Bubbles

It was Saturday morning already, and it was finally the time for some earned relax. Sam and his wife had decided to go to a close SPA, where she'd get her favourite massage while he'd had his share washing away the stressful working week in the thermal bath hot water.

"Bye, love; we'll meet here in an hour."

As soon as they entered the SPA, she kissed him and disappeared in a corridor.

"I'm sure you'll have fun; I'll be here later."

He could read "Massages - Sauna" on a blue plaque on the glass door already dividing them. She was always so happy to go there, that Sam sometimes wondered if she had a special masseur to take care of her. He imagined the man sliding his oily hands on every inch of his wife's body, and her, when finally so excited she can't resist him anymore, turning over and staring at him with lusting eyes waiting for his hands to give her the pleasure she craves for, his fingers to slide on her hard nipples and finally between her legs, inside her... but Sam had to stop that thread of thoughts soon: he couldn't get excited too much, now. He already wore his swim briefs and someone would have noticed his erection for sure.

Outside, a splendid sun was shining and a beautiful hot day had already begun. He walked across the large park, checking out the different available pools to find the most suitable for his needs. He just wanted to relax, to forget his worries for an hour or so, and he didn't want to mix too much with the crowd. Only that hot brunette in the central pool almost made him change his mind: he could see just her top now, since the rest of her body was underwater, but her thin bikini bra, her breast and her smile were really something. He remembered he had seen her a couple of times before, exchanged some gazes but never actually spoke with her.

The circular small pool at the end of the park, semi-hidden by a tree fence that separated most of it by the rest of the thermal baths, seemed the natural choice for him. He took off his bathrobe and left it on a plastic chair close to the border.

He sank in the hot water, feeling the bubbles tickling his whole body, and sat on the farthest side of the pool. Behind him and on his left, a huge rock made the perfect wall between the park and the outside world. On his right side he could see the fence; nothing in the front of him apart from the small ladder of the pool. Moreover, there were not more than five people with him, all ignoring him. It was so good he couldn't believe it.

Sam relaxed, adapting his eyes to the sun glittering on the surface of the water. His thoughts run to his wife, to the man massaging her in that very moment, and then to the brunette in the central pool. She was definitely hot... if only he was still a free man. But he loved his wife; he didn't need to do anything behind her back. Still, he knew it could have been hard to resist to a woman like that. In a part of his heart he was hoping never to get that chance... in another, exactly the opposite: he'd want that chance right now.

The noise of the bubbles covered her steps, so when she appeared in front of him his heart skipped a beat. He felt a rush of blood to his head when she turned around and stepped down the ladder. In front of him was the most inviting thong clad ass he'd ever seen; and in it, the woman of the central pool, the hot and tall brunette.

Sam closed his eyes when she turned around facing him. He didn't want to get caught staring at her ass, that could have been something difficult to explain. Anyway, he'd noticed the other men doing the same: as if someone could "not" stare at such a beauty.

He felt a movement on his left side, the water adapting to a new presence.

"It can't be..." He thought.

But he knew what was happening. She was sitting so close to him he could feel her arm slightly touching his, her fingers casually grazing the side of his leg under the water.

He was startled, wondering what'd just happened for that woman to come and sit near him, like if she knew him, like if she was a close friend of him. There was enough space for her to sit somewhere else, but she had chosen him.

At another time, he'd probably said "I'm sorry!", and moved away from her. But she had come sitting so close to him... he was sure it couldn't be a coincidence. He waited for her to start some kind of conversation, but she didn't even turn her head. Instead, her arm was constantly grazing his side of his leg, under the water. Sam was excited from the whole situation; he was slowly getting hard.

He remembered her body, her ass descending in the water; such a hot girl, the most beautiful girl he'd seen that morning for sure. He just stayed there, enjoying her touch, slowly getting more and more aroused by the feeling of her fingertips; so strange, because he was not usually so easy to turn on. He feared to get caught and slightly opened his eyes to check if anyone had noticed them, but the people around were not paying attention to them. The bubbles were so strong no one could see under the surface, he just had to stay there, waiting for his erection to fade away.

When a man sitting on his right stood up to get out of the pool, he got the chance to move his own arm; he let it fall on his side, between him and the woman. He could finally feel her skin too: the movement of the waves was the perfect excuse to move his arm back and forth, to rub the side of her leg, her hip.

Sam was sure she was aware of the touch. She'd already gone away if she didn't want it, and he wondered how far he could push himself into that. He was feeling his own blood rushing all over his body. He was hard, completely hard, and his tip was rubbing on the inside of his briefs giving him strange, unsatisfying tickles. Sam was only instinct now, and his wife long forgotten.

Casually, he opened his eyes and turned his head to her. He lowered his sight to her cleavage, watching her big round breast floating in the water, and up to her smooth neck. How much he loved a smooth neck to kiss: he'd dive into it right then, if they were alone. A little above, he met her blue eyes: eyes sparkling with lust, eyes asking for secrecy. He turned his head away, feeling pervaded by a new courage: he knew he could dare more, and he would.

His arm was now pushing against the side of her breast more firmly, he could feel the thin bikini and her soft skin; he could almost feel her breath getting heavier. If only they were alone... he imagined to stand up, lower his swim briefs and gave her his cock to lick, his glans to cuddle with her lips and tongue, the key of his pleasure.

Sam wanted to ask her why, to ask her name. But at the same time he was afraid to break the spell. He couldn't find the right words: what words could have explained the multitude of different and contrasting sensations he was feeling? And, he was sure; it was the same for her.

The woman's hand was now on his knee, cupping it, caressing it and moving slowly, steadily, upwards. Her fingers were tracing their way up... there was indeed no need for words anymore; it was like being secret lovers in the grip of their passion. Sam moved his arm around her waist, behind her. Everyone in the pool was probably thinking they were lovers, partners; and yet they didn't even know each other.

That chemistry between them was something never felt before. He placed his hand on her breast, squeezed it gently. He could already feel her hard nipple hitting on his palm; he began to play with it, tracing its contour with his thumb, teasing it to get it even harder. He had decided to push his luck until she'd decided to leave... and he didn't want to stop anymore.

But her hand was saying something else: her hand on his crotch, gently caressing his ball and his shaft from outside the briefs, was telling him she was not going to leave. She was going to enjoy it; he could feel her fingers wrapping around his shaft, feeling the hardness of his cock, until she slid her finger around the waistband and pulled it down, freeing it from its cage. He thought he'd never tried anything that exciting: in a pool, with at least five other people around, and his sex standing naked in the water just an inch under the bubbles.

Maintaining her absent looking face as if she was used to it, she began jacking him off. Her hand was already moving up and down on him, stopping sometimes on its tip massaging it all around, then sliding to his balls and up again. For a brief moment, Sam thought again of his wife: he couldn't stop anymore, he could only be grateful to be there in the pool because in any other situation he would have fucked that woman.

He slid his hand lower, on her hips, on her ass. The woman knew what he wanted, and slightly lifted her body to accommodate his hand between her cheeks... and lower, until she was sitting on his hand. Sam could feel her ass on his wrist and the shape of her lips on his fingertips. Her hand stopped for a while, as she enjoyed the feeling of a new hand touching her. When he slid his fingers past the black bikini bottom, when he finally pushed them inside her pussy, she closed her eyes and began stroking him again. She was more passionate now, in synch with the movement of his fingers inside her.

Sam was in awe: her pussy was so juicy and his fingers sliding in and out of her easily. In reality, he couldn't move his fingers much, but she was grinding her pussy on them with force and passion, pushing her hips back and forth under the water, riding him like that. Yes; that was the feeling he had: she was in complete control, fucking his fingers in rhythm with her hand on his cock... up and down up and down: and yet, even in that extremely wild act, he could feel something sweet, almost romantic. The warm water was giving him the illusion of being inside her.

The sexy woman closed her eyes and laid the back of her hear on the border of the tube. She kept on moving up and down on Sam's fingers, increasing her pace on his hand. He felt her stroking getting faster on his cock, her breath heavier... then she stopped, pushed her hips down and came on his fingers with an imperceptible moan.

The feeling of his fingers completely swallowed by her wet pussy, her spasm squeezing him, her body shuddering as the orgasm impregnated her body, and her back arching to ease his fingering... it was too much for him. Sam couldn't resist anymore: he felt the woman rubbing his tip in the palm of her hand, and soon begun cumming... a flow of hot cum spurting out of him, into the water.

His head was spinning and while she kept caressing his sensitive tip, cuddling it as it became softer. Then she just stood up and walked away, out of the tub, up the few step of the ladder showing him her juicy ass again. He could see her bikini bottom still shifted a little aside.

Sam would have liked to follow her, but he still couldn't hide his erection so... he just followed her with his eyes, carving in his memory the outline of her body against the sun. He wasn't sure of it, but as she stood up it seemed to him to hear a voice, almost completely concealed by the noise of the bubbles,

"Thank you."