by Frankie Love
It had been so long, and never like this. I felt wanted—desired—and a smile crossed my mouth, realizing I didn’t even know this guy’s name. I didn’t need to. In this moment, all I needed was his tongue running along the folds of my pussy, lapping up the juice that flowed out.
His tongue found my clit, and instead of brushing past it like most inexperienced guys I’d been with, he let his lips engulf me. Pressing deeper into my wet pussy, he sucked hard on my round, pulsing bulb, causing me to grab his hair with my hands and run my fingers through it.
Holding on as he sucked me hard, I let out soft moans, my skin prickling as the steam died down around us—but I needed more relief than that.
“It’s so hot,” I moaned, not wanting to complain, because honestly I’d rather have died than have him stop what he was doing.
He leaned back slightly, and pointed to the basin of water beside me. “Pour some over your tits, that will cool you down.”
Nodding wordlessly, I used the ladle to gather water, then arched my back and poured the cool liquid over my neck, my chest, letting it drip down my already wet thighs.
“More,” he demanded, and I did as I was told. I poured water across his slick chest, and then, not able to resist pressing my hands against his chiseled abs, I rubbed my hands greedily across his ripped muscles.
“Now, lean back,” he commanded. “I’m not through with you.”
I listened, breathing deeply, pressing my fingers back down to my heat, leading him where I wanted him to go.
“That’s better,” he said, and then he grabbed my tits with both hands. He didn’t press his mouth on my nipples, like I expected. Instead, he just used his fingers to rub them in circles. I continued to press my fingers against my pussy, suddenly wanting to come like I knew I could.
There had been one time, with my trusty vibe, that I had squirted my pussy juice across the duvet of my queen bed. That had happened after Kyle had spoken to me at work, complimenting me on my shoes of all things. I’d gone straight home that night and burrowed under my covers, with my favorite erotica loaded on my Kindle. I’d climaxed in a way I never had before, thinking only of him.
But I knew this would be better. I wanted it to be better. I wanted this guy’s strong hands deep inside, pressing my g-spot until I came all over him. Asking for what I wanted, I took his right hand and guided it between my legs.
“Deep,” I said, panting now. “Deep and hard.”
He pressed his other arm across my chest, holding me in place, and began stretching the folds of my pussy. One finger became two, as if he knew exactly what I needed.
“I didn’t think you’d like it rough,” he said.
“Not rough,” I said, breathlessly, “just deep.”
I moaned as he flicked his fingers inside my walls, causing a tremble to roll through me.
“Harder,” I said, desperate now.
He pressed a third finger in my dripping gap, and my torso bolted upwards. My thighs clenched, as if I were scared to keep going.
“It’s what you asked for,” he told me, holding me back, just like I needed. I didn’t want him to stop, but I was scared, suddenly, of what would happen once I let loose like I really wanted. Sex like this would ruin me for ordinary fucks the rest of my life.
He went harder and faster now, but not in a way that hurt; this was all pleasure, all the way. His fingers inched into me, finding the spot that would give me release.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed. “Oh, fuck, yeah.” I gripped the edge of the bench and watched as my come gushed over his arm, onto his chest. I didn’t care what happened next, if someone walked in or not. All I wanted was for it to happen again, and it did.
“Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good,” he said, his voice gravelly, his breath fast. He liked this too. “Your pussy is so happy right now.”
“More,” I gasped, and he listened. He added a fourth finger, and now my lips were stretched wide enough for his cock.
If he would give it, I would be ready. He pounded me hard with his fingers, and once again I let my come flow, splashing him in the face, on his mouth, and I watched as he licked his lips and moaned, as I climaxed in a way I never had before.
Just then, the door gave a loud creak, and began to open.
“Fuck,” he said, grabbing the towel off the bench beside him, wiping the come off his chest. He stood with the towel shielding his giant cock from the view of the person walking in. I could only imagine how hard and stiff it was, and I wished he’d let me touch it.
With ragged breaths, I closed my legs and regained composure, but barely. I watched him jet out of the sauna without a single look back. His muscular shoulders flexed as he opened the door and ducked away. I squeezed my thighs, not looking up at whoever had just entered. I had been undone—and I needed more.
A woman sat down opposite me and I turned away, my orgasm still shuddering through me. I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to stand, needed to follow him out. I took a tentative step forward, shaking as I moved. He had satisfied me in a way I’d never known.
I walked out of the sauna, grabbing my suit and wrapping the skimpy towel around me, scanning the dressing room for his hard chest. The cool air was such a contrast to the heat I’d just experienced. Catching my breath, I tried to find my mystery guy.
But the room was empty. No one was there. I pulled on my boots and bathrobe and walked out toward the soaking tubs, but I still couldn’t find him.
Sighing in frustration, I contemplated my next move. In all reality, I had just gotten what I needed. My legs still shook, and I didn’t even know this guy’s name. Besides, I wasn’t going to traipse around the resort looking for him like a desperate freak.
I quickly had to come to terms with the fact that this had been a one-off, a solitary orgasm that I would never forget.
Chapter Four
Using the flashlight to make sure I didn’t trip, I entered the now-quiet cabin. I hadn’t been gone for even an hour, but the long day of travel must have caught up with my friends.
Well, the travel and the merlot. Callie and Willow were both on their beds, in cozy clothes, and out cold.
I rifled through my bag quietly, looking for pajamas. Once my sweats and tank top were in hand, I went to the small kitchenette and grabbed a bottle of icy-cold chardonnay from the fridge. After pouring myself a glass, I corked the bottle and headed to the bathroom. More than anything else, I needed a cooling bath.
Opening my toiletries bag, which was already on the counter, I took out a bottle of calming lavender essential oil. I ran a bath, adding a few drops of oil to the rising water as I took several large gulps of wine. Slipping off my robe, I stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. I tried to see my body as the guy who’d just gone down on me would see it. He’d seemed ravenous, as needy as I was, and I tried to see what had made me so desirable to him.
For the first time in my life, it felt obvious. It wasn’t about my breasts or my waistline. It was about one thing: I knew what I wanted and asked for it.
He responded to my call in ways I’d never imagined. Was that what I’d missed all those years, hiding behind the fear of rejection? Maybe I could have been experiencing sex like that all along, if only I had been willing to say what I wanted.
Stepping into the now-full tub, I sank down in the warm water. I leaned my head back, with my eyes closed, savoring what had just happened to me. So much of it had been deliciously hot, but as I recalled the time in sauna, there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind no matter how hard I tried:
His cock. His thick, hard cock.
I never got to feel it, suck it, claim it as mine for as long as he pressed into my pussy. He’d left before I got a chance to return the favor by running my lips against his shaft and licking his balls, pressing his dick between my tits as he came. He’d left too soon.
Frustrated, I had to stand up and turn the shower on cold. My pussy was worn out, and I couldn’t put my fingers inside to release the rising
ache. Letting the spray of cool water cover me, I tried to get the image out of my mind. It was difficult, and I knew falling asleep would be miserable.
After drying off, I had a few more swallows of the chardonnay and got dressed for bed knowing I was going to keep that encounter to myself in the morning.
It was my secret.
The next day, Willow, Callie, and I went to the café on the property for warm coffee and French toast. It filled me up, but not like I wanted. I could hardly look at my girlfriends, scared they would see in my eyes that something had changed. I figured my sexual awakening was written all over my face.
I had woken a little annoyed, too—why had he ditched me? My self-confidence had begun to wane as I considered the possibilities. Maybe he’d lost interest in me after our time in the sauna.
“Why are you so quiet?” Callie asked, as she took a sip of the dark roast.
“Yeah, you didn’t even tell us about the soaking tubs. Are they worth checking out tonight?” Willow asked.
“Uh, yeah, they were really nice.”
“So you went in a tub?” Callie pressed.
“Oh, uh, no. I went in the sauna, actually.”
“Was it very crowded?” Willow asked, pouring syrup on her French toast. “I hate it when there are a ton of people breathing down my back when I’m trying to relax.”
“Not too busy,” I said, not wanting to say anything more. I didn’t trust myself. And how could I explain what I had done? They probably wouldn’t even believe it.
“So it wasn’t too busy, no one was on top of one another?” Callie asked.
I choked on my coffee. Trying to recover from their confused looks, I sputtered out, “Not on top exactly,” I said. More like, on bottom.
“Okay, well let’s go tonight then. It will feel good after my hike,” Willow said.
“Oh, you have a hike today?” I asked.
“Yep, but there are only three of us signed up so far. Do you want to come?”
“No, that’s not really my thing.”
“Well, I know what you should do today,” Willow went on. “You should find a cute guy and make out. You need a little fun.”
“Make out, huh?”
“Well, it’s not like you’d do much else with a stranger,” Callie said, laughing as she took a bite of the egg-dipped challah bread.
Rolling my eyes, I was reminded of how my friends saw me.
Just then the group of guys, my garden guy included, walked into the cafe. Not wanting to catch his eye—honestly, a little embarrassed after he’d ditched me so fast last night—I looked down and added a packet of sugar to my coffee, stirring aggressively.
“Watch what you’re doing,” Callie whined, as my coffee splashed on her sweater sleeve.
“Sorry,” I said quietly, not daring to look up.
“It’s the guys from the lobby,” Willow said discreetly. “Which one do you like? I honestly would do any of them.”
“When’s the last time you had sex?” Callie asked directly. “Blaine and I fought every night the last few months until we broke up, so it’s been a while.”
“It’s been a dry spell for me, too,” Willow admitted.
“No way,” I said. “You’re the one who always has a good story.”
“I’m not lying,” Willow said. “It’s been at least six weeks. The guys in the city are so boring and redundant. I want someone who will mix things up, do something crazy. Or at least be inventive.”
Callie and I laughed at this, but I was guessing it was for different reasons. If Willow wanted exciting, she should hook up with my garden guy. Not that I wanted her to.
“Well, I think the one with the short blond hair is cute,” Callie admitted. “He’s rugged and athletic—the opposite of Blaine, who wears grungy band tee shirts everyday. Not that I’m interested in guys this weekend,” she clarified once more.
“I know, but we can dream, right?” Willow said, looking in the guys’ direction as they sat down. “The one with the dark hair is totally checking you out, Court.”
I eked out an “Oh, yeah?” but still didn’t dare look up. If only she knew what he had already checked out.
“Well, he’s all yours. I’d do either of the other guys,” she said, laughing. “Man, when did we all get so horny?”
“I have a massage in a few hours, so what are you gonna do all alone, Courtney?” Callie asked.
“Umm, I don’t know,” I admitted. “Maybe take a nap?” I imagined a quiet cabin and the vibe I packed. My sexual awakening seemed to have dimmed in the light of day, and I couldn’t even make eye contact with my guy. Maybe I wasn’t as adventurous as I’d imagined.
If my pussy was going to get any more action, it would likely have to be whatever I provided.
Chapter Five
The afternoon was long, and I didn’t really want to leave the cabin and come face to face with the guy who I now realized had bailed on me. If he’d wanted me to touch him, he would have stayed around and let me.
I waffled between horny and humiliated all day. When Callie came back from her massage she was more cheery than I could remember ever seeing her, and her attitude from the day before had vanished.
Apparently letting someone rub her down bode well for her soul.
“I’m actually getting another massage tonight, like around eight.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised, as I took a wedge of Brie from the fridge. After adding some fig jam, some crackers, and a few bunches of grapes to the platter, I poured both of us glasses of wine.
Callie just sat with a dazed look on her face, watching me move around the kitchen.
“It was the best massage of my life,” she sighed. “And since we’re leaving early tomorrow, I figured why the hell not?”
“Right, why not?” I said under my breath, regretting that I hadn’t stepped out of the cabin earlier, to at least see if my guy was lingering around looking for me.
Willow walked through the door, flushed from all the fresh air on her wilderness hike. Her smile was wide, and she walked straight to the food, plucking a grape.
“I’m famished!” she said, popping it in her mouth. “My body is sore from head to toe.” She sat on the bed to unlace her hiking boots.
“After we eat, do you want to head to the soaking tubs?” I asked, feeling restless all of a sudden. My friends seemed to have mellowed after their days out. I should have splurged and gone kayaking or something. “It would probably feel really good after the hike.”
“Actually, I’m going on a night hike. I promised the group I was with today I’d join them; it’s a full moon tonight.” Willow poured herself a glass of wine and stripped out of her layers of hiking clothes. As she slipped off her coat, a thong fell out of the pocket.
“Umm, forget something?” I asked, hating how reprimanding my voice sounded as I held up the pink thong, which I knew for a fact was hers. We’d done laundry together enough to know every item of clothing the other person owned.
“Oops,” she said, not offering any more information.
Callie crawled under her covers in a blissed out, post-massage state. She’d closed her eyes, seeming unaware of the exchange between Willow and I.
“They must have, um, gotten misplaced,” Willow said, repressing a smile.
“Right,” I said, knowing she wasn’t telling me the entire story.
“I’m gonna clean up. It might be a while; I’m in the mood for a bath. You don’t mind, do you?”
“No,” I answered, annoyed. “Actually, I’m gonna head to the tubs right now.” I forced a smile onto my face, not wanting to stick around while the two of them geared up for the night. I had been waiting around all day—for what, I didn’t know, but I was going to find out.
My friends had taken control of their days and I needed to get my shit together, take control, and get what I wanted ... like I had last night.
I was gonna get the cock I should have taken hours ago.
Chapter Six
/> It was dinnertime and still light out, so I didn’t grab a flashlight as I walked out of the cabin, wrapped in my robe. Passing the empty serenity garden, I felt a mix of relief and annoyance. If he had been standing here, I didn’t really know what I would say or do, but I liked to imagine myself doing something besides walking away.
I liked to imagine taking hold of what I wanted.
The soaking tubs were mostly empty. A couple of girlfriends chatted in one, and a man and woman sat in another, but they weren’t doing anything that would make me blush.
Their clothing was off, and my ears rang with Callie’s unexpected words: Why the hell not? Smirking, knowing I was the only one holding myself back, I decided I had nothing to lose.
I hung the robe on a hook and then discreetly removed my one-piece suit. My bikini, now tied to too many memories, was stuffed at the bottom of my suitcase.
I walked to the outdoor shower, which was enclosed by cedar paneling, and turned the water on before I stepped in. I let my brown hair down from the tie that held it back, and warm water washed over me, rinsing me off. When I turned the faucet off, goose bumps immediately pricked over my skin as the cool evening air swept over me.
I stepped out of the shower. While I was still hidden by the cedar walls, my eyes took in the scene in front of me. Three of the guys from before were now in the tub. Where had they come from?
They must have come from the dressing room. The guy from the sauna was there, flanked by his friends. His head leaned back against the edge of the tub, and I wanted to straddle him and rub my hands through his wet hair—even if he had ditched me post-hookup.
Another woman came up to use the shower, and I was forced to step aside. Not wanting to stand there in the cold looking stupid, I walked towards the soaking tubs. I didn’t know what to do. I could sit with the other couple, who were now much cozier than they had been a few minutes before, or sit with the girls who were laughing together at inside jokes I didn’t have energy to learn.
