Generotico

It’s almost noon and I’m at my room hotel. The view can not be better, From the terrace I can see the vast expense of the Pacific Ocean. The sun is caressing my skin while I’m laying reading a book with some erotic stories. Next to me is a table with my cigarettes and a cool tropical drink; and some steps ahead a Jacuzzi tub.



Somebody knocks at the door, and I answer from there louder

-Who's there?

-Room service, miss. -answers a male voice.

-It's open -I had order some food for lunch so I let the waitress to come and live the service inside the room, but I hear the door closing sooner than what I expect, besides the waitress never came with the check.



Intrigued, I take off my sun glasses and turn around to find you there, standing in the door between the terrace and the room. I can't help a big smile, as always you surprised me with your presence when I don’t expect it. By the way you are dressed I can guess you've just arrived from the airport, your tie is already in the floor next to your jacket. You walk to me slowly, smiling and with that sight which captured me the first day we met. Without keeping you out of my sight, I let my book on the side waiting axious for you to come and sit next to me.



-What are you doing here? –after more than five minutes I can finally say a word.

-If you don't like my company it's all right, I can go back home. –And you turn back as if you really where about to leave.

-No!

You look at me, smiling, you sit next to me and I can only kiss you. Your feet find my book in the floor and after reading the title you look at me smiling

-Wow, erotic tales... Mmm... That means you have something in mind. -and I get blush. You stand up and start walking to the room.

-Where are you going? -you answer without turning back

-I want to change my clothes, it's very hot here like to bee dress with a suit.



And I go back to my book, I want to finish the story I was reading when you showed up. I don’t have much time, it’s still a page and a half to know how does the platonic sexual encounter between the taxi driver and the telephonist will end. He is about to discover that the voice which makes him dream and cum every night, is sit right there in his cab; but she doesn’t speak, only gave him the address and stays quiet during the ride. He watches her, not only with the rear view mirror, but also through a small one placed in the middle of the dashboard. With this round mirror he can see not only the ladies legs, but also the sway of their breasts every time they cross a pothole. That reflex made him dream with as much as the voice of his passenger, through this mirror he can also see how their nipples get stiff with the cold wind blowing, or when they discover him watching at their necklines. This turns him on, makes him to desire them and to see them in his imagination when he is talking with her on the phone. The operator has also discover the lewd glance the driver gives her and she remembers her favorite night's client, the one who calls and has describe how he looks at his clients, how he finds out the color of their panties, how trough the mirror he can see the hardness and the size of their nipples; he is a real expert, just as her. The operator tries to start a conversation, and he answers just as he does when they are talking on the phone, with the same phrase, with the same accent: “Excuse me”.



But I can’t keep reading, a dark cloth covers my eyes and it’s getting tie to my nape by your hands. I don’t like this, I don’t like darkness, I’m afraid.

-Don’t, please.

-Trust me... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.

I get clutch to the book, since is the only thing my hands can touch, the only firm object I can grab to. Now I can feel how you sit next to me.

-Relax… Lay down, baby... I want to refresh you a little. –while you ask, you took away my only cornerstone to place it somewhere. I have to obey and trust you, although I try to relax my muscles are to tense, my legs, outstretched but firm over the sun chair, and my hands flanking my body attached to the iron arms.

A new sensation invades my body, they are cold drops falling over my chest, drops which are probably dripping out of a glass, and I react with a little jump which makes you laugh.

-Calm down... It's just water.

-But it's cold...

-It's all right, you need some water to refresh your body... I guess you have been here for hours –and the drops keep falling until your finger tips spread the water gently over my shoulders and chest.

-Baby... Would you make me a favor?

-What?

-Could you remove the top of your bathing suit for me?

I don't understand, you can do it by your own, but I guess your hands are busy with something,

-And what if somebody see us?

-No, baby, anybody will... Trust me. –I think about it for a few seconds and I do it. Slowly I take out the top letting by breasts naked while I hear the ice moving in the water and crashing against the glass.

As always happens when I undress my self, my nipples get up instinctually. Now, I'm more nervous than in the beginning but I try to hide it from you, I try to hide my fear, my nerves, I try to seem relax and to think nothings is going… Ah!. A piece of a cold and rough cloth is caressing my bubs… The sensation can not be more exciting, not just because of the cold, but also for it’s texture, it feels like if was a towel… Yes a towel you damp inside the icebox, then you waited for it to be enough chilly to use it to caress me. I can feel your fingers strolling over the towel trying to find my nipples to rub them.

-Do you like it?

-Yes... –I say in the middle of a deep and long sigh. Not only my nipples had grow because of the pleasure, my breasts are getting swollen and harder with your caresses, and in between my tights I can feel the dampness all this produces inside me. You know how to turn me on, how to touch me, how to make my erogenous points start sending adrenalin loads to the rest of my body.

After what I assume is a towel, I start feeling something even colder, something sliding over my skin and almost numbs it with it’s contact… An ice.. Yes! An ice cube your fingers are running trough my neck, shoulders, chest, in between my breasts, around them, trough my stomach until you reach my navel, making me shiver, tremble, move and scream with this new sensation. The cold stops right in the middle of my breasts on it’s way back, my breathing in now heavier and your silence makes me wonder, I can only hear the waves cleaving in the beach and a few birds passing by far away.

Now the cold is over my nipples, but it’s a mixture of cold and hot….Mmm… These are your lips… this is your tongue, is your mouth holding the ice while you kiss and suck my nipples. Now, I feel just like the taxi driver from the tail, looking in my mind what you are doing with my body, trying to see like in a movie your image, your head leaned over my chest and your mouth attached to each of my breasts, biting my nipples, felling it’s hardness with your lips and giving them more stiffness every time your tongue rolls the ice over them. Meanwhile, your hands finally pull down the rest of my bathing suit, leaving me bare naked in the sun chair.

My breathing becomes discordant with yours, my thighs get tighter, pressing one against the other, as if they were afraid of something, afraid of someone who wants to spread them apart. But your hands placed that cold cloth over the rest of my body. Now the tour begins over my belly and travels down to my vulva.

Your hands, softly, without anything between them and my dermis, caress my legs, relaxing them, they draw it’s shape, make them spread apart letting the tunnel to get open. Helping yourself with the cloth, your fingers play with my bloom, you just hardly touch it, I hardly feel a small rubbing of that cloth against my pubis, but I can feel one of your hands under my tights telling me to flex one of my legs so you can keep on going.

My hands are already relaxed, they are not anymore attached to the chair, now they are touching my belly, feeling my sides trying to find you. A sigh tells me where you are… That sensation of cold and hot I felt over my nipples are now between my legs and about to get inside the most wet spot of my body, but it is not your tongue… It is not soft and slim as your tongue, it is not smooth and delicate as your lips, it’s something else, something cold running up and down over my clit and my cunt… It’s something roughness, but at the same time without shape, without stiffness, without strength… but it’s giving me spasms and makes my waist go up and down at it’s rhythm, while my moans join my breathing.

I’m trying to picture you again, to guess your expressions and the way you are looking at me while you are turning me on, is your mouth dripping? What do your eyes are looking at? My face, my body, or the task your hands are doing with that object which makes me moan loaded with each touch?

Oh! This time you made me get arched completely with that jet of cold water which is running from my vulva to the beginning of my ass, with it you made my hip get up to it’s higher point, to feel your tongue afterwards collecting the rest of the water and tasting the dripping honey from my body… Yes, this time it is your mouth kissing my downer lips, caressing my groins, turning me on and guiding the rhythm of my hip. All my body is full with sensations, new ones and old ones. Each pore in my body is awaiting for your touches while my mind tries to place you between my legs; trying to guess how you are sit, which position your body has while your face is buried in the door of my entrails. I don’t even know if your eyes are looking at me, if your hands are over the chair of caressing your body, if you are alone or if somebody else is watching… But I rather not to think about that, I only want to enjoy your foreplay and these new sensations which are filling me up with desire.

I feel lost inside this erotic feeling, as if it was a dream, it’s so vivid I start to caress my nipples, while you keep on drinking from me.

-What happens? –I ask when I feel you stop touching me. Your lips are not any more over my vagina.

-Nothing… I like to se how you do it… I love to see how you caress yourself, how you move your fingers around your nipples to make them hard. –Now I thank you for blindfolding me. I feel so shy I’m glad I can not see your eyes, and my bashfulness makes me stop.

-No, don’t stop, please. Really, I love to see how you do it. No one else, better than you, knows what you like, and what you like to feel. –and again I obey you.

I start to rub them slowly and gently only over the tip, making circles over them, letting only my finger tips to touch them, not other part of my fingers reaches them, just the finger tip, it is a soft touch, without pressure, without pinching them, without squeezing them. At the same time I feel how they are growing and how they are getting harder, something stiff slips inside my vagina… Those are your fingers, two of them are inside and another one is rubbing my clit. Again my waist starts to rock, and your mouth starts a road with kisses from my cunt to my chest. I’m in the edge of ecstasy, but something gets interrupt. Your fingers are not longer inside me, now I feel your arms under my body and with one impulse your lift me in the air.

If I felt insecure in the beginning, now I’m even more, so I hold you from your neck, I don’t see were we are going, I feel so helpless, naked and rocking in the air without anything to hold me firmly but your arms. After a few steps I feel how we are going down and finally the water starts to touch my body... We are in the tub.

Now I feel secure and I try to untie my eyes, but you don’t let me. You just guide me to sit over your legs. My thighs are touching your waist… Until this moment I realize you are naked too. I don’t know when you did it, if you appear behind me since the beginning completely naked, or if you did it while you were playing with my body, I don’t know… But I can also feel your manhood completely stiff and hard between my hands, because you had placed my hands over it, and you ask me to do it.

-But I can not see.

-Let your instinct to guide you, please… Do it under the water.

I have to take a deep breath to go underwater. The tub is not that deep but with you sit in the bottom I have to submerge my head to start caressing your dick with my lips, to rub it with my tongue and to make it disappear little by little inside my mouth. Maybe it is not as pleasant for you as it is in other occasions, because I have to come out continuously to take air, but this new sensation is incomparable for both. The stiffness of your manhood feels so different under the water, the skin is not only more smooth, but more sensitive also, and the pleasure every rub give me, every bite with each lick is superior than any other I ever had when I do the same to you outside the water. I take a deeper breath because I want to last more submerged, submerging your virility inside my mouth and I think is working because I can hear something, kind of far it seams like a moan, like your sounds when I am eating your cock, telling me you are enjoying it as much or more than I do, telling me my underwater and blind work gives you the same pleasure it gives me, the same desire and the same need to explode once for all.

Your hands guide me to get out of the water, you snuggle me and while you kiss me, you make me sit over your lap but this time you go inside me…

-Oh! Please, I want to see you… Let me see you…

-No… Not yet… -and you start to rock inside me slowly, under the water. Your lips spread kisses over all the uncovered parts of my face, and your hands roll up and down over my back and ass, pushing my body against yours, while mines get strengthen to the edge of the tub to impulse myself, to stay straight while you are inside me. Your hands now guide my waist, not only moving it up and down, but also in circles, from side to side and each time faster. I can feel you completely inside me, I can feel how my pelvis doesn’t need its original guide to keep the movement, I can feel your hands over my hair, pulling my head back and finally liberating me from my blindness. I try to open my eyes but still I can not see anything, I have to close them again and open them little by little, because the light is blinding me…

I can feel your spasms and mines, I can feel how we are about to cum… And finally I can see, finding in front of my eyes the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. We keep moving, with the same strength the waves brake on the beach, both of us cum in the arms of the other under the water, holding each other, embraced to each other, shaking, enraptured.

Just as the sun is hiding in the sea, you hide again the most sensible part of your physiognomy in the most wet part of my anatomy.





Deborah Tourne