Good for Us, Part 1
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"I am going to be so late." I whisper frantically to myself as I jumped into the freezing cold car and glanced at the time. I'm heading out of town, for a ďfamilyĒ weekend my mother had arranged. She recently started dating the epitome of sleaze, a man named Jack. I haven't lived with her in years, and frankly I feel like she can do whatever the hell she wants - so why does she have to bring me into all of this? Apparently Jack likes to ski, so we're headed out to the mountains to "get to know each other." Joy.
It's a 2-hour drive to the resort where this whole family meet-and-greet formality is to take place and, of course, here I am leaving an hour before I'm supposed to arrive. Great job, Carmen. At this point, all I can do is set out on the road and hope I haven't forgotten anything.
Rolling out onto the highway, it's time to relax and just prepare myself for the drive. Pop on the iPod, crank some Yeah Yeah Yeahs, and let my mind drift just as much as I'm able without losing sight of the road. Thoughts of the past week drift in and out, but keep getting pushed aside by the image of ugly step-father-to-be, Jack, and what I picture his greasy son Ryan to look like. What the hell am I getting myself into? At least I could spend time reading my book, and relaxing in the hot tub. Hot tubs are pretty great.
This is how I can forget about Jack! Hot tubs. I daydream that my tiny room at the resort is actually going to be a chalet in the Laurentians, complete with a hot tub just outside, sipping a glass of wine. I'm transported to a nice, calm part of my mind where all I have to do is enjoy the feeling of happy little bubbles caressing my entire body, with the cold winter night air balancing the heat. Oh and what's this? I look up an amazingly gorgeous guy is standing above me - how convenient! He slowly removes his robe and reveals his muscular tanned body. I canít help but gaze at the bulge in his shorts. He grins at me when he notices me staring, then submerses himself in the hot water. As he moves closer to where Iím sitting, I take another sip of wine.
"Nice night." I comment, nodding slightly to the crescent moon in the cold night sky.
"Definitely. What brings you here?" He moves closer again.
"Does it even really matter?" I ask, coyly. Finally, he is sitting an inch from me, and puts his hand on my thigh. He caresses me, sliding his hand higher, higher, until he encounters my bikini bottom. He looks at me, and I nod slightly, consenting to his invading fingers. His fingers glide over my pussy, touching my hot skin as his upper body clings closer, warming it from the night air. As he slips a finger between the folds of my lips, I moan, and push myself against his hand. I want to feel his fingers deeper inside me. The bikini bottom is now in the way, and I reach down and remove it. I spread my legs wide, feeling how hot the water feels against my pussy. He cups my pussy and squeezes it gently. I can feel my clit become sensitive, swollen. I move my hips, needing to feel him fill me. I reach down and feel his hardness.
He removes his shorts, and his hard cock leaps out - begging for my touch. I turn around, my ass jutting out slightly, as he comes to stand behind me. The mix of the crisp cold air and hot water makes every goosebump on my body prick up - making his touch even more sensuous. His cock presses into my ass just a bit, enough to make me whimper. He slips it in my pussy, so slowly he drives me mad. I try to push back, try to get him to fill me, but he holds me steady with his hands on my shoulders. Finally, with one deep hard thrust, he buries himself in my hot, wet pussy. He continues to fuck me harder, faster. He reaches forward and pushes my top to the side, caressing my nipples. The bubbling water makes everything feel so much more erotic. I reach down to finger my clit, as he continues fucking my pussy. Itís at that point that I realize that Iím situated near a jet of water. I position my body so that the water is stimulating my clit. I can feel my orgasm building. I moan and I cum harder than I have ever cum. He can feel my body throbbing and he erupts deep inside me. He holds me up until I can stand on my own. He moves away from me, and gets dressed without a word. He turns around and smiles. And he leaves.