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After the Boy from the Booze Cruise and I spent those first few days together, we stayed in touch while he was back across the country and later gallivanting around South America for a few months. A year later, he came back to visit—for another week of orientation debauchery—and six months after that I flew out to visit him.
With reciprocal cross-country trips to see each other, we’d officially cemented our transcontinental booty call. And after what had essentially been six months of virtual foreplay, we were excited to see each other.
He lived on an island a ferry ride away from the city I was flying into, so he met me in the city where we would spend the night in a hotel before heading to the island the next day.
I had booked the hotel with two things in mind: 1) it was downtown and close to everything, and 2) it had a pool and a hot tub. I knew I would be tired after a long flight and I wanted to unwind in some hot water.
But first I was hungry. After a day of avoiding airplane food, I was in the mood for something fresh, so he took me to a delicious Japanese restaurant where we enjoyed an immense spread of the most amazing sushi I’ve ever had.
Bubbling over with conversation, with the Sake going to our heads, we vacillated between wanting to stay out on the town to drink and catch up, or head back to the hotel. But soon enough curious hands on welcoming thighs made the decision for us and we piled into a cab, our hands and mouths already all over each other.
When we got back to the hotel, we had every intention of heading up to the room and going to town on each other, but on the way to the elevator, we saw the sign for the pool.
We looked at each other, and in an instant, we both knew what we were going to do.
We ran up to the room, changed into our bathing suits, wrapped ourselves in giant hotel bathrobes, and headed downstairs. It being almost midnight, the poolroom was naturally deserted. It technically closed at 10 pm, but the door was still open, so we let ourselves in and slipped into the hot tub.
The hot tub was semi-separated from the pool and the entrance to the poolroom by a curved wall that wrapped partially around it. It was still visible, but anyone coming in had to make the effort to look.
The hot tub was round with a little underwater bench circling it. Just deep enough that I could kneel on it straddling him and still be half underwater. Already a bit tipsy, the steam was going to my head and I was pleasantly relaxed. We started fooling around, and I could feel he was getting excited under me. A tug here and a tug there, and soon my bikini top was untied and floating to the other side of the hot tub.
All of a sudden, he was out from under me and I was left kneeling on the bench, my hands on the edge of the hot tub. He pressed up against me from behind and swiftly untied the sides of my bikini bottoms, which floated away to join the top. He reached into the pocket of his bathrobe for a condom, and soon enough he was inside me, rocking us against the side of the tub.
Just as we were about to finish, we heard the door to the poolroom open, and the sound of flip-flops against the tile floor. We looked up to see a flash of bathrobe disappearing behind the wall. Whoever had just walked in hadn’t noticed us on his way to the pool, but there was no doubt that he would hear us if we kept it up.
We slowly lowered ourselves under water while I frantically collected my floating bikini pieces. We quietly stepped out of the hot tub, wrapped our naked selves in our bathrobes, and tiptoed out of the poolroom, hoping our surprise visitor wouldn’t see us leave. We tumbled into the hallway, giggling and running toward the elevator, and hurried upstairs to properly finish what we’d started.
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