit out my beer and laughed as she punched me in the arm. "At least let me know when you're going to take a picture like – I'd like to look good for it next time" she said. "Oh my god, my ass is getting as fat as my mother's." Next time? "Your mom's ass looks like that?" I asked. "So is she single?" I felt that if I could continue teasing she wouldn't consider what else I might have seen. Always a class act, Brooke was smiling and seemed to have forgotten about it as a bunch of pre-teenage boys sat on the other side of her. One of them asked her what time it was, then told her that his friend thought she was hot. The two of them ran away giggling. As she apologized for being married and waved goodbye, my mind was running wild. Two days ago she was in the hotel with her new husband. Why would she take pictures like that for him when they were on vacation together? Brooke had a glazed look in her eyes for the first time that evening. The alcohol was starting to visibly affect her. As we continued to make small talk, she would occasionally grind her seat, as if she were shifting to find the most comfortable part of the stool. The end result was a shifting of her suit. As I looked down at her full ass, the bikini bottoms began to loosen up making the top of her crack clearly visible. If she were an older woman, it would have been offensive. Instead, it was just as hot as hell. My thoughts rambled on. It's quite simple. The pictures were for someone else. The newly-wed was having an affair. She was unsatisfied with Don. Don was standed on the other side of the country. Brooke was standed –" Suddenly she put her hand on my thigh. "...and I just saved someone from malaria today. What did you do?" I looked down at her hand in a stupor and she slowly removed it. Lowering her brow she whispered "The mosquitos are-a-bitin tonight," and put her lips over the straw without moving her eyes from mine. Swallowing audibly, I felt it necessary to open my mouth. It was dry and I fumbled. She sensed this and poured some of her drink down my throat. I took a deep breath, "Ok Brooke, I don't mean to play Devil's Advocate, but let's clear a few things up. First of all, you gotta give Don a break." A middle-aged woman wearing a Brazilian bikini 2 sizes small for her walked by and said waved hello to us with her ass cheeks. My feline friend pantomimed a gag reflex in the form of her tongue sticking out and I silently whistled with my lips. "Don... He NEVER could have anticipated the ensuing flooding. Second of all, you just turned 26 and that's wayyyyy too old for most of the wealthy sex trade industry." Brooke looked at me devilishly and with a sinuous roll was off of the stool. She assumed a "Super Woman" position now as she rested her forearms on the stool and floated. There was encouragement for me to continue in her emerald eyes. Staring at the peaks of her ass cheeks which penetrated the spring's surface like 2 mountain peaks, I employed the same comical undertone, "Third of all, it's not 'Me llamo es Brooke.' It's just 'Me llamo Brooke.' And finally, I can't help but call 'Negative Nancy' out on you." I smiled to reassure her a little but really to reassure myself more. Whatever she was feeling right now was beginning to take a hold of me. I joined her in the water making sure to keep my beer balanced on the stool. "Here you are drinking some authentic Costa Rican alcohol in a natural hot spring powered by a volcano in the middle of paradise with a fellow-American who happens to habla espanol. Things could be worse."' I contemplated the direction I was headed as a light breeze blew through the palms. "How about this, you stick with me and I will do all the talking. We will make the most of this trip but we will not be made out for dumb gringos, ya hear?" The blonde-haired beauty stared at her knight in shining armor with dazed infatuation. Within seconds the moment culminated in a triple-kiss. Brooke with the mouth of my Corona; the twilit-sky with the bottle's bottom. Sticking her magnificent mammaries against me, Brooke held up two fingers to the bartender. Chapter 2 It had been just a week after she received her nursing degree that Don popped the question to Brooke. She was young, naïve and craved direction. And she loved Don; at least she thought she did. During the course of their engagement, the two remained very much enamored with and faithful to one another. On the occasional night out with the girls, Brooke would be sure to text Don as soon as she got to the bar, intermittently in the bathroom, and when she was leaving. Don was very aware that men found his girl attractive. More than a few times, Don had to rescue his damsel in distress from groping bar patrons. One time, things got out of hand during a football game at the local bar and a drunk through his beer on Brooke's white t-shirt. Brooke sat there opened mouth as all the guys hooted and hollered about seeing her tits through her shirt. What a slut she was for not wearing a bra! Don's face turned red from both anger and excitement as he took her by the hand and walked her to the car. Their sex life held great promise. While Don was always attracted to Brooke's body, he was a bit awkward in the beginning. Through sheer repetition Don slowly started to loosen up and adapted to Brooke's bedtime Shenanigans. Before long, he was an able and willing participant in some of the most perverse of bedroom behavior. Through Rachel's encouragement, he learned to tie the most secure of knots using twine rope as well as scarfs from his fiancée's wardrobe. They had several safety words in the event that things got out of hand which they often did. And then it happened. Don was outside tending to the garden outside their Connecticut condo when he heard the animal like shriek coming from the open window of the bedroom. Bursting through the doors, he found her hanging from the shower bar naked, grasping at the rope frantically for leverage. Beneath her lay a stool that had toppled over. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her up so that she could breathe. Wide-eyed he grabbed a pair of scissors and removed the rope from her neck. Both man and woman struggled to catch their breath as she lay down in his arms on the bathroom floor. As Don would notice a few minutes after the incident, there was an open magazine featuring various S&M-type scenarios just below the toppled stool. Since that day, he would have nothing to do with the sadistic and masochistic tendencies that Brooke so desperately craved. Yet the young blonde had become so lost in the games that she could no longer get off normally. In the ensuing weeks, the young couple's sex life faded from lackluster to almost non-existent. A vibrator as well as anal beads that Brooke's ex-boyfriend used to use on her came in handy during this time. She would watch the most degenerate filth that the Internet had to offer while being filled in two holes. In the few nights that Brooke tried to seduce Don, he was too tired from his office job to get it up. Other nights Brooke would disappear with the pretense that her friends needed someone to talk to when in reality it was just the opposite. The texts that Don used to receive religiously all but stopped. But he still loved her and was determined to make things work. The couple was married in a Roman Catholic church as planned. Don's family, always ready to lend a helping hand, took care of their honeymoon to Costa Rica. Chapter 3 That morning I was privy to a pink expanse of paradise. I maintained focus on the peak on front of me almost close enough to touch. Covered with sweat I breathed in the natural scent and kept pushing forward. Yes, it was another sunrise running alongside Costa Rica's most famous volcano. I tried to get out as early as possible to beat the rain that was so prevalent during this time of year. With the schedule I followed in Central America I would be able to fit in a nap, an excursion, and a nighttime friend if I played my cards right. I returned back to my hotel which stood austerely in front of the the Arenal Volcano and went through my ritual of post-run stretches. As I did so, the events of the previous night began to float back to me in fragments. "I shouldn't have tried to kiss her," I thought. I had gotten more involved with a married woman in the past than I should have and the results were disastrous. I had no desire to bring such an ill fate upon myself or anyone else ever again. "But she practically begged for it!" While never a natural, I had experienced enough with women over the years to become somewhat of an expert in body language. Drunk or not, Brooke was not acting like a newly-wed woman last night. I told myself this repeatedly as I replayed her exit. After a few drinks she lay on her back and allowed me to push her to a secluded section of the hot spring pool. We were underneath an artificial palm tree and silent as I massaged her hands. After taking her closed eyes and purring as a sign, I went in for the kill. After the electric shock of the initial kiss, I was given the cold cheek. The 5 minute walk from her hotel to mine could not have lasted longer that night. Snapping out of my reverie, I headed towards the dining room and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Just as I was about to press the elevator button to go up, I heard my name and turned around. Still adjusting to the indoor lighting I squinted for a few seconds before recognizing the girl in green. "I found this in my bag last night. I must've put it in the waterproof case with my phone. I was just gonna leave it at the desk, but..." Brooke handed me my credit card. With her tan a shade darker than it was yesterday, and with her hair dry and free, she looked blonder than I have previously seen. The creases of her mouth would not quite let her smile although her eyes suggested friendliness. The green camisole she wore was form fitting and I had to consciously focus on her face as to not stare further down. We both started talking at the same time. Stopped. She nodded at me to go ahead. "How is Don doing, have you heard from him?" "Oh he is doing really well actually," she played with her hotel keychain. "Yeah, he found a hotel that was running a generator so he was able to use their internet last night." "Nice! Well that's great, Brooke. Does he have an idea of when he is gonna be able to leave the Caribbean side?" "Yeah, he is doing well, he seemed happy, uhhhh." Her speech began to speed up. "Yeah, the coastal roads are a total shit show. His best bet is to take some of the landlocked local roads. They're slow as fuck and not the safest I've seen but they'll get him home." She shrugged her shoulders rigidly and crossed her arms. Her stature implied "You don't need to show concern anymore, seriously." "That's great. I am happy for him. Good..." An old local pushing a luggage cart accidentally brushed shoulders with Brooke as her fidgeting had caused her to back up without realizing it. Before she could regain her composure I changed my tone. "Listen Brooke, about last night... I" "Please don't worry about it, it's totally cool. You don't need to... really, Jason." "No, no... listen, just hear me out. " I flagged down a waiter for another orange juice. I wasn't used to using my voice this early in the morning. "Do you want some?" She said no with her hand. "Well alright. As I told you guys when I met you during rafting, I've been travelling solo this trip. You and Don... especially you, you guys are the coolest people I've met so far. I would never wanna" "Jason, I appreciate it, I really do. You don't have to apologize for anything." "But I feel horrible about how it ended, Brooke." "Nothing happened. We had a few drinks and a good time. After Don comes back the next round is on us. He told me in the e-mail about this place..." Soon every one of her sentences began with "we". As this pepped her up, I slowly became more detached from the conversation. I looked out the window at a female runner; deliciously olive skin with blue eyes. Such Ticas were God's gift to Western men. I subconsciously detected the inflection of a question directed at me. Brooke's gaze had opened up from 5 minutes ago and her green eyes were piercing. Sensing my confusion she restated "Have you planned any excursions today?" I had. Well, maybe Don and she would join me for the waterfall rappelling when he returned. Great! *** I went out to dinner with my Amazon Kindle as my date. As I normally would do on such solo trips, I lived vicariously through the characters of my Hemingway or Fitzgerald books as I indulged in some vino blanco. Basking in my buzzed euphoria, I paid the bill and surveyed my foreign surroundings. The only pretty girls that I could spot were looking to sell something. After I paid my bill, I swaggered across the single lane highway. I admonished a 17 year old Tica by the bus stop to stay in school. Dressed in a white tube top and boy shorts, she replied that she needed the money so she could buy books. I had no response and continued my trot toward the hotel. My euphoria dissipated into vague unhappiness. This was unacceptable in Costa Rica.