I walked into the spa area of the Astoria Holiday Inn, hoping to find it vacant as it often is. No such luck tonight. A trio of splashing, shouting kids in the pool met my eyes. And, worse, here were their parents taking up space in the hot tub. All I wanted to do was to sit my tired ass in the steaming water and let it soak my aching bones. At 52, I have noticed increasing problems with aches and pains in them bones.
The spa here is roughly a triangle shape with the narrow end holding the 3 steps down into the water and maybe 10 feet along each side to the back which is about 7 feet wide. The best jets are along the back on the right side. Of course, that became my favorite spot. The back left side has OK jets too but putting my feet up on the right side bench allows those side jets to massage my calves just right.
So, here are their parents sitting right in the middle of the back. There was maybe enough room for 1 more on either side of them but it would be tight and intrusive. Both had their eyes closed, enjoying the steaming bubbling water. She was on his right and I noticed a pretty face, blond hair, delicate features and graceful long neck. Her hair was tied up in a bun on top of her head to keep it out of the chlorine. He had a handsome chubby face and neatly trimmed beard but was almost bald on top. Maybe in his late 30's or even 40, I thought.
"Hi, mind if I join you? Looks wonderful with the bubbles and steam," I said, using the universal hot-tub greeting from some stranger who is about to invade your space.
Both opened their eyes briefly, then he replied, "Sure. Come ahead." [Little did I know that a double entendre was involved].
I waded in and eased into the water, sitting half-way down the right side. I didn't want to crowd them but I was pissed that I couldn't get to my favorite spot. I closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the water, keeping my eyelids almost shut so I could watch them. I have real trouble trying to guess the age of a woman. Easy to tell the late teens to maybe mid-twenties. Also easy once their hair started to turn and their tits began sagging. But, in between, not so easy for me.
Looking at the kids in the pool, I could make some deductions. The oldest was a girl with a bikini. She filled it out great in the ass department but was still a bit small on top. Maybe 14 or 15, still growing her boobs, I guessed. But then looking at her mom's tits at waterline in her suit top, I realized the family breast gene might have spared them the issue of DD bras. Mom was at best a C cup but boy those sure looked kissable. Come to think about it, the daughter's were eminently kissable as well, I realized as I began to feel a stirring in my swim trunks. The next boy was around 12, a gawky early adolescent and then a younger brother about 5 or 6.
OK then, that put her age in the mid thirties, depending on when she began childbearing.
I had almost no "spa action" where I was seated so I kept inching to my left, trying to get at least close to the best jets at the back. Not so close that I made her feel uncomfortable or him become possessive.
Oops, I got too close, I guess, because we briefly bumped knees.
"Sorry," I said as I jerked my leg back. She looked at me but just smiled and didn't say a thing. Her husband never opened his eyes.
After maybe only a minute more, I got knee bumped again by her. She had her eyes closed but was still smiling. I thought, "OK, this is weird." But I kept my knee where it was and pretty soon her knee pressed harder against mine and then I felt her foot rub against mine.
Wow, did that do it for me. I didn't know what was going on but my cock sure made some logical assumptions. Suddenly a huge boner sprang up, tenting my suit. Luckily the bubbles hid my erection.
She opened her eyes and nudged her husband. "Move a bit over, dear. This fellow keeps trying to get to these back jets and we're blocking him." He slid half a foot to his left as did she. Now I had enough room to slide back but still keep some distance from touching her.
We all sat like that for a bit, eyes closed enjoying the swirling water, but me sitting still with a huge boner. I was about to erupt from just that brief contact, I was that horny.
I was horny because it had been several months since my wife died in a flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a drunk driver. He had a blood alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 previous DUI's but still drove, suspended license be damned. As expected, he walked away from the accident while my bride of 25 years perished. The M.E. said she died instantly and didn't suffer but I suffered enough for both of us in the months that followed.
Surprisingly, he was not a bum but owned a contracting company. So I went after his insurance, his company, his car, his tools, his mother and all the offspring he ever thought to sire. We prevailed in the wrongful death case and, after paying my attorney's hefty portion, I was left with a huge pile of cash. Big deal, since I had no one now to share it with.
So, I tried some dating sites. What a waste of time. Most of the women there are pathological liars or are on the rebound from being dumped. Don't get me wrong; the sex was usually great, often incredible. But trying to replace my Molly just wasn't going to happen. We married before AIDS and all the new STD's arose, so I was freaked out to try a sexual experience with girls of unknown history. Yes, now I always wore a condom to fuck. But my favorite technique is to eat her pussy until she has a screaming orgasm and I was worried that I'd get some horrible tongue infection or cancer.
Even though I was well off money wise, I needed to keep working to avoid depression and lethargy. So I continued my part-time work in Astoria. I stay overnight Monday & Tuesday at the Holiday Inn because they give me a great business rate and a free breakfast. Plus, the porn channels on their cable are top shelf.
I usually try one of the great eateries in town and see if there are any singles around but I hate the bar scene here and avoid it totally. I've had some interesting experiences but I desperately try to avoid a permanent entanglement and that is hard once the women find out my occupation and financial status. So I often just eat and return to the Holiday Inn, soak in the spa to loosen up, then go up to the room, put on some porn and masturbate until I can't get it up any longer.
So, I'm a horny dude who has just been touched by a gorgeous woman and I have a raging hard on. Before I could figure out how to proceed or whether to proceed at all, the bubble action stopped as the automatic timer clicked off!
Oh, oh! I cautiously slid my hand up and pressed the erection down as the foamy water became crystal clear.
"I'll get it," the guy said, opening his eyes and wading forward to the steps. As soon as he began moving, she reached over and began to rub my leg, moving gradually higher until her hand met mine which was still covering my boner.
"Move your hand a bit," she whispered.
Not on your life, I thought, with the clear water, three underwater lights flooding the area and her husband 10 feet away. He reached the timer, twisted the dial and I was saved as the bubbles kicked back to life. He grabbed a towel in the hamper next to the switch, never once turning around, and walked over to check on his kids.
Meanwhile, I did what she asked and moved my hand away.
"Oh, my," she said quietly, "what do we have here?" I knew exactly what I had here, but the whole man plus wife situation was a puzzlement. I couldn't figure it out and really had no desire to investigate right now since her fingers felt so good rubbing my cock through the fabric.
With the spa hiding our endeavor, she gently stroked my cock through my trunks while I kept track of her husband's back. When he finally turned around, she stopped stroking but kept her hand on my now enormously swollen prick. He returned into the water of the tub, reclining and closing his eyes.
Gently, I reached over and began rubbing her leg, then slid my hand up to her belly and the bottom of her tits, trying not to make too much fo a scene. I finally brought it down to stroke her crotch. Even though the bubbles were hiding us, hand and arm movements could be easily seen. I kept watching for signs of recognition by the husband, but so far nothing.
She squirmed and slid further down on the bench as my fingers caressed her sex. I slid my fingers along the edge of her suit and gradually pulled the material away from her pussy, enough so that I could get most of my hand inside. Now I had free range to slip one finger between her lips and into her wet pussy. Wow, her cunt was even hotter than the surrounding waters! With my thumb I began to rub her little nub and felt it swell under my touch.
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