After my exciting affair with the hot bachelor, Aiden, I welcomed a brief respite away from his clingy embrace. As much as I enjoyed the sex with him and his spoiling me with his toys, I wasn't ready to settle down with one partner. I enjoyed my freedom and my professional life as a cabaret singer, and it had been far too long since I'd performed with my troupe. Besides, I missed the touch of a woman against my skin, and I was becoming far too dependent on Aiden's cock to satisfy my sexual needs. When Ginger invited our group to play at an upscale resort hotel in the backwoods of New England, I jumped at the chance.
It felt great to reconnect with my bandmates again and to experience the thrill of performing onstage. But after seven straight nights of singing and dancing, I was ready for a break, and after changing out of my costume, I headed toward the hotel spa for some downtime. I figured few hotel guests would be in the pool this late at night, and after putting on my bikini, I walked out into the moonlit atrium, peering at the giant empty pool. I was so focused on the lure of the glimmering, turquoise water that I barely noticed somebody lounging in the nearby jacuzzi hot tub. With her blond hair tied up in a pretty knot, she rested her head against the edge of the tub while her eyes traced the movement of my body toward the pool.
I'd intentionally worn the skimpiest swimsuit I could find to feel the therapeutic water against my skin, and as she stared at me crossing the pool deck, I could feel my nipples hardening while my bullets dented the front of my bikini, and I angled my hips away from her so she wouldn't notice the bulge between my legs from my swelling cock. But as I began to immerse myself in the shallow end of the pool, I paused just above the waterline to give her one last glimpse of my tight ass.
I was proud of my figure, and I worked damn hard to keep it firm and toned. Between my twice-weekly yoga sessions, regular workouts at the gym, and my vigorous stage routines, there was hardly an ounce of fat on my body. Even though I had a fully functional man's penis, I still looked like a young coed, with firm, natural breasts, curvy hips, a narrow waist, and an ass you could bounce a penny on. As I felt the girl in the tub eyeing me up, I smiled while I lowered my body under the surface, relieved to hide my bulging cock which was straining to burst free from my thong.
It took a while to remove the image of her sexy body lounging in the bubbly water from my mind, but as I swam across the length of the pool in the opposite direction, I felt the tension in my muscles slowly begin to ease. By the time I swam back to the other end of the pool, my cock had almost returned to its normal flaccid state, concealed neatly between the folds of my pussy in my tight bikini bottom. But when I stole another glance in her direction before flipping around, I noticed that she was still staring at me. And this time, her arms, which had previously been resting on the top of the tub, were now submerged under the surface of water as she smiled at me with an alluring grin.
Fuck! I thought to myself, feeling my cock twitching in the bottom half of my bikini. So much for a late-night relaxing swim. I'm never going to be able to get out of this pool with my hard-on straining against my suit, as long as she stays in that tub.
In an effort to distract myself from thoughts of what she might be doing under the foaming surface of the tub, I closed my eyes as I glided through the water using a gentle breast stroke, rehearsing the lyrics for some new songs my troupe had recently added to our playlist.
Do you wanna dance and hold my hand? I hummed Bette Midler's intoxicating song, Do You Wanna Dance With Me.
We could dance under the moonlight,
Hug and kiss all through the night,
Oh, baby, baby,
Tell me, do you wanna dance with me...
"Shit!" I spouted into the water, unable to get the picture of the pretty girl out of my mind. "That's not helping at all!"
I switched to a more upbeat tune, singing Bruno Mars' ditty, Uptown Funk,
Girls, hit your hallelujah, woo, girls hit your hallelujah,
'Cause uptown funk gonna give it to you,
Uptown funk gonna give it to you,
Saturday night we in the spot, don't believe me, just watch, come on...
"Yes," I smiled, wriggling my hips to the groove of the song while I kicked my legs in rhythm to the beat. "That's what I'm talking about. Nothing like a good Bruno Mars song to take your mind off the distractions of the world."
By the time I'd finished swimming twenty laps replaying the lyrics for the remainder of our playlist, I'd purged the thought of the pretty girl lounging in the hot tub, and when I climbed out of the water, I glanced briefly in her direction. She was still immersed in the bubbling water with her arms concealed from view, rocking her body slowly under the waves. Whether she was simply rolling with the eddy of the current or doing something more active, I couldn't be sure. But one thing was certain as I toweled myself dry and my erection stiffened against the fabric of my bikini bottom. I wasn't going to remove the image of this sexy vixen from my mind anytime soon, and I'd either have to take matters into my own hands in the privacy of my hotel room, or join her in the tub to relieve the strain of my swelling hard-on under the surface of the water.
Fuck it, I thought to myself as I walked toward her with my towel dangling in front of my body to conceal my bulging crotch.
"Do you mind if I join you?" I said when I reached the edge of the tub.
"Absolutely," the girl smiled. "It's only the two of us here. It looks like you need to take a load off your feet almost as much as I do."
"Thanks," I said, throwing my towel to the side and slipping under the surface, thankful to hide my throbbing hard-on under the foamy water while I pulled my thong to one side, freeing my aching member.
