It was a cool autumn evening when I first met her. I was taking a relaxing soak in the hot tub at the gym, surrounded by the dimly lit tiles and steam rising off the water. The door opened, and in walked a vision of beauty. She had long, curly black hair that cascaded down her back, and her brown skin was adorned with intricate tattoos of flowers and vines. She was an Indian goddess, and I was immediately drawn to her.
She smiled at me and slipped into the hot tub, letting out a content sigh as she submerged herself in the warm water. We made small talk, discussing our workouts and our shared love for the peacefulness of the hot tub after a long day. Her voice was soft and soothing, and I could have listened to her talk for hours.
As the conversation flowed, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept wandering to my lips. I took a chance and leaned in, pressing my lips to hers in a soft kiss. She responded eagerly, her lips parting to let my tongue explore her mouth. Our kiss deepened, and I could feel the heat rising in my body.
I trailed my lips down her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her hands running through my hair as I made my way to her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, teasing her nipples with my thumbs until they were hard and sensitive. She arched her back, pressing her chest into my hands as she moaned louder.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to taste her. I moved down her body, spreading her legs apart as I settled between them. I looked up at her, and she nodded, her eyes filled with desire. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her sweetness. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping the edge of the hot tub as I explored her pussy with my tongue.
I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls contract around me. She was so wet, so ready for me. I added a second finger, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against my face as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with pleasure. I increased my pace, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to the brink. She cried out as she came, her juices flowing over my fingers.
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She looked at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I leaned in, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I nodded, positioning myself between her legs. She reached down, guiding me inside her. I thrust deep, filling her completely. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping my shoulders as I began to move.
We found a rhythm, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I could feel her walls tightening around me, pulling me deeper inside her. I reached down, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I thrust harder and faster. She moaned louder, her hips bucking against me as she came again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust deep, my cock pulsing inside her as I came hard. She moaned, milking every last drop from me.
We collapsed against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and hot tub water. We kissed softly, our lips brushing against each other as we caught our breath.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. I smiled, knowing that I had found my match in this tattooed goddess of the hot tub.
