Jacuzzi Dream

I return to my hotel suite. I’m depressed and disappointed. I see a menu and remember the room has an expense account that I’m not responsible for. My spirits bolstered slightly, I dial and order.

I use the bathroom and eye the sunken Jacuzzi tub. The order will take time. I told them to bring it in.

I fill it with water almost too warm. I plug my stereo in behind the padded headrest. I find a pop station. I set the Jacuzzi timer for heat and jets.

I settle into the water slowly. I adjust to the heat quickly. I roll up a towel and set it behind my head. I wet a washcloth and fold it over my eyes.

>Not>Nothing but warm jets and music. I start to doze. I hear a noise.

“Just bring it in,” I yell.

I settle back down against the headrest. My eyes are close under the cooling washcloth. I was caught off guard as I felt the water slosh around my shoulders.

I was not alone.

I pulled the washcloth off my eyes to see a man had joined me. What I could see above the water delighted me. Wide shoulders attached to thick muscular arms. A tattoo graced each shoulder, thought the one on the left was a great deal larger.

Well muscled chest.

Thick neck.

Strong jaw.

Sensual lips.

White teeth.

Warm eyes.

Very short hair.

Island dark skin.

“Have the right room?” I asked.

“I saw you on TV tonight,“ he said. “I’m here to offer you a position withcompcompany.”

All I heard from that sentence was ‘position’. I guess I had sex on the brain.

My mouth drops open as I realize what he’d just said. He leans forward and slides his tongue in my open mouth. It tasted like he’d just brushed his teeth. He really knows how to kiss.

I become aware of other things he’s doing with his hands. They’re under the water touching me. I felt a moment of self-consciousness, then I remember that I keep myself well groomed down there.

Hands on my breasts, my hips, my thighs. Hands slip under my butt to lift me up in the water and onto his lap. He puts a large hand behind my head to bring my lips to his. Our tongues dance.

His hands go to my hips where he lifts then lower me onto his excitement. I moan from the pleasure and pain of first entry. My arms somehow made it around his neck. He guides my every move. He brings me close to fulfillment then slows.

Is he teasing me?

As I finally reach my climax I realize his games had ended. I look into his eyes as he himself is fulfilled. He makes a face. I smile. He smiles back.

I can’t breathe.

He’s smiling and I can’t breathe.

His eyes are locked onto mine.

I CAN’T BREATHE!

I sputter and sit up. I cough and clear my sinuses of water. I hear the click of the timer as the heat and jets turn off. I look around and realize I’m alone. I had fallen asleep and slid under the water.

Feeling foolish I get out and slip on a hotel robe. As I belt it I hear a knock at the door. I run over and turn off my stereo before I answer the door.

Room service!

He wheels in the cart. I offer him a tip but he refuses it. He tells me that he’s already received a tip. A little surprised, I watch him walk out and close the door behind him. I shrug and look at what he’s brought me.

Smells good!

I puck up a morsel and put into my mouth. Another knock at the door? Still chewing my food I go to answer the door thinking the porter had changed his mind about that tip.

It’s not the porter.

Island dark skin.

Wide shoulders.

A thick neck.

Strong jaw.

Sensual lips.

Smiling white teeth.

Warm eyes.

Very short hair.

The proverbial tall dark handsome man in a suit.

“Have the right room?” I ask.

“I saw you on TV tonight,“ he said. “I’m here to offer you a position with my companyP>
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All I hear is position.