Some years ago, I ventured to a spa for the day with a female friend, Grace.  Grace and I had been friends for many years as a result of connections through my former wife, and whether you believe nothing sexual had ever happened between Grace and I over the past 10 years or so is your choice, but I always viewed this as a friendship and nothing more.   We’d had a pretty relaxing morning, as friends would, with the usual massage therapies, banter, etc and finished the pre-lunch session in the pool, a normal morning spa session!!

Over lunch we made plans for the afternoon which just basically involved lazing around, hot tub, sauna, steam rooms, the usual.  Our afternoon started in the jet pool, we appeared to be the only two in the immediate vicinity.  Unusually, Grace was a little more touchy feely than I had ever known her to be.  As we sat in the warm water discussing nothing in particular, almost every word she spoke was accompanied with her hand tapping my thigh as if she was making a point of something whilst simultaneously our shoulders gently bumped one another as friends would do after sharing a giggle together as teens do.

Unrealising we were both laid side by side in the water, perched precariously with only our neck and heads above the water on a narrow tiled seat that ran around the small circular pool. 

I can’t quite remember how what subsequently occurred actually started, whether it was something said, or even something not said, maybe just a look, but our cosy position certainly must have played a part.  Ultimately, we had a little kiss and hands wandered.  Grace’s hand rubbing my groin and my hands in the same position on her slender body, reciprocating every rub felt through my shorts.  My hands covered her genitals and I made sure my fingers pressed in following that crevice wherever possible.

I could sense Grace was becoming increasingly aroused by my handy work as the intensity of her kisses significantly increased, but not for a second did I think anything more would come from playing in such a public space, but how wrong was I.

Grace had succeeded in navigating her hand through the internal mesh of my shorts and was now hands on pulling my foreskin back and forth encouraging some more growth from my awakening cock.  I’d been lucky enough to slip a couple of fingers under Grace’s bikini and into her pussy as we lay with each other being somewhat cloaked by the effervescing bubbles from the water jets.  

Grace slipped her knee over my crotch and swiftly moved into an upright seated position so as to be astride me with the only thing separating my now swelling cock and her pussy being thin bikini material.  She glided back and forth from her hips as the upper half of her slightly tanned body leaned forwards for a tonguing session.

I would estimate by now, we’d had some five to ten minutes alone, but I was acutely aware there must have been security cameras dotted around the place and that at any moment the remaining diners could finish lunch and burst in through the doors and sure enough, just seconds later I could hear the chatter of two loud women echo in the room as the doors banged shut.

Grace quickly slipped backwards and positioned herself on the opposite side of the jet pool just barely reachable with my foot as the two aforementioned women appeared around the corner and climbed the single step to enter our jet pool.

Grace stood up, smiled at me and climbed out heading for the swimming pool, leaving me partially submerged and afraid to stand up because something of mine was already standing to attention.  For a few seconds the ladies had clearly expected me to follow Grace, but they soon resumed their chatter, and were completely oblivious to my presence.  About a minute passed and these ladies hadn’t looked my way so quickly I stood, turned away and climbed out heading for the pool and Grace, which wasn’t difficult due to the pool area being relatively small.

Grace swam towards me, dived down into the shallow water appearing and rising immediately in front of me, put her arms around my neck and quietly questioned, “what would you like to do”, as she closed the gap between our pelvises, obviously still able to feel my aroused condition.  “You’ve got to do something with that”, she said.

Putting my arms around her, I lifted as she threw her legs around my submerged waist, and I carried her to the furthest point from the two ladies the pool could offer.  Reaching the pool corner, Grace purposefully slipped from my waist and in doing so managed to lower my shorts a little allowing my erect cock to escape the confines of my shorts.  I squatted in the pool corner so that only the upper half of my chest and head was above the water line as Grace reversed onto my knee and into my lap.  In one fairly swift move she had managed to slide aside her bikini bottom and glide my stiff cock from the crevice of her butt into her pussy.  Sitting still momentarily to affirm this action hadn’t been witnessed by anyone else in the room, she gently started pulling my cock with just her pelvic muscles.  I could feel each contraction and release as she sat there on my knee appearing to anyone else that she was almost motionless and just looking around whilst sat with her partner.

For the next few minutes, I was trying to ensure every throb of my cock was timed with the squeezing of her pussy.  I even managed to slide a hand around and under her bikini to play with her clit, rubbing my fingertip round it’s tiny little head and gently pressing it into her body.  Moments later her legs squeezed mine together and Grace ceased all movement except for a constant and repeated pushing from her vagina.  Grace had reached an orgasm and quite quickly.

She remained still for quite a few moments before leaning forwards into the water and rather clumsily spinning round on my still throbbing cock which was still firmly planted in her pussy.  Now facing me she leaned in and called me a fucker, she kissed my ear and said, “fuck, that was unexpectedly quick”.  She gave a couple of hip wriggles to get me even deeper inside her and started gliding back and forth again.

This time she showed little regard for the two ladies in the jet pool, the water was swishing around us and I think it was pretty clear to anyone looking that we were fucking.

I would say that at that stage of my life I was a little more reserved having spent many years in a vanilla and boring sexual marriage, so I started to stand with Grace clinging onto me, like my cock was some sort of shelf for her to hang off.  I suggested we go to the steam rooms and look for somewhere not as visible.

So we did, Grace slid off, and positioned herself in front of me, obscuring me from the view of the loud ladies enabling me to stealthily pull up my shorts and take control of my cock by pulling him into my body through my left pocket.  Hand in hand we exited the pool and headed for the steamiest room, it was Romanesque in décor with white and blue tiles, but incredibly steamy.  Unaware if there was anyone else in the room, I shuffled carefully through and sat in a corner.  Grace, following behind, did not sit down as I did, as I sat she let go of my hand and pulled down my shorts for the second time.  I could just about make out she was kneeling, but the confirmation came when I felt her mouth around my cock and hands caressing my balls.  She sucked hard, she sucked deep, she licked up, she licked down, she licked around and sucked my balls before finally climbing again onto my lap and sliding my rigid cock into her wet warm pussy.  This time, no tiny un-noticeable movements, you could hear skin slapping skin as we both thrust into one another, the frenzy of tongues practically eating each other whilst fucking hard.  I tried to lift her off me, intending to lay her on the tile slab so I could get a good taste of her, but Grace adamantly wanted to remain in this seated position just griped harder and harder and drilled her body down onto mine determined to make me cum.

With a quiet but intense “arrrggghh”, I unloaded everything in me into her pussy, and Grace’s bearing down on me lessened as I filled her pussy with cum with each throb of my cock.  She knew she had succeeded!  Grace’s hips now moved rather gently back and forth as we clung to one another.  I felt my spunk run from her tight pussy, down my ball sack as we sat for a minute or so just holding each other.

As the throbbing in my cock subsided and that inevitable recoiling and reduction in size resulted in me falling out of Grace’s wonderous pussy, I felt yet more of my warm cum drip out of her onto me, Grace dismounted.  Feeling her hands run down my chest and sensing she was going down on me again, I felt her tongue on the skin of my sticky pelvis lapping up the cum that had dripped out of her, and eventually my entire flaccid penis being sucked of everything warm and sticky.

Grace knelt there on the floor in front of me, head on my lap and still, one of those moments when you could just fall asleep after some incredible sex.  Suddenly, there was a distinct sound of movement from somewhere in the steam room.  The steam was still so thick you couldn’t make out anything that wasn’t closer than around two feet.

The movement was followed by a small throaty cough and the shuffling of flip flops on a wet floor.  Grace completely froze where she was, and I squinted hard, searching for any figure in the mist to see its proximity to us.  Seconds later the glass door opened and clanged closed, all without a word being said.  Taking a huge sigh, we both sorted ourselves out, sat for a moment to see if there would be any repercussions of our actions before leaving the steam room for the sauna.