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My soul Eros shakes
like wind on the mountain
which breaks into the oaks
and loosens the limbs and shakes them
sweet bitter indomitable snake
Sappho
We had promised it for some time. In fact, I proposed it and he nodded smiling "I've never been there. I'd like to."
Immediately I felt gratified. Being able to share a person's "first time" experience is a rare privilege. Then when that person is your him ...
But the opportunity was slow in coming. Finally on a mid-December afternoon it was decided. Out of time gray, dull and sad. Better to give it all up, run away and come and refresh yourself at the spa.
"You have to explain it to me. I don't know how it works," he said innocently and with a touch of malice in front of the entrance. He knows he likes me saying so.
"It's easy, we register and they give us slippers and bathrobes" I say pushing the entrance door.
We enter an atrium with heavy black decorations. Everything appears dark and pregnant with promises and gives rise to a mixture of curiosity and fear. After registering and having changed we move forward wrapped in our white robes along a dimly lit corridor.
"Where are you taking me?" he laughs holding me by the hand. "Let's go over there, let's see if you like it" I say pointing to a room at the back.
In the center of the dark room with a thousand gray tiles, a circular tub full of blue and inviting water peeps brightly. It is not so big and it seems made for us. We take off the robes that bundle us up and in our new and simple nudity we slide into the water with a light thud. I am happy to be here alone with him finally. I tilt my head on his shoulder. He gently caresses my back and gives me delicious kisses along the neck. I feel my body slightly pinched by the myriad of small bubbles pushed towards the surface and stimulated by the sweetness of his touch and so abandoned I drop all thoughts and worries. Here we are totally enveloped in well-being and comforted by mutual presence.
I feel a sudden rush of water: he is a man who has decided to stay with us in the tub. I am annoyed: how he allowed himself to sneak into our intimate microcosm!
I turn to the other side, determined to ignore it. We continue with the kisses and tenderness. I pull myself up with my arm and curl up better. I just want to forget who I am and restore myself in this reassuring warmth. It's nice, definitely nice to be here!
"Let's go now?" he makes me. Reluctantly I get up and leave this room. We venture down the corridor, pass the showers and reach the largest room where we find a much larger rectangular tub. Few people are immersed in steaming water, apparently distracted. We walk down the steps and find ourselves immersed too. We look at each other in silence, suspended and lulled. He smiles at me and it doesn't take long for me to reach behind my neck, over my shoulders, slide down my breasts, brush my nipples and dive between my legs. My eyes are closed, I'm floating in this magical suspension without gravity and without inhibitions. His fingers know where to press and go straight for the purpose. It doesn't take long for me to feel all awakened and crossed by waves of pleasure spreading in the water.
Now it is I who want to take care of him and ask him to sit by the pool. He is already ready and I welcome him into my mouth. I start a wave movement and feel the chapel that jerks under my blows. His eyes are narrowed and I feel pure silence around me. In my head I exclude everyone present. It's just me and him. He who lets himself go to me and I who wrap it all up.
He enjoys my care, then goes back into the water and sits on the bench that runs along the tub. I crouch on him, we kiss each other passionately and I'm losing more and more awareness of the place. My head is pervaded by almost dreamlike sensations of pleasure and we slide lightly one inside the other. With a masculine resolve that surprises me, he detaches himself from the seat and we find ourselves in the middle of the tub, he standing and I clinging to him with the thighs surrounding his hips. I am going crazy with desire as it possesses me more and more intensely and a powerful vibration takes hold of me and shakes me leaving me lost and panting as everything revolves around me. Inside me a small voice says that I am a dirty girl to fuck naked in the water in front of who knows who, so I decide to ignore her by sinking into myself and excluding everything and everyone from consciousness. Only the two of us remain, its magical movement within me and the flow of pleasure that pervades me from head to toe.
I no longer feel anything except his body and our desire. He becomes a completion of me in a total harmony that I realize I have been expecting for a long time.
Later he will tell me that he has struggled a lot to keep a couple of men at a distance. "But don't
did you notice anything? "
No honey, I would have died of shame. I have never been an exhibitionist. But the thought of those men who surround us and are satisfied with a reverberation of our passion moves something inside me. It is not bad to feel protagonists. Being in the center of the gaze of others. It gives me a thrill that I didn't know.
After staying in the tub we decide to go out and dry ourselves. We continue our patrol. I know what he wants: a place to be together and continue to love us.
We find a room with mattresses and boldly spread a towel next to a couple who is making love.
By now they are very excited and I feel desired and beautiful while holding me and kissing me. We both pant and after a while he is fucking me so hard that my whispers become real cries. I am careless. I want to scream and shout and let everyone know how much I am enjoying.
An unknown hand is lightly licking my leg. But who will it be? I'm on my back and I don't want to turn around, to divert my attention. The hand goes up towards the thigh and becomes bolder. I am surprised that Marco does not chase this intruder away. He defended me strenuously just before. What is a tacit consent? But I'm too busy to give importance to this anonymous hand that caresses me with persuasive grace. After all if he wants some crumbs of our passion to take it. I feel forgiving.
Suddenly the boy stands before me looking for my mouth for his sex. I accept in a new submissiveness that I presume to have tacitly agreed with Marco.
Why not? We are together to discover what can happen, what we can like.
Finally, when we leave this place and go out into the fresh night air I have the feeling that we have touched a new rope that has given us perfect moments. Summoning them makes me feel good.
like wind on the mountain
which breaks into the oaks
and loosens the limbs and shakes them
sweet bitter indomitable snake
Sappho
We had promised it for some time. In fact, I proposed it and he nodded smiling "I've never been there. I'd like to."
Immediately I felt gratified. Being able to share a person's "first time" experience is a rare privilege. Then when that person is your him ...
But the opportunity was slow in coming. Finally on a mid-December afternoon it was decided. Out of time gray, dull and sad. Better to give it all up, run away and come and refresh yourself at the spa.
"You have to explain it to me. I don't know how it works," he said innocently and with a touch of malice in front of the entrance. He knows he likes me saying so.
"It's easy, we register and they give us slippers and bathrobes" I say pushing the entrance door.
We enter an atrium with heavy black decorations. Everything appears dark and pregnant with promises and gives rise to a mixture of curiosity and fear. After registering and having changed we move forward wrapped in our white robes along a dimly lit corridor.
"Where are you taking me?" he laughs holding me by the hand. "Let's go over there, let's see if you like it" I say pointing to a room at the back.
In the center of the dark room with a thousand gray tiles, a circular tub full of blue and inviting water peeps brightly. It is not so big and it seems made for us. We take off the robes that bundle us up and in our new and simple nudity we slide into the water with a light thud. I am happy to be here alone with him finally. I tilt my head on his shoulder. He gently caresses my back and gives me delicious kisses along the neck. I feel my body slightly pinched by the myriad of small bubbles pushed towards the surface and stimulated by the sweetness of his touch and so abandoned I drop all thoughts and worries. Here we are totally enveloped in well-being and comforted by mutual presence.
I feel a sudden rush of water: he is a man who has decided to stay with us in the tub. I am annoyed: how he allowed himself to sneak into our intimate microcosm!
I turn to the other side, determined to ignore it. We continue with the kisses and tenderness. I pull myself up with my arm and curl up better. I just want to forget who I am and restore myself in this reassuring warmth. It's nice, definitely nice to be here!
"Let's go now?" he makes me. Reluctantly I get up and leave this room. We venture down the corridor, pass the showers and reach the largest room where we find a much larger rectangular tub. Few people are immersed in steaming water, apparently distracted. We walk down the steps and find ourselves immersed too. We look at each other in silence, suspended and lulled. He smiles at me and it doesn't take long for me to reach behind my neck, over my shoulders, slide down my breasts, brush my nipples and dive between my legs. My eyes are closed, I'm floating in this magical suspension without gravity and without inhibitions. His fingers know where to press and go straight for the purpose. It doesn't take long for me to feel all awakened and crossed by waves of pleasure spreading in the water.
Now it is I who want to take care of him and ask him to sit by the pool. He is already ready and I welcome him into my mouth. I start a wave movement and feel the chapel that jerks under my blows. His eyes are narrowed and I feel pure silence around me. In my head I exclude everyone present. It's just me and him. He who lets himself go to me and I who wrap it all up.
He enjoys my care, then goes back into the water and sits on the bench that runs along the tub. I crouch on him, we kiss each other passionately and I'm losing more and more awareness of the place. My head is pervaded by almost dreamlike sensations of pleasure and we slide lightly one inside the other. With a masculine resolve that surprises me, he detaches himself from the seat and we find ourselves in the middle of the tub, he standing and I clinging to him with the thighs surrounding his hips. I am going crazy with desire as it possesses me more and more intensely and a powerful vibration takes hold of me and shakes me leaving me lost and panting as everything revolves around me. Inside me a small voice says that I am a dirty girl to fuck naked in the water in front of who knows who, so I decide to ignore her by sinking into myself and excluding everything and everyone from consciousness. Only the two of us remain, its magical movement within me and the flow of pleasure that pervades me from head to toe.
I no longer feel anything except his body and our desire. He becomes a completion of me in a total harmony that I realize I have been expecting for a long time.
Later he will tell me that he has struggled a lot to keep a couple of men at a distance. "But don't
did you notice anything? "
No honey, I would have died of shame. I have never been an exhibitionist. But the thought of those men who surround us and are satisfied with a reverberation of our passion moves something inside me. It is not bad to feel protagonists. Being in the center of the gaze of others. It gives me a thrill that I didn't know.
After staying in the tub we decide to go out and dry ourselves. We continue our patrol. I know what he wants: a place to be together and continue to love us.
We find a room with mattresses and boldly spread a towel next to a couple who is making love.
By now they are very excited and I feel desired and beautiful while holding me and kissing me. We both pant and after a while he is fucking me so hard that my whispers become real cries. I am careless. I want to scream and shout and let everyone know how much I am enjoying.
An unknown hand is lightly licking my leg. But who will it be? I'm on my back and I don't want to turn around, to divert my attention. The hand goes up towards the thigh and becomes bolder. I am surprised that Marco does not chase this intruder away. He defended me strenuously just before. What is a tacit consent? But I'm too busy to give importance to this anonymous hand that caresses me with persuasive grace. After all if he wants some crumbs of our passion to take it. I feel forgiving.
Suddenly the boy stands before me looking for my mouth for his sex. I accept in a new submissiveness that I presume to have tacitly agreed with Marco.
Why not? We are together to discover what can happen, what we can like.
Finally, when we leave this place and go out into the fresh night air I have the feeling that we have touched a new rope that has given us perfect moments. Summoning them makes me feel good.
