I tilted my head to look him in the eyes, silently thanking puberty that he finally grew taller than me and smiled. “That would be nice.” I was genuine. I’d had guys say ‘no pressure’ to me before and then they had whipped their dick out the second the door was closed but with Ben, I knew, without a shadow of doubt, that he meant it. I was certain that if I had wanted separate rooms, he wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t. If I was totally honest with myself, I was actually hoping that we would have sex this weekend, he was just so beautiful, I couldn’t help it.
I knew without uncertainty that he cared deeply for me and respected me totally, and it was mutual. If he wanted to wait longer, I was okay with that, but if he was happy to go for it, then I was more than okay with that too. He was, and still is, the sexiest man on the planet as far as I’m concerned.
“I cannot believe you didn’t pick me up,” I said, playing at unimpressed as Ben opened his front door and invited me in.
“Pip, I couldn’t let your dad see me picking you up with an overnight bag, he’d kill me.” Ben looked genuinely worried, and I laughed out loud. He shushed me and leant in to kiss me, smiling as his lips met mine. “You ready?” he asked against my mouth, and I nodded.
“Born ready, baby.”
We drove to Manchester, singing out loud to the radio and then laughing at my terrible singing. My complete inability to sing in tune is something that I’m oddly proud of, embrace the faults you can’t change I say, screw it, embrace them all.
When we pulled into the car park of the hotel that Ben had booked, I was a little surprised. I hadn’t really considered what it would be like, assuming it would just be a run of the mill, one-night stopover in the city budget hotel, which would have been absolutely fine. But it was really nice. The huge open lobby felt very plush as we walked through, with my stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor and the sound echoing due to the high ceiling. We were greeted at the reception desk by a smiling girl wearing an immaculately fixed purple headscarf.
“Hello, how can I help?” she asked brightly.
“Hi, I’ve got a room booked under the name Benjamin Long,” Ben said confidently, a strange business-like tone to his always pleasant-sounding voice as he checked us in. I felt a little like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, standing next to him, redundant.
“Here are your keys, Mr Long, You’re on the fourth floor, the lifts are just round the corner to the left.”
Shazia, as I had read on her name badge, pointed us in the direction of the lifts with a bright smile and Ben leant down to pick up our bags, before walking towards the lift.
We made our way up to the fourth floor and walked along the corridor, my heels sinking into the soft carpet and making me eager to kick off my boots. It was still only early afternoon, and I wasn’t sure what Ben had planned, but I would quite happily have just ravished him all afternoon. I watched his tight little backside as he walked a little ahead of me and was more certain than ever that if he was ready then I bloody well was.
“Whoa.” My eyes widened as Ben opened the door to the suite he booked us… yep, I said suite. “This is gorgeous, Ben, bloody hell.” I couldn’t see the bed the room was that big, okay, exaggeration, but it was a long way away. There was a sofa and coffee table in front of a massive flat screen which hung above a colour changing plasma fireplace. A full-size fridge and kitchen area was off to the right as we walked into the room, with the bathroom to the left. A huge bed was dressed with incredibly soft cotton sheets, a faux fur throw and cushions and when I sat on it, even with my stupidly long legs, my feet hung about half a foot off the floor.
There was a rainfall, ceiling shower in the bathroom, opposite the large Jacuzzi bath, and the whole bathroom had remote controlled mood lighting. The suite must have cost an absolute fortune.
“Ben, this is amazing,” I said, wide-eyed as I smiled at a confused Ben, clearly trying to figure out how to work the TV. “Ahem,” I cleared my throat dramatically, making him turn and look at me. “Thank you for this.”
Ben walked towards me, and my heart beat a little faster; there’s always a fire in his eyes when he looks at me, and it still to this day burns me up. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me against his body.
“It’s worth every penny, to have you to myself.” He grinned, cheekily, before kissing the tip of my nose and backing away, “Now, I made plans for this afternoon, I hope you don’t mind?” He turned to his bag on the bed and started rifling through the pocket. “I got you this.” He held up a black and purple, polka-dot bikini, and I frowned, confused. “It’s a spa hotel, Pip. I booked us in for the afternoon, massages, steam room, swimming pool; whatever you fancy really.” He shrugged his shoulders, nervously awaiting my response.
“Seriously?” I screeched, excitedly. “Ben, you have no idea how much I love spa days, like, I can’t even tell you.” I rambled, pouncing towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck, placing kisses all over his face in thanks as he laughed and stepped backwards to escape.
“You have told me, Philippa, numerous times.” He nodded and side-eyed me as he pulled a pair of swimming trunks from the pocket on his bag. I tilted my head, contemplating two things. One, I must have only told him about my love of spas in random passing moments during our younger years, and yet, he had remembered. And two, I was going to see him pretty much naked soon, I couldn’t wait.
We made our way down to the spa, armed only with our swimwear. I tied my hair up into a loose bun on top of my head and Ben let out a low appreciate growl when I asked if it looked okay. The noise, and the look in his eyes, as well as the curve of his mouth and the way his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip actually made me moist.
Dear Vinnie, I’d like it to be noted at this point that I’m using this word to piss Rosie off, she hates the word moist… what else should I use, wet, soggy, juicy? None of them are any better, right? Whichever way you want to say it, my fanny was dripping and desperate for him!
Anyhoo…
When Ben checked us into the spa were we given locker keys and directed to the changing rooms. I wanted to follow him into the men’s changing room and watch him strip off, but I was a good girl and went to the ladies’ changing room instead. I found my locker and opened it to find a fluffy white dressing gown, a towel and some sexy spa slippers. I changed into my bikini and smiled at myself in the mirror, he did a good job. It fit perfectly and looked great.
I wrapped the robe around myself, tying it at the waist before sliding my feet into the towelling mules and making my way out towards the pool area.
Ben met me at poolside, He was wearing his robe too but was sitting on one of the loungers, his legs open, reading a treatment menu. He looked up as I approached and smiled wide.
“I could get used to this, turning my phone off is so liberating.” I bit my lip and sheepishly pulled my phone from my pocket. “Ah ah, Carvalho, go and put that in your locker right now. This is about me and you, and total relaxation.” He looked stern, and I liked it. I pouted playfully before making my way back to the changing rooms and putting my now-switched-off phone, in my locker.
When I walked back out to the pool, I stopped in my tracks and gulped. Ben was taking off his robe, and I shit you not, everything went into slow motion. It was like one of those scenes in films where girls are washing cars in bikinis, and it’s all sexy body close ups and lip biting; okay, it probably wasn’t like that, but fuck me, I was throbbing.
His body was to die for. I’ll never forget that first glimpse of what lies under those tight fitting shirts he likes to wear, not as long as I live. I mean, even now he makes my mouth water when he undresses, but that first time nearly gave me a heart attack.
Now let me just clarify, in case I haven’t made this clear before now… I’ve been with a lot of hot men in the past; and I mean, really hot, but Ben, jeez! I don’t know if it was the strength of my feelings for him or just his pure hotness, b
ut he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
I watched as the robe slid over the curve of his ripped shoulders, revealing his tattoo. The way it had fallen open in the middle revealed his toned washboard abs and delicious pecs. As he took the robe off and laid it on the lounger, he looked up and saw me watching him; the look on his face was priceless, and I was momentarily devastated that I didn’t have my bloody phone to capture a photo of it. His eyes sparkled mischievously, as he curved his mouth into a sort of side grin and raised his eyebrows knowingly. He knew he’d got me; I needed some power back. I stood up straight, let down my hair, dramatically shaking it out from side to side before undoing my robe, letting it drop to the floor, stepping out of the mules and descending the steps into the pool. I turned to face Ben and backed away, sticking my tongue out as he let out a laugh of surrender and nodded in defeat.
After picking up my robe and slippers and putting them on my lounger, Ben dived into the pool and swam up to me.
“You look fucking sensational,” he said in a low, gravelly voice as he grabbed my hips and pulled me against his hard wet body. “This was a genius idea of mine.” He smiled that smile again, the one that makes me squirm and clench my thighs together.
I threw my head back, exposing my neck to him and thanking God, as he started to kiss me there, that we were the only people in the pool area. I moaned quietly, before bringing my head down so that my lips met his. As we kissed, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and whimpered as I felt him hard against me; shit, I was so ready for him.
“Pippa Carvalho.” A voice called out behind me, and I snapped my head around, furious at the interruption. I gathered myself as I saw the smiling therapist. “Are you ready for your massage?” she asked, clearly amused.
‘I’m ready to shag this sexy piece of ass right here if you’d kindly fuck off’ is what I wanted to say. Instead, I swallowed hard, smiled, nodded and released Ben from my death grip before making my way over to the edge of the pool. As I ascended the steps, I turned and looked at Ben. “You staying in there?” I questioned, noticing him still standing in the middle of the pool.
“For a couple of minutes, yep,” he said glancing down and I smiled, winking, before picking up my robe and heading towards the treatment rooms.
My massage was amazing; despite being devastated to have left Ben and his massive erection floating alone in the middle of the pool, I did love every second of it. I never really get all that tense, my ‘water off a duck’s back’ way of looking at pretty much everything in life left little room for stress. But the massages were a gorgeous hour of total relaxation regardless of my lack of knotted muscles.
When I arrived back at the pool, Ben wasn’t there, and I assumed he had gone for a treatment so decided to go into the steam room. Normally when I steam, Rosie is with me to gossip and plan, but all I could do, alone in the eucalyptus-scented cloud of steam, was think. As the lights changed colours every thirty seconds or so, I lay down on the smooth, blue, mosaic tiles and listened to the rhythmic drip of water onto the floor, jumping when a droplet landed on my belly.
As I really thought about it, I couldn’t believe I was there. This, really, was only about our fourth date. It’s had been almost four weeks since the first, but I’d been out of the country for some of that time. I was actually in a hotel, sharing a suite with Benjamin Long.
A new level of calm descended over me as I thought about Ben, the way he treated me and talked to me, the way he looked at me. It was all so new then, and yet so familiar. I knew then that I could fall hard for him; I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t already.
The door to the steam room opened, and an older man walked in, I sat up, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he sat down opposite me. I heard him sigh as he adjusted to the heat. I could sort of see him through the steam, but not clearly. It’s a weird thing, sharing a steam room with a stranger. He sighed again, and as the steam swirled in the room, we made eye contact… awkward. I smiled, politely.
“Your boyfriend gone for a massage has he?” The man asked. As if the eye contact wasn’t weird enough.
“I think so; he was gone before I came back from mine,” I reply, and he started chuckling,
“Gone to get his happy ending after you left him stranded I suspect.” Erm, what? I honestly didn’t know what to say, but this dirty old perv had obviously been hiding out somewhere watching us, and clearly thought that was an appropriate steam room conversation. “I can give you yours if you like?” Oh, so it actually could get worse?
“Excuse me?” I questioned.
“Well, you two were clearly frustrated… got me all hot and bothered.” Was this actually happening?
“Well, that’s really inappropriate. I don’t know you, and don’t really find that very funny to be honest.” I said, trying to contain my temper.
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be funny, beautiful. You’re very sexy, I saw you strip off, you obviously like to play, so why not?” Oh. My. God!
“You dirty old fucker,” I said, seriously as I stood up. “I’m here with him, and he will get his happy ending, but from me. You are disgusting and need to assess your life if you think this is okay.” I reached for the handle of the door and felt his hand on my other wrist.
“I only want to finger you, darling, he won’t mind.” I threw up in my mouth a little, before yanking my hand away from his grip and leaving the steam room, heading straight for the reception, and security.
When Ben returned and saw me talking to the spa manager in my dressing gown, I could see the worry on his face. When I told him what had happened, he was livid. He wanted to kill the pervert, but was appeased that the police had been called to question him and that he was barred from the premises going forward.
He blamed himself for leaving me alone, but I assured him that I was fine, I’m a big girl and dirty old shits like that don’t concern me. We went up to the room, and he was quiet. He asked me what I’d like to do for the rest of the afternoon, and I said honestly, that I wanted to take a bubble bath. The bathroom in the suite was incredible, and I stunk of chlorine.
He pulled me close, kissed me on the forehead and told me to relax while he ran it for me. I put my phone on the dock in the room and put some music on; I smiled when I heard Ben start to sing along softly and decided to keep my dulcet tones to myself for now.
“Pip, it’s ready, you might want to adjust the temperature a bit as I wasn’t sure.” I turned and saw Ben leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his shirt sleeves rolled up after, I assume, swirling the bubble bath around in the warm water. I bit my lip, grinning. He was so yummy at that moment, proper husband material.
“Thank you,” I said sincerely, as I started to walk towards the bathroom. I walked inside and smiled, genuinely, Ben blew me a kiss and closed the door.
Alone in the bathroom, I started to undress; removing my t-shirt and harem pants before standing still in my underwear and looking at myself in the mirror. ‘I want him,’ I admitted to myself, ‘why wait?’
“Ben,” I called out, almost nervously and waited for the door to open. When it did, concern quickly dropped from his expression as he took in my near nakedness. Underwear is different to a bikini; I don’t know why but it is. “Are you coming in?” I asked, tilting my head towards the bath and reaching for the clasp on the back of my bra.
“In there, with you, naked?” Ben questioned as he stepped forward into the bathroom. I smiled, exhaling on a single laugh.
“That’s the idea,” I answered as I unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor. Ben looked at me open mouthed, closing one eye as though not sure if he was allowed to look. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers as Ben inhaled, and then I pushed them down my thighs, letting them drop from my knees to the floor and stepping out of them.
Ben looked away briefly and then back to me, taking all of me in with his eyes as he rubbed a hand across his shaved head. Amused, turned on and feeling like a fucking boss, I turned
my back and heard him groan in appreciation of my arse. Then I stepped into the satisfyingly hot water and sank down, turning and readying myself to watch him undress.
“Your turn,” I prompted and Ben rewarded me with a confident grin, before dramatically pulling apart his shirt. The popper studs making it extra easy but just as sexy as he revealed his body to me again.
He dropped his shirt to the floor, and his hands came to the waistband of his jeans, He undid the three buttons before he paused. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, and I nodded wildly, grinning like a kid who’s just been asked if she wanted ice cream. “Well alright then,” he shrugged playfully before pushing his trousers and boxers down in one.
HOLY SHIT!
That, right there, was one fine looking penis… I would normally say cock or dick, sometimes schlong or love stick, I’ve even been known to throw a ‘cheb’ in here or there, but that, hanging deliciously on Ben’s thighs, deserved the respect of me using its Sunday name… it also deserved the respect of having my tits wrapped around it but give it time.
I clasped my hands together in front of my face, willing myself to stay put and not dive on him as I bit down on my thumb. “Get in here,” I said, low and meaningful. I couldn’t take my eyes off my afternoon snack as it sank below the bubbles, then I devoured the sight of Ben’s body before my eyes finally reached his. “You’re beautiful you know, Mr Long, really fucking beautiful.”
My grin was returned by Ben before he opened his arms and legs and called me to him, telling me to turn around and rest my back against his chest.
I could feel his dick against my arse as sank into him. Ben pulled my hair around to one side before kissing me just below my earlobe. I sighed and tilted my head away from him; giving him better access to the neck he seemed to love kissing.
I whimpered as he kissed me, before reaching over and picking up the bottle of shower gel and squeezing some into his palm. He kissed my temple and ear, making me close my eyes and lean my head back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his hands together.
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