Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Sauna: Part 2

Breathlessly, we spilled into the room, laughing and giggling, hearts racing.

“I haven’t felt like that since I was a kid trying not to get caught by my parents!” I said.

“Me either” replied Jon, “I need a drink!”

I raised my eyebrows at him, not believing for one minute that he hadn’t learned from experience how to avoid getting caught in compromising situations. He turned to look at me.

“What?” he said innocently.

“You seriously expect me to believe this a new experience for you?” I said, looking him in the eye.

“Well, okay, maybe it wasn’t that long ago…” he said with a sheepish grin. “But I don’t make it a habit, really. Speaking of habits, how about some wine?”

I readily agreed since I was thirsty. He motioned me to sit on the big sofa in the suite as he stood by the little refrigerator, bending down to retrieve a bottle of chilled wine, with the sauna towel still wrapped about his waist. I licked my lips, watching as he bent over, hoping to get a glimpse of something peaking out from beneath the towel.

“Red or white?” he asked, turning towards me.

I was still smiling from my thought, and the look on my face didn’t go unnoticed.

“Naughty girl, I haven’t forgot that you need a spanking, baby.”

“Promises, promises. Red” I replied saucily.

I caught the twinkle in his eye before he turned his attention to the wine, pouring each of us a glass and joining me on the sofa.

As he sat beside me, leaning back and draining his glass, I savored the opportunity to drink in the site of him with each sip I took. Everything had happened so fast, a blur of images and emotions and sensations. It was nice to simply savor the moment. I noticed the well-defined muscles in his arms, longing to touch them and to feel my hands running across the fur on his chest, noting the lighter hair among the darker ones. My dreamy appreciation of his body was suddenly broken.

“So, what were you dreaming about when I first saw you?” he asked, curious.

“Can’t you guess?” I replied, looking at him from above the rim of my wine glass.

“Mmm hmmm, that’s what I thought. You are a naughty little girl, aren’t you? C’mere, I think it’s time I taught you a lesson.”

With that, he took my glass away from me and set it down on the table, and pulled me down across his lap, tearing the towel away, all in one swift movement. Stretched across his lap, with only his towel between us, I could feel his hardened cock poking my abdomen. I was immediately aware of my own juices flowing as I felt his hand gently caressing my bare ass before delivering the first slap. I wriggled slightly, realizing his strength as he held me there. I wasn’t getting away.

“C’mon, is that the best you can do?” I teased.

In response I felt the second and third slaps sting across my ass, now that he knew he had permission. I began to wriggle in earnest, not really trying to get away, but too excited to sit still.

“Mmhhmm, you like that, huh?” he observed in a low voice.

Slap! Crack! I squealed slightly at the sting, feeling my butt warming under his hands and wondering what he was thinking and wishing I could see the look on his face. I imagined he was smirking. I tried to twist around, but he held me there, securely where he wanted me. I heard a low chuckle as I felt a finger suddenly snake between my legs and into my slippery center.

“Ohhhh, God” I groaned as I felt his finger teasing my pussy, exploring my slick folds.

“Not God, baby, just Jon” I heard as if from a distance, followed by a lower chuckle again as his finger found its target.

I struggled between wanting to turn around and not wanting to move as his finger massaged my swollen clit.

“Relax, baby, you aren’t going anywhere.”

With that, I gave myself over to him completely. He continued to stroke me, my clit slipping and sliding between and across his fingers until the first wave of the climax broke over me. And another and another. His hand cupped my pussy as I felt a thumb slip inside. I was moaning like a whore as he continued the stroking, alternating with two and three fingers now slipping deeper inside.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it. Come for me” he urged as another orgasm built to a peak, and subsided, followed by another and another.

“Ohhh, God, ohh Jon” I cried as he drove into me harder, deeper and faster.

Then gradually, the rhythm began to become slower, gentler, and softer as if sensing I could take no more. My twitching continued as my breath came in ragged gasps. I felt him relax his hold on me, as he withdrew his hand from my pussy and he began to tenderly caress my ass. I was too spent to even move, and laid there limply across his lap. He shifted slightly and turned me over to face him as he bent his head to kiss me.

“Have you learned your lesson?” came his voice in my ear.

“Yes, yes” I whispered back as I wrapped my arms around his neck and sought out his lips with my own.

Still entwined in my arms, he scooped me up and stood, the towel falling away from his waist, revealing his throbbing erection. He carried me to the bedroom and I was thankful, as I knew I could not trust my legs to walk. He laid me gently on the bed and stood over me, staring down. I lowered my eyes from his face, to the rigid pole of his cock, and reached out my arms, beckoning to him.


Starr said...

OMG!I have to have Denise read this! Your spanking sex scene was one of the best I've ever read, if not the best! You definitely have a talent for writing a good kinky sex scene hon!
Great chapter!!! :)

Johanne said...

OMG! Am I happy to have found this! Wait til I send the links to my friends.. They'll go bezerks!! Very talented writer! Thanks for sharing!