Forest smiled. “Don’t stress. I’ve got a key card for you here.”
“That you could deactivate at any time?”
“Does it make you feel any better to know that in most offices and private homes you can easily be locked in at the owner’s whims?”
“No, it doesn’t! My Grandmother tried to lock me in a cupboard once. I used a broom to batter down the cupboard door and I went after her with it.”
Forest moved towards the balcony door, swiped his own key card, then leaned backwards against it, pushing it half-open. “What I’m saying is, there’s no more risk here than in any private residence. The question is, do you trust me?”
He was staring at me quite intensely from the doorway. I noticed he’d unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, so I could just see a hint of that chiseled physique I’d only had the pleasure of seeing once before.
My voice was a low purr. “I can trust you for tonight.”
I followed him outside. He uncovered the hot tub and allowed me a moment to walk the length of the balcony, gawping at the sights.
Eventually I returned to Forest and the hot tub, looking between the two. I touched my hands to my collarbones demurely. “I shouldn’t get this dress wet, should I? I imagine it was quite expensive.”
“Yes, you wouldn’t want to ruin... the material.”
I slipped off the shoulder straps and unzipped the back of it. It fell effortlessly to the floor, pooling around my feet. “Hmm. And this lingerie set is quite nice too. I’m not sure what the hot tub water would do to it.”
Forest nodded, staring at me and sipping from his tumbler as if in a trance. “Yes... the chemicals...”
I smiled and unclasped my bra with one hand, shimmying it off my shoulders, and dropped it into the pile of clothes on the balcony floor. Forest set down his glass on the balcony edge, perhaps afraid of dropping it. I teased at the hips of my panties and slowly, carefully slid them down to my ankles and stepped out of them.
Then I turned on my heel and climbed into the tub. The water was nice and warm, and I ducked underneath the surface to wet my hair. Enveloped in the water, all the background noises of the city faded to a muffled rumble. Just like a rich man, to have a hot tub that he never used turned on all the time, wasting energy. I hoped at least his housekeeper had gotten some good use out of it while he was at work.
I emerged from the water, grinning at the thought of Forest’s housekeeper chilling out in the hot tub all day. A sight wiped the grin off my face. Forest had cast off his shirt and was in the process of getting fully undressed. I watched hungrily as he loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slid them and his boxers off at once, then climbed into the tub to join me. As an afterthought, he took off his glasses and set them to one side.
I took him by the arm and pulled him down with me under the surface of the water. For a moment we were both fully submerged. Then we surfaced, Forest gasping as if we’d been under for far longer.
I reached out and pushed the wet hair out of his face. Then he grabbed me by the waist, the hunger that had been in his eyes since I’d arrived flaring in a passionate burst, and pulled me close into him, our wet skin meeting.
He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. It was the kiss you are given by someone who has been trying to tell himself all evening it was abadidea to kiss you, that it wasdangerous, that he shouldn’t do it, and then had decided against all reason to kiss you anyway.
I trailed my fingernails down his strong back. He moaned into my lips, a noise of pure lust. His thigh pushed between my legs and I moaned, tracing my fingers lazily across his glistening wet chest, where the hairs were slicked smooth against his skin.
When we parted, he slid behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Follow my lead.”
He steered me so I was facing outwards, close to the jet stream of the hot tub. One hand teased down from my waist to my hip, onwards to my thigh. I quivered, desperate for him to touch me there. With a flick of his fingertip I was moaning again.
He continued to flick and rub, the other arm positioning me slightly to the left, then slightly up, by my waist. I didn’t quite realize what he was doing until he managed to align us perfectly so that the jet stream burst forth against my pulsing core, making me quake and moan and cry out.
“Oh, fuck.” I laughed, in pleasure and at the suddenness of my own excitement, struggling to get the words out. “How’d you – know – the shower head’s my favorite toy?”
He laughed into my neck, the hot breath tickling across the cooling beads of water so that I shuddered and rocked my torso into him. “Intuition.”
I could feel his own hardness pushing into my ass cheeks from behind, practically begging to be touched. But he was a gentleman. All focused on my pleasure. Not like the younger men I’d slept with in the past. This was a man: powerful enough to take, strong enough to give.
Keeping me positioned just so in front of that powerful stream, he kept one hand rubbing and stroking my pussy, while the other wandered to my nipples. He circled my left nipple with his index finger like an artist, then squeezed the surrounding flesh. I was so sensitive there right now, I shook in his grasp.
My thighs were quivering, and my shoulders, too. The bubbles of the jets continued to churn rhythmically and tantalizingly, getting me closer and closer towards a precipice I was going to fall over any minute now.
He teased his fingertip across my nipple, then pinched it, just gently, but I was gone. I cried out, louder than before, loud enough the whole city could hear me, it felt like, but I didn’t care. My body was rocked with sensation. He had to hold me in place so that I didn’t fall. He held me as I threw my head back to rest on his chest, whimpering, while ripples of ecstasy continued to spread out across my body, only growing in strength.
I was still quivering and moaning when he lifted me up by the waist and sat me on the ledge of the tub. The air was cool, but my body was hot, and the two meeting made me shiver in the aftereffects of pleasure.
Seeing him naked, erect, wet and glasses-less was like seeing a different person entirely from his public-facing self, all suited and professional. I liked the feeling that this private Forest was seen only by me. I pushed my hand into his wet hair, pulling him in closer. He moved in close but ducked his head down to kiss my midriff, using his hands to push my thighs apart and lift them onto his shoulders for height.