Chapter 9: Sharing water

“Wow.” Tana looked around the room. “We need to recover before we go to something even more intense. Let’s grab some snacks and go to the Jacuzzi. We’ll want everyone to have lots of endurance before the meetings. Staying in the hot water whirlpool, maybe counterintuitively, can dehydrate you. I suspect you’ll burn off lots of calories. Since I participate, I think I will.

“Guys, before you get in, let me give you the injections. This will help with several biochemical systems.”

“Mostly the ladies, but everyone remember lubrication. Showers before the tub are a good idea, just to get you ready for hot water. It’s not at the heat of a Japanese bath. We might arrange one later, but those are for relaxation and contemplation. Erections and a 104 degree or so temperature are incompatible.”

We trooped toward the large Jacuzzi room, John and I pausing for the medication. Lynda and I winked at each other, realizing that she and I had brought something to contribute. A symbol? A friend? We’d see. Naughty is great, but sometimes silly works too.

Whirlpool

First into the water, and helping others in, were Samuel and Dorothy.

I slid in front of Mara, accepting a friend from Lynda. She flipped on a strange recording of love songs being quacked. “Let me introduce Howard the Ducky.” Mara roared as his leering eyes stared from his bright yellow plastic body. I helped him plunge his beak between her breasts. Touching a couple of buttons on his underside, from her cleavage came a muffled quack, and what could have been a fart.

Not to be outdone, Tana lifted his beak and sucked it. Getting to the silly spirit, she controlled his beak with her mouth, but dropped a hand to each breasts, squeezed, and commented, “HONK”.

John intoned, sounding like a learned educational radio announcer, “Our lecturer is channeling ... something. Perhaps it is her famed impression of one of the lady loves of the Three Stooges and the love song of that culture. Or could she be projecting a female-identified Harpo Marx?”

When Tana decided to stop honking, her smiling comment was, “I’m now relaxed as well as horny. Let’s pair off and do some sweet play in the tub. Guys, it can be difficult to stay hard in hot water, so it’s not you if you don’t pop up. You will later. Cuddle, and the ladies can climax.

“It’s also a good place to talk. I know that Lynda and Olivia have some ideas about making their relationships better. The two of them, and me, also should share some things, more political but sexy here and there, that we talked about, at the White House, with Miriam.

“Let’s continue with our ad hoc couples.” Tana looked at me, and I happily moved to her side, watching, with pleasure and compersion, Samuel and Lynda. It was probably compersion that I felt with John and Olivia, partnered respectively with Dorothy and Alan. Lynda flipped on Handel’s Water Music Suite, not overwhelmingly.

John and Dorothy

John’s eyes met those of Dorothy. Something clicked in both of them. In the back of both their minds, they compared Olivia with Dorothy, not in the sense of Dorothy becoming less with age but sensing a journey.

Just being in a sitting position, without tugging at her dress, revealed quite a bit of shapely, stockinged legs. John could see that Samuel is very much alive, but when he got a look at Dorothy in a corset-like garment sometimes called a Merry Widow, the name was delightfully apt. She indeed was a GILF, in white clothing, her silver hair long and shining. John had a flashback that in twenty or thirty years, Olivia might resemble her, assuming Olivia’s breasts gained size -- possibly just by aging.

She threw her arms open to him. They embraced. She put up a hand and loosened the ties on the top of her garment, but pushed on the cups from underneath, breasts bulging, areolas prominent above the neckline, then hard brown nipples popping out. He dropped his mouth to them. “Oh, John, I’d love slightly rough. Samuel is incredibly sensitive. Bite them a little.” I’m opening my crotch. Please put in several fingers.” How could a gentleman refuse?

“Give me a couple of minutes to get ready for the Jacuzzi. There’s a very fine porn actress, Nina Hartley, who talked about staying a porn queen while aging. She pointed out that genetics vary, and some older actresses stay just as taut as when younger, but she needs some help. That means that she always appears today in heels and hose, and usually in some lingerie that shapes her body. I don’t need the help she describes, but I have some naughty bits for bed and the tub.”

She came back and took his hand. Dorothy wore something difficult to describe: perhaps a one-piece bathing suit with cutouts? Certainly, there are conventional bathing suits that raise and flatter breasts, but not completely exposing nipples as does this one. “These shoes work in water.” They were high-heeled plastic sandals, with a fairly thick, stacked heel that was unlikely to slip in the tub. They moved to the Jacuzzi, where John got in and Dorothy sat on the edge. He picked her up, sat on a seat with bubbles, and started to pull her to his lap.

“Let me get a bit more energetic.” Dorothy turned to face him, and then, supported by the water, dropped onto his thigh, grinding it against her mound. She reached down and opened her crotch.

Delighted, John pressed back. Their mouths met and tongues danced. He cupped her buttocks to give even more leverage to her hips.

Olivia and Alan

Alan, while remembering that a surrogate should not get emotionally involved, had a beatific expression. Alan told her, “Thank you, Olivia. Of course, Tana and I do interact, but you’re one of the most beautiful women whom I’ve ever seen, and who I’ve not been told is having problems.”

“Thank you, sir. I don’t have a huge issue either way with age, but you have something about you that’s very refreshing.

“Dear, as soon as we get into the tub, could I interest you in a blowjob, with you sitting on the edge? You’ll still function well, not having been soaking in the heat. I really want you in my mouth.” With a husky laugh, she told him, “I really want to show off and be watched.”

“Great! I’ve been thinking about something with you.”

“Oh yes?”

“One of your tailored white suits with heels and hose. Teach me to eat you to multiple climaxes.”

“Sir, I should be honored. I’ll remember it for later. But let’s think about the tub now. Give me your hand.” He did so, eagerly. She pulled it to her groin. “Blow job later. You sit down on the underwater bench. There are water jets you can aim, or I can climb over. I am going to lean forward and rub my breasts on your face, as you make sure I have lots of water moving in my crotch.”

“Oh yes, Alan. That feels great. Reach around and play with my ass. If you want, bite my nipples lightly.” Dorothy explored with her hand. “Very nice! You’re big and hard even in this hot water.”

After a few minutes, Dorothy gave a happy scream. When she caught her breath, she reached out again. “Nice. Still eager there. Let’s switch places.” She opened her mouth wide and pointed at it. Alan moved forward and into it, to an assortment of interesting and happy noises coming out of Dorothy. She did, after all, want to be watched, so getting attention was fine with her.

Samuel and Lynda

I’m glad we encouraged everyone to look closely at one another. As with others, two people, scanning the room, connected. Lynda’s eyes locked with Samuel’s. He got out of the water.

Deliberately, he walked across the room, stood in front of her, and began carefully, sensually, undressing her. “This is like unwrapping a Christmas package,” as he kissed her, then grasped the neckline of her tube dress and gently slid it over her hips.

She’s not a tiny woman, but he made her feel petite. He might be a little taller than my 6’2”, but he’s more solid. Helping her to a seat, he told her, “Cinderella mode. I’m going to take off your CFM spiked heels, replacing them with stylish sneakers that still delightfully raise your leg, but have a flat, stacked bottom that won’t get slippery around the tub. You can wear them into the water, in fact. But you won’t slip for another reason: I’ll carry you there.”

Lynda was thoroughly enjoying this. She felt a lot of physical power but not that interfered with her independence.

“Let’s both get into the tub, standing. Find a seat with a bubble jet under it, sit, and take me into your arms, the bubbles surging in both our groins. Kiss my neck, and then let’s try to position so I can get water surging on my clit while we kiss.” She didn’t think it would take long to climax by doing that, and she was right, the speed surprising Samuel.

“Now, dear, that was wonderful. What would you like?”

“Lynda, I want you on my lap or otherwise so I can kiss and play with your chest. I’m not super-hard, so grind that lovely posterior of yours against me.” She reached down and rubbed his hardening penis between her firm buttocks, giving him quite a bit of friction. That let her push the head against her rosebud and slip a little inside.”

Tana and me

“Today has been fun, Tana, seeing you in a completely new way. You did fool me with the conservative look.”

“Hey, I’m good at changing moods! Maybe I should change my directions.” She raised her voice. “I said to avoid climax, but that’s more for the guys, to be sure you can keep going. It’s not fair, but women are multi-orgasmic. The men who took stimulants might also ignore this.

“Ladies may safely climax in the tub, or, as I’m thinking of you, dear, from being eaten out on the edge.”

I helped Tana onto the edge, into which were embedded some seats and armrests. “Shall I say that I’m in multisensory lust with your crotch? The patch of flaming hair over a good-sized clit? Now, I can’t get the full benefit of scent and taste in here. But if I can get you off, great!

“I think, though, that my full intensity with you has to wait until we’re on the bed -- in no way detracting from what we’re doing right now.”

“Oliver, I like the way your eyes caress my whole body. I can see you enjoying the way my breasts stick up. I’ll have to imagine it, but I like to think of you looking, in the same way, at my butt.

“Also, I like the way that we interact. You aren’t submissive and I’m not a dominant, but I have the strong sense that you like a woman to take the lead, especially in the beginning.”

“Absolutely. If I tune that right, it gets rid of my inhibitions growing up. It’s probably a better way to adjust our pleasure, until we have enough experience with another to be intuitive. Another part of that is that the last think I want is a woman to act virginal rather than lusty.”

“Then eat me, dear. Make it more lusty by at least fingering my ass.” I pressed my face and mouth against her. She wiggled against my tongue. Hot water or not, I realized that I was very hard.

I have no idea how long it took for her hips to drive into the air, but probably not long. Lifting her back into the water, I sat on one of the submerged seats, moving her so stimulating bubbles flowed between our legs. Her breasts made perfect handles.

Climaxes and beyond

I had a sense of new energy in the room, perhaps brought by the waters of life. Still, I was puzzled. Tana, and probably Olivia and Lynda, had something in mind beyond what Dr. Ruth called “goot sex.”

Not all of us had climaxed in the whirlpool, its temperature being a bit high for proper functioning of male anatomy. It did get us comfortable, relaxed, yet energized.

With that energy, I wanted some nonsexual interaction for a bit. Glancing at Lynda, she got out and changed to a musical tape she had prepared. It began funny, with “I’m Going to Wash that Man Right Out of My Hair” from South Pacific but moved to instrumental Broadway conducive to conversation.

Tana asked, “Are people ready to move back to dry land?”

“In a bit, Tana. This feels nice enough that I’d like to interact more. I’d like to ask you, and Olivia and Lynda as the other apparent planners, where do we want this to go? I also want to ask at least my extended family how they’re doing.”

Lynda was the first to respond. “Thanks, love. First, I’m doing great. It’s given me some nice, safe, sexual variation that can’t help but make our lives better if we never saw anyone again.

“It isn’t rising to the level of therapy but playing with Samuel has helped clear some of my negative stuff about being exploited by an older man.” Happily, she reflected, “Alan, that also means I want again to experience a younger man and feel good about it. Dorothy, there’s an opportunity for an older woman. At some point, maybe we’ll bring in a younger woman.”

Olivia and John got out and came back with piles of towels and robes. “There’s a towel technology gap between us and Europe. Over there, it would be ordinary to have things this warm.”

Reflectively, Tana wondered, “Some of us still are excited by fetishes. We can change later. For now, I’d suggest shoes only. Shall we move back to the big room? We can change partners, or not.”