Steamy Sisters (Steamy Springs)

by Jennifer Kitt

  Richard put her down gently, yet purposefully, on the kitchen table, where she lay with her legs apart, her pussy wet and welcoming, ready to receive him. Sensing her urgency, he climbed on top of her and let her hand guide his penis towards her. The head of his cock brushed against her soft and beautiful vulva, knocking at the door, but not yet entering. He knocked again, and this time her pussy lips yielded to the forward thrust of his cock.

  She moaned as he entered her, and she ran her hands down his torso to his butt, pulling him deeper into her. Needing him to fill her. She wanted him to envelop her. To feel she was surrounded by him, his weight pinning her to the table, unable to escape. To have him possess her.

  Richard began to move rhythmically, at a pace that was pleasurable but not so fast that it would be over too quickly. He wanted this to last for as long as possible. To savour every second. Every moment inside her was bliss. The sweet caress of her pussy was wonderful. Her vulva was beautiful. Luscious labia, like silk veils, concealing the pink palace beyond. The palace in which he could quite happily spend the rest of his life.

  Katherine could feel herself building to a climax, a warm fire glowing within, and an impatience for it to burn brighter and consume her completely. She ran her hands up and down Richard’s back, settling on his shoulders for a moment, before frantically moving back down to his buttocks, pulling him inwards again, dictating the pace, desperate to take his full length.

  Their bodies moved as one. Like beautifully oiled machines, they worked in tandem to bring each other to the point of no return. Muscles relaxed and contracted fluidly, hearts beat in perfect rhythm, their breathing as one. Katherine squeezed her legs tighter around him, heightening the pleasure of each stroke he took in and out of her. She was almost there. She could stand it no longer. Another second or two and she’d come. It was overwhelming. The warmth started to spread from between her legs and engulf her entire body. Her toes curled in pleasure as her muscles tensed. Just one more stoke. That’s all she needed.

  Richard, felt the contraction in her muscles and knew the moment had arrived. He was longing for release himself, and he gave one last powerful thrust into her, filling her with his cock.

  Katherine screamed in ecstasy as she came, and the powerful orgasm washed over her. Every nerve-ending in her body tingling in delight. Her desire satiated. Her body satisfied. Her soul uplifted.

  Richard came as he felt her vagina tighten around his cock. He relaxed and allowed the pleasure to release itself from his body. He exhaled as the fluid coursed rapidly from his balls, up his cock, and flowed into Katherine. He slumped against her, wrapping his arms around her, stroking and kissing her.

  They lay still for a while, holding each other close, letting their heartbeats return to normal. It was Katherine who spoke first. “Well. That was kind of unexpected.”

  “What? My performance?”

  “No,” giggled Katherine. “Just that it happened at all. I thought we were up here to do work this weekend.”

  Richard nodded. “This is better though. Huh?”

  “Much better,” said Katherine, and she snuggled closer to him.

  TJ Squires didn’t know whether to feel turned on, or just angry. He sat in the chair in his room at the rear of the hotel. A microwave burger in one hand, and the other one massaging his cock through his pants. His eyes were glued on the video monitor in front of him. Not quite believing what he was seeing, but getting angrier by the minute. How dare that architect sonofabitch do that to his woman. She might not strictly be his. But he’d had his eyes on the lady boss since the security company had sent him on the job a few weeks ago. And, boy, was he aching for her. Any woman, in fact. Six years in state prison would have that effect on a man.

  He’d been released three weeks ago after serving time for taking part in an armed robbery. He hadn’t actually been carrying a gun, but he’d roughed up the staff at the store pretty badly. It wasn’t his first crime. There had been other robberies. Mostly small time. Bars, shops, a jewellery company. And other, more serious, crimes too. Sexual assaults. Not that he’d ever been caught. If he’d done time for all his crimes and misdemeanours he’d be doing life. No, he’d been lucky over the years. It was only that last job that had gone wrong. If there hadn’t been a couple of cops in the store, stocking up on donuts, they’d have got away with it.

  He was given early release for good behaviour. Who’d have thought it? TJ Squires and good behaviour weren’t exactly words you’d usually hear together in the same sentence. It had been six long years without a woman. And he was ready to make up for that now.

  Upon release, a friend from inside had fixed him up with some false paperwork, and he found himself a job with a security company. So much for their vetting process. They made a big play with clients about how their guards had been fully checked out. Bullshit. A short form to fill in, the briefest of interviews, and the job was his. Pathetically easy.

  What he hadn’t counted on, however, was that he’d be sent to guard some hotel construction high in the Rockies. He thought he’d be around town, close to the bars and the women. Instead, he found himself cooped up most of the time in the back room of an unfinished hotel, with only contractors for company. It wasn’t so different from prison. But then, one day, she’d walked in. He noticed her first on one of his monitors. She was like one of the Playmates from the magazines he’d had in his cell. He’d been dreaming about a woman like her for so long. And the moment he saw her, he vowed he’d have her.

  He hadn’t been too concerned when he heard that the Boss would be meeting the hotel’s architect at the weekend. He thought it would be strictly business, and was even looking forward to it. He didn’t usually get to see her at the weekend, and if she was around the hotel, all the more chance to check out her tits and ass. Maybe, he’d even spot his opportunity to get it on with her - the architect leaving early, her staying behind to do a bit more work, him doing his rounds, a chance to be helpful, a quick chat, some flirtation. And then, she’d be his. How could she resist him? Years of working out in the prison gym had given him a hell of a body. She’d fall for him straightaway. He had it all worked out. Only, he hadn’t counted on her and the architect doing that.

  When the boss and the architect had started making out in the kitchen, he’d felt that familiar anger rise up inside of him. The anger that the correctional facility psychiatrist had correctly pinpointed as the source of all his troubles. The anger he’d been told he had to learn to control. But how could he, when things like this happened? Some jerk of an architect messing with his woman. It wasn’t right. It couldn’t be. He was going to have to teach them both a lesson. No-one fucked with TJ Squires.

  Chapter Three

  Katherine opened the door to the spa area and went in, closely followed by Richard. They placed their clothes on a bench, and she fiddled with a control unit to get the steam room working. “Should be ready in about twenty minutes or so.”

  “Great. I love a steam bath.”

  “Me too. Especially in cold weather,” said Katherine, picking up a bottle of shower wash. “Let’s take a shower first.”

  “Sounds good,” replied Richard.

  They walked into the large, marble tiled shower, turned it on, and shut the smoked glass door behind them. A jet of cold water powered downwards, but very quickly reached a comfortable temperature.

  Katherine blissed herself out under the hot water, splashing it on to her face with both hands, and letting it run through her hair.

  “Are we the first to use the showers?” asked Richard

  “We’re the first couple to use them,” said Katherine. “But I did try one of them out a few days ago. Why? You’re wondering if they’re working properly?”

  “No. It wasn’t that. It looks like the’ve done a great job,” said Richard. “I was thinking we might find some way of christening them.”

  “What did you have in mind?” said Katherine, running her hand over Richard’s chest.

&n
bsp; “I thought that maybe a little bit of lovin’ in the shower might be a good thing. You know, create a kind of positive vibe for the spa.”

  Katherine laughed. “I’ve heard some lines before, from guys who wanted to get inside my panties. But, having sex in order to set a positive vibe for the hotel is definitely a new one. Very original though. I’ll give you that.”

  “It’s true,” protested Richard, “Uh…in the classical world they used to believe that if a couple made love in a particular place, the surroundings would somehow absorb those feelings, and then make the place lucky.”

  “Is that true?”

  “ Yeah, for sure,” said Richard. “Don’t you believe me?”

  “Sounds like it could be true,” said Katherine, “I guess we better test the theory.”

  “Always good to test these things,” replied Richard, nodding his head.

  Katherine squeezed some shower gel on to her palm, worked up a lather with her hands, and started to wash Richard, admiring his physique as she did so. His tan covered almost his entire body, except for a white hoop of skin around his middle where his shorts had been. “You didn’t sunbathe naked, then?”

  “Not quite. They don’t allow that type of thing in Dubai?”

  “They’re kind of strict, huh?” said Katherine. “What would happen if they caught the two of us making out in a hotel spa?”

  “Jail, probably.”

  “I wouldn’t mind being trapped with you in a cell for a few days.”

  “More like a few years. And it would definitely be separate cells.”

  “I guess we’d better enjoy our five American freedoms here and now, then”

  “Five freedoms?”

  “You know. Freedom of speech, freedom of worship…”

  “Don’t you mean the four freedoms?”

  “Uh-uh. Five. Speech, worship, freedom from want, freedom from fear…”

  “And?”

  “And. Freedom to make love with whoever you want, wherever you want, whenever you both want it.”

  “I must admit, it’s a new one on me.”

  “I guess you’d better get to know it, then. By getting in plenty of practice.”

  “Practice makes perfect.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Exactly,” repeated Richard, and pulled Katherine towards him, loving the feel of her wet body against his. He took some of the gel and started to massage her breasts. They were full and perky, and he enjoyed gently bouncing them up and down, cupping them in his palms. He lowered his head and took her right nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, thrilled at the way it grew harder in his mouth. He became aware of Katherine’s hand on his shoulder, pushing him downwards, indicating she’d like his mouth to get to work lower down her. Understanding her request, he slid his hands along her curves until they rested on her hips, and lowered himself on to his knees, finding himself face to face with her neat little strip of hair. He buried his face in her, his hands on her butt, pulling her towards him.

  Katherine placed one hand on the marble wall of the shower, and adjusted her stance, opening her legs wider. An invite for Richard to explore her more deeply.

  Richard manoeuvred his head between her legs, the warm shower washing over them both, relaxing their bodies, bringing suppleness to their limbs. He flicked his tongue upwards and along the delicate opening of her vulva. Her labia now engorged and moist with the natural juices that were springing forth from inside her. His fingers massaged her outer lips, and prised them further apart. His tongue continued to explore her, enjoying the taste and aroma of her, and the feel of the juicy flesh which he now held firmly in his mouth, pulling and kissing gently, patiently opening her up. Her labia now apart, he pushed his tongue upwards and into the candy pinkness of her vagina.

  Katherine moaned and began to move her hips rhythmically, sliding her vulva across Richard’s mouth, eager to have his tongue taste her and penetrate deeper. The hood of her clitoris had now receded, and her pleasure button glistened moist, proud, and now desperate, itself, to feel the touch of his mouth.

  Richard explored the inside of her treasure chest, but remained aware of the pearl that lay just outside, amongst the divine and beautiful folds of her vulva. It, too, needed to be shined and polished and loved with the same care and attention to detail that his tongue had shown her other jewels. It was just that he was enjoying her succulence so much that he wanted to drink his fill before leaving. She could wait a moment more. The longing would double the pleasure when the gift was finally received, and the anticipation was sweet for the both of them.

  Katherine’s movements were becoming more erratic. Her smooth undulating rhythm was now interspersed with more intense shudders as Richard’s tongue moved in and out of her pussy, and along the length of her vulva. Several times, it had brushed fleetingly over her clitoris, teasing her, seducing her with the promise of transcendence, before withdrawing. As if to whisper to her, if you’re a good girl, you too can experience nirvana. And she was a good girl, wasn’t she? Didn’t she deserve it? If not, what else did she have to do? But it wasn’t up to her. It was Richard’s move. And if he was the man she thought he was. A good man. Unselfish. Then, they would glide into paradise together.

  As if sensing Katherine’s thoughts and needs, Richard withdrew his tongue from her honeypot, but instead of making for her clit, he rose up from the tiled floor and in a singular fluid motion grabbed the shower head with one hand, and gently steered Katherine downwards and on to all fours with the other.

  Katherine’s mind was in a frenzy. What was he doing? She certainly hadn’t seen this coming. Her heart raced in an adrenaline rush. Her clitoris crying out for release.

  Richard adjusted the shower head to its vibrate function and placed it between her legs, firing straight at her clit. His aim was spot-on. A sharp shooter of the shower world. He hit Katherine right on the bullseye. Only it wasn’t him who’d get a prize, it was Katherine. The rhythmic pulsing of the shower sent wave after wave of pleasure through her clit and she quickly reached the moment of launch. Any second now and she’s be through the stratosphere. She mentally counted down, and got from ten to four in just two seconds.

  Richard had his free arm around her stomach and he could feel the contractions of her muscles. She was close. Real close. He continued the countdown she had started. “THREE…”

  The sensations were now almost unbearable.

  “TWO…”

  Katherine let out involuntary squeals of delight. It was becoming too much.

  “ONE…”

  Her entire body convulsed in ecstasy. Her mind exploded blissfully, and she tugged at Richard, pulling him on to the shower floor, where she threw herself against him, demanding their flesh be together, insistent that he hold her close.

  Richard started laughing. “I guess that was LIFT OFF, huh?”

  Katherine mumbled a yes.

  Richard kissed her head and pulled the shower closer, letting the warm water flow over their bodies, gently soothing them both.

  It was a few minutes before Katherine said anything. “So you are a good man after all, Mr Ford”

  “Not completely good,” replied Richard. “I’ve got a little confession to make.”

  Katherine raised her head and looked at him.

  “That thing I said about the Greeks and Romans believing that making love somewhere would bring good luck. Well, it wasn’t strictly true.”

  “You mean you made it up?”

  “Something like that.”

  “It was a lie?”

  “Just a little one.”

  Katherine laughed. “How can I ever forgive you?”

  “Well. You can look at it this way,” said Richard. “Lies are quite creative, really. They require imagination…”

  “And..?”

  “And. If I wasn’t such a creative soul, I wouldn’t have thought of using that shower head on you. And right now, who knows, you might still be on the launchpad at Planet Frustra
tion.”

  “You have a point.”

  “Not that I needed the shower head, of course. I’ve got a highly skilled tongue.”

  “I noticed.”

  “Maybe, I’ll show you again later. Show you what magic it can perform.”

  “Promises. Promises,” said Katherine.

  TJ Squires was madder then hell. He’d been in the spa room for the last ten minutes, his eyes never leaving the glass door to the shower. Beyond it he could see the shadow play that Katherine and the architect were putting on for him. If they thought he would enjoy it, then yes, they were half right. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but get hard at the thought of Katherine’s soapy flesh, all glistening skin, and ripe breasts and butt. But they were also wrong. Dead wrong. They were mocking him. People had mocked him before. And they’d paid the price.

  He rooted around amongst their clothes on the bench, and pulled out Katherine’s panties, placing them quickly in the pocket of his uniform. He’d enjoy those later.

  He looked around, unsure of what to do next. He could just rush into the shower and confront them. The architect would be so shocked, he’d have no chance. A few slaps around the face, a knee to the groin, and then slam his head into the marble wall. It might not kill him, but it would incapacitate him for the foreseeable future. He could always tie him up and leave him outside in the snow. He wouldn’t be found for months.

  TJ Squires cursed the fact that he didn’t have a gun. He’d been hired for the less responsible job of guard, not security officer. The hotel had insisted on that. It was so out of the way, and unfinished, that they didn’t feel they needed an armed guard. If anything had happened, a robbery, a shooting, or, God forbid, a death, it would have got the hotel off to a bad start, creating not just bad karma, but one hell of a lot of negative publicity. No-one wanted to stay at a hotel with blood on the carpet.