On the Other Side of the Glass

I squeezed Miles' big hand hard as the plane landed, bumping roughly before smoothing to a slow, creeping pace. I looked out the window at the snow gently falling, blanketing the ground generously. While it was the first snowfall of the year, it hadn't gotten too cold out yet. I jiggled my leg and my heart bubbled in anticipation for our well needed weekend getaway. I desperately needed to forget about work for a while and I loved the way Miles took control with planning the whole weekend, even down to picking out my clothes. I snuck a peek at his snoozing face, a Cupid's arrow shooting through my heart.

I fell in love with Miles the first time I saw him. He was sweet and gentle with his dimpled smiles and easy going with his booming laughter. Miles never broke his signature smiles and calm face. He was a real people pleaser and because of it, I wasn't the only girl who lusted after him. However, throughout our friendship, he never dated a woman, saying nobody could keep up with him. I sent him countless signals and every time, he deflected until one day he caught me sunbathing naked on my balcony. Afterwards, he slowly warmed up to me and finally, I snagged a date with him. While everybody was fooled by his angelic exterior, on our first date he revealed his devious desires. About ten minutes before he was supposed to pick me up, Miles showed up at my apartment and seduced me with his lustful kisses and big hands exploring my body. Captivated by his motions and consumed by my desire, I gave in only to have him slip my panties from underneath my dress and stopping, urging us to leave so we didn't miss our reservations. Throughout the night I shifted uncontrollably at the new sensation on my vulnerable pussy: the fabric of my dress rubbing me in a new, exhilarating way, the cool air cupping me lazily, the way Miles glanced at me so deviously with a slight smirk on his face . Afterwards, I couldn't stop thinking about Miles and they way he tested me, annoyed at first but begging for more. Our relationship continued to blossom and we married three years later. To commemorate our first date, I didn't wear any panties on our wedding day. During the reception, he stealthily reached underneath to mess with me, his way to commemorate our first date, but he was stunned to find that I had beat him at his game just once. My body shuddered delightfully remembering the way his fingers excitedly played with my pussy for just a second before regaining his sweet exterior.

"Miles, we're here," I whispered, gently jabbing his muscular arm. His long brown eyelashes curled upwards and his plump lips pouted as he quietly huffed in his sleep. Yes, that was the Miles everybody saw and loved. Miles stirred awake at my jab, groggily lifting his head from his shoulder, eyes glazed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, adjusting to the environment before leaning in and kissing me, a big grin on his face. "You're going to love the hotel," he exclaimed, standing up and stretching, finally our turn to get off the plane.

"Okay Luna, your eyes are closed right?" he asked, the crunching of snow under tires stopping and the engine cutting off. I nodded, the soft suede pads of my mittens covering my eyes. I heard Miles open his door and then mine, his hand wrapping around my arm and gently guiding me out, the cold air hitting my unprotected face. He twirled me around and giddily said, "Now open them!"

I dropped my arms to my side and my eyes adjusted quickly to the bright sun beating down. I gasped at the huge, modern lodge that stood before us. The building was dark stained wood with straight lines that jutted out at different lengths, huge windows showing off a beautifully lit lobby with two roaring fires, and a large rectangular sign read 'L'Amour Lodge'.

"Oh my gosh, Miles. This place is freaking amazing!" I squealed, squeezing his athletic arm.

"It's a couples retreat. It's just what we need," he replied, resting his chin on my head for a second before grabbing the bags and ushering me into the hotel.

My chilled skin desperately welcomed the warm, cozy air of the hotel and the familiar scent of the transition to winter filled my nostrils: roasting chestnuts, cinnamon, hot chocolate. My eyes wandered around the lobby as Miles jogged up to the reception desk to check in. The walls were a natural cedar colour, the floors a contrasting white. The ceilings were easily over 20 feet high with long, sleek chandeliers evenly spaced and the back wall was all glass, giving a breathtaking view of the lake. Two roaring fireplaces demanded attention in the center of the room, the granite slabs extending to the ceiling. The place definitely screamed luxury and modern. I glanced at Miles as the receptionist told him a joke, batting her eyes at him. I rolled my eyes. He smiled politely back before taking the room key and jogging back over to me. "Got us an upgrade to a suite," Miles said proudly.

"Oh, did you offer to fuck her brains out," I replied, lightly smacking his arm.

"Baby, you know that's only for you," he replied, his hand grabbing a handful of my tight ass and squeezing hard. He leaned in and his lips brushed mine before whispering, "Let's get this show started."

My jaw dropped when we got into the suite. The spacious room was painted deep blue with dark hardwood walls to match and a king sized bed with luxurious white sheets pushed up on one side of the wall with a matching white marble fireplace on the other side. Next to the fireplace was a large clawfoot tub with mirrors cornering it and behind that was the bathroom. On the other side of the room, sunshine peeked through the light curtains, leaving beautiful stripes throughout the lowly lit room. While Miles set down our suitcase on a big white dresser next to the bathroom entrance, I ran to the windows and pulled the curtains open, a sweeping view of snow covered trees and a peek of the lake.

Miles whirled me around in his arms and dipped me, planting a deep kiss on my lips. My arms snaked around his neck and my mouth opened, allowing his soft tongue to explore. My core twitched as his hand traveled down my tight body, his fingers pinching ever so gently at my curves. I pulled back from our makeout session, led him to the huge bed, and pushed his chest, his butt landing with a soft thud.

I drank in my husband, deprived of his intimate touch for months. His soft brown hair was tousled from the hat he wore, his light hazel eyes stared back playfully, and his slow growing stubble peppering his chiseled jaw. My eyes trailed down from his face, his fitted shirt tight against his muscled body. His lean biceps flexed as he rested his arms on his thighs, his fingers curling for me to come to him. I obeyed, lightly stepping until I was between his two bulky legs, his hands squeezing my butt, his head resting on my belly. I grabbed his face in my hands and leaned in, our lips meeting again, sparks flying around. I pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top, resting my core on his abbed stomach.

"I've been waiting for this," I whispered, grabbing the hem of my shirt and yanking it off. I wore an intricate and lacy red bralette that complimented my golden tinted skin. I brushed the loose black locks behind my back and leaned in again, ready to devour my prey.

"Not yet," Miles denied, his eyes lit with desire and his hand reaching up and cupping my slender face, his fingers pressing into my flesh, my dark nipples stiffening at the touch. "We're going to have a little bit of fun first." With his other hand, he lifted me off effortlessly and glided to the suitcase he set on the dresser. He unzipped it and tossed me a plastic pale pink package. "Go on and put it on in the bathroom and then we'll go to the pool."

I flicked on the bathroom light on, the heated tiles warming my toes as my heart thumped out of my chest. Nervously, I nudged open the top of the package, turning it upside down to let the contents fall out on the marble counter. I picked up the top to a cream coloured triangle bikini top. I rubbed the thin, slightly sheer fabric between my fingers, excitement bubbling throughout my body and I quickly slipped out of my bralette and into the top. My small B-cup breasts filled the small triangles and pushed them closer together, giving the illusion of bigger breasts while my nipples hinted at their colour behind the fabric. The excitement from earlier built up when I picked up the matching cream bottoms . I pulled them on and twirled around in the mirror, admiring the high waisted cut making my shorter legs look slender and long, the criss-cross laces on the side giving a peek of my wide hips, and the high cut in the back disappearing into the tight mounds of my ass.

"Miles," I said, coming out of the bathroom. His eyes lit up when he scanned my body, nodding in approval. Miles shed his winter clothes and wore a light blue pair of swim trunks that brought out the green in his eyes.

"Wow, you're so stunning," he replied, rising from the bed. When he stood up, I couldn't help but notice the tightened fabric around his groin. While Miles grabbed two white towels for the pool, I reached in the suitcase, rummaging for a swimsuit cover. He quickly ran over and plucked my hand out.

"Nuh-uh, Luna. That's all you're wearing to the pool."

"Of course, anything you say," I replied, my body sending mixed signals all over. While my hands began to sweat and my cheeks flushed red with nervousness, my heart thumped wildly and my crotch twitched and tightened with anticipation. It was so thrilling to be so exposed in the swimsuit, the sensation reminding me of our first date. Miles grinned and his arm snaked around my shoulders and pulled me close as we set off for the pool.

The loud hum of the fans above rang in my ears while the hot, humid air stuck to my skin when we arrived at the pool. Tons of modern, wooden outdoor chaises surrounded the huge, curvy pool and plenty of couples lounged, some in their swimwear and some partially or fully naked. My eyes wandered from one naked couple to another, my eyes traveling up and down their bodies and a few pairs of eyes lazily stared back as us, specifically at me, as we passed. The buzz from earlier began to grow, seeing the naked couples so comfortably lounging and the eyes trailing us.

Miles showed me off like a trophy walking throughout the pool, my body tingling from the excitement, before grabbing two chairs near the water. When we sat down, I scanned the surroundings, in awe. A huge glass pane skylight covered most of the ceiling, allowing natural warmth to kiss our skin and bright sunshine to stream through making the water glisten bright blue. A huge marble facade plastered one side of the pool and a rectangular cut spewed water calmly.

My attention turned to Miles when I heard rustling. He shed his shorts to the delight of a few women around us, his bareness electrifying me. I licked my lips at his juicy butt and his soft penis shyly enjoying the open air. While the rest of his body was pale with a slight hint of sun kissed, his groin contrasted the lightness with its darker colour and pink undertones. As he slid into his chair, I caught more women and a few men now freely gawking at my husband's beautifully bare body. In particular, a redheaded woman whispered to her brunette partner, her eye catching mine. I looked back at Miles and my heart tingled as his eyes gazed back at mine so lovingly.

"I'm going to test out the water," I said with a grin. "Want to join?"

"No, I'm going to enjoy the view but stay close," he replied with a slightly devious tone.

I rolled my eyes and launched up from the chair, sauntering over to the water. At the edge of the pool and the feeling of his eyes on me still, I contemplated sexily dipping myself into the pool for Miles but stifled a laugh at a more entertaining idea. I took a few steps back and bounced forward, jumping off of the ledge and curling into a ball, creating a huge splash as I entered the water. My body was engulfed by its warm touch and when I surfaced, I gasped for water, slinging it off my face to look at Miles' reaction. I excepted a rarely stunned Miles but instead, he roared out a laugh, his hand pointing down to his chest. My eyes followed his direction on my body and I gasped at my bare chest on full view, my wet bathing suit clinging to my exposed breasts, fully transparent. My pussy quivered in my transparent nakedness and my eyes shifted around the room to find a few stunned faces staring at me while others slyly took in the view of the girl who cannon balled into the water with a transparent swimsuit. The redhead girl from earlier giggled and waved at me. Embarrassed, I slunk back into the water until it touched my chin and I looked back at Miles, shooting daggers at his smug face.

After the attention died down, I emerged, water sliding down every curve and crevice of my body, making my heart throb, swimsuit still transparent. My cheeks flushed as I quietly padded back to my chair, a few more people looking over and giggling. When I made my way over, Miles was laying down on top of our towels with his eyes closed, his hands on his slowly rising and falling abs.

"Can I have a towel?" I asked with a hint of embarrassment in my voice. He peeked his eyes open for a second before he sat up, rubbing them awake. He scanned my wet body, lingering on my exposed breasts. "Why don't you air dry?" he replied, leaning back in his chair. "It feels really nice."

I took a moment to let the air caress my skin. The slightly damp heat clung to my skin and warmed me up perfectly, the wet swimsuit only weighing me down and denying me the warmth. Miles was right, it felt great. I smiled at him as I pulled the string behind that rested on my neck, freeing my breasts from the exposing bikini. I untied the other string and slipped the bottoms down my legs, dropping the sopping mess on the concrete. The humid air ate up my newly exposed skin, making my dark nipples harden and my pussy tighten. I could feel eyes on me again as I laid down on my chair, the back making me push out my chest, my breasts puffing out. I caught an older man from across the pool looking my way and I smirked, spreading my legs a little, letting him peek at my labia. I glanced over at Miles and he held his breath in, his eyes gazing intensely on my slightly exposed core.

"Wow, you look incredible," Miles whispered, leaning in and brushing a wet lock of hair from my face. His eyes studied me before pulling back, shaking his head. My heart pounded in my chest when the heat from his fingers trailed over where he touched. Why was he holding himself back?

"Let's go back to the room," I replied, grabbing his arm. "I can't wait anymore."

"No, not yet. I've got the night planned for us."

"But--"

Before I could protest, a scraping noise to my right distracted me and the red haired girl and her male partner settled in the chairs. They were both naked: her big breasts lazily hidden behind her glossy, wavy hair, her manicured pubic mound matching the drapes and his muscular body glistening with water, his well endowed manhood not shy about how it felt.

"Hello, we couldn't help but notice you two earlier from over there," the girl chirped. "I'm Karina and this is my now husband, David," she continued, giggling. She fanned out her left hand and showed off the huge rock on her ring finger. It was so clear, I swore I saw rainbows in my eyes.

"Why thanks, you two. I'm Miles and this is my wife Luna," Miles replied quickly sitting up and hiding his erection. As I sat up to face the couple, Miles hopped over his chair and sat down next to me. "What brings you two over here?"

"Oh, Karina has a thing for Asian girls," David said, chuckling low. He turned away as he brushed some water out of his dark brown hair and returning with a grin. Karina slapped David playfully on his thigh, his cock twitching from the interaction. "Shut up, David! I just think she's cute. She reminds me of Kimiko, right?"

His eyes ran up and down my body and he nodded in approval.

"Anyway, we're here on our honeymoon. We just got married!" Karina giddily exclaimed, showing off her blinding ring again. "Again, we saw you two earlier and after that pool stunt, we had to say hello. It was just so... refreshing," she continued.

"Oh, I just love teasing this one. She looks shy at first but she loves it," Miles replied, giving them one of his booming laughs. He glanced at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his forearm grazing my hardened nipple and sending waves of excitement down between my legs. Karina and David exchanged amused looks and my cheeks flushed again, the tips of my ears brightening red this time. It was true. Although I was always nervous, whenever Miles teased me when we were out, it drove me wild to no limit.

"Haha, Karina's not shy at all. She loves to put on a good show," David replied. He spread his legs open and scooted her in between them, his big hands cupping her pale breasts, his thumbs gently running over her nipples. She shuddered sensually at his touch, her mouth slightly ajar and head tilted back. His hands traveled down her narrow waist and stopped at her wide hips, his mouth nibbling at her neck. "I'm so lucky I found her," he ended, his hands releasing Karina to her discontent.

"I know how you feel. I wasn't sure if I'd ever find someone who could... stand up to the challenge," Miles said. "It was a real shocker when I found Luna sunbathing on the balcony. Who would have thought the shy girl had such a naughty secret," he continued, flashing a wild grin at me.

"I wasn't even hiding it. I just wasn't telling the world because I was worried freaks would find me. Too bad one did and I married him," I retorted, poking his hard pecs and laughing. He rolled his eyes and grabbed my smaller breasts in his hands, squeezing them hard. I squealed at the rough, callused hands against my smooth skin and wiggled out of his grasp, shallowly breathing. The touch sent more waves down between my legs and my slit became slick with arousal.

Karina giggled at our interaction and I caught her hand slipping behind her back to touch David's manhood. We sat in silence for a moment, my eyes unable to tear away from her devious act behind her, her thin forearm slowly rising and falling while David gripped her shoulders, his eyes narrowed with lust.

"Oh shit, it's already nine o'clock?! We've got a reservation at the restaurant!" Miles exclaimed. He rose from the chair and collected my still transparent swimsuit from the ground. His call broke the spell their sensual actions put over me. I stood up too, grabbed one of the towels Miles sat on and quickly swiped between my legs and rang the surviving droplets from my hair.

"It was really nice meeting you two," I stammered, wrapping the towel around me tightly and beginning to walk back to our hotel room. Before I made it halfway across the pool, I glanced over my shoulder to see Miles whispering something to the couple before jogging back over to me. "Sorry, I just wanted to say goodbye," he said, snaking his arm around me and pulling me close.

"You've got to get ready in like five minutes," Miles called from the room. He appeared at the bathroom door with another one of his pink packages and a pair of black block heels. "Wear this to dinner," he demanded, handing me the items and disappearing back into the darkness.

I instantly ripped open the package and slid the contents out. It was a sleeveless, beautifully embroidered, pale pink cheongsam, a close fitting Chinese dress. I unfolded the silky dress and slipped it over my body, the hem resting just below my ass and hugging my gracious curves. The dress was intricately embroidered with swirls of flowers and leaves in dark red, gold, green, and whites. I popped the collar out from its folded state and buttoned the two buttons at the top. From the waist up, it looked very traditional and modest but from the waist down, I could barely contain my assets in it. My body tingled as I did my hair, wrapping the lockets into a tight top bun and touching up my light and natural makeup, putting on some concealer underneath my almond shaped eyes and reapplying light red eyeshadow and black eyeliner. Throughout the process, the bottom of the dress rose up and rested tightly halfway on my butt, unable to go back down. Every time I pulled the dress down, it bounced back up when I lifted my arms.