CrimsonFire1959

The Myth of Perfection

Perfection is a fantasy. Its a myth.

There is no perfect Dom
There is no perfect sub
There is no perfect body
There is no perfect personality
There is no perfect chemistry
There is no perfect scene

There is no perfect....ANYTHING

Doms makes mistakes. They make poor decisions. They don't always get it right. They let their subs down from time to time.

Subs don't always give everything that they should or can to their dominate. They hastily make decisions that they know is wrong. They let their Doms down. They disappoint them.

Our bodies have imperfections. Some comes with age. Some imperfections come from things beyond our control such as birth defects or the scars from surgeries or accidents. Some imperfections come from us not taking care of our bodies as we should.

Sometimes we are nice. And sometimes we are not so nice. Sometimes we share our gentle and loving side and other times...we are bitches and assholes that withhold all that from ppl we care about.

Sometimes we get along with someone we have met and it seems great. Tomorrow it might not be so great.

Sometimes a scene feels great and it IS great. We feel that we could ask for nothing more. Then we walk away and later reflect and realize that there is ALWAYS ways to improve upon even a good thing.

NOTHING is perfect. We are not perfect. We are human. We make mistakes, we don't always take care of ourselves and those around us as we should. Sometimes we give to much and sometimes we give to little of the things that really matter.

I stopped looking for PERFECTION.

I don't mind the imperfect Dom as long as he is humble enough to admit when he has wronged me and tries to do better.

I do not seek the perfect sub that will always get it right. How can I help a PERFECT sub grow? We grow from being imperfect.

I don't want or care about the perfect body. I care about what and who you are as a person. I care about how you make me feel when I am with you. If you are over-weight it is not an issue for me unless it is for you. If you don't like how you look in your weight, I will strive to help you look how you want to look...but it won't be because you detest me because of that weight or other imperfections.

I don't believe in the perfect personality cos we are just little ppl that live in a world that often drives us nuts. I just want and need an accounting if you have been a bitch to me because of your bad day. Then its forgotten unless its a habit.

I don't mind when I am told later that next time, perhaps this or that could be added to the scene. I VALUE the feedback from my subs. I need to know what I am doing right for you and what I am not doing right. Just do it with honesty and respect.

There is imperfection in perfection.

All we can do is try to be a better US each and every day.

Who needs perfection anyway? Not me. Do you?

He Kneels

I open the door. I know what I will find.

He kneels on the floor, with his hands are clasped behind his back. His head is lowered. His cock is at full attention.

As I walk to him, I see his cock begin to jerk. This makes me smile. I know that the anticipation of my arrival was greatly affecting him...his hard cock is proof of this.

He is happy I am here.

He knows not to speak to me unless I speak to him and give my permission.

I place the collar and leash around his neck as I stand behind him. I lean down and whisper in his ear...."Speak"

"Thank you my Mistress...today I will serve you well"

I smile.

Yes....yes you will my pet.

I tug on the leash and he immediately stands. He is well trained. I rarely need to tell him what to do. He has become very good at knowing what I want from him.

I walk around him...pausing to inspect every inch of his body to insure that he is taking proper care of himself. He has.

I am pleased.

I walk to "the chair", tugging on the leash as I go. I love the feel of the leash in my hand.

I sit in the chair and look up at my adorable sub. He stands quietly, head bowed, and hands behind his back. His cock is still rigid.

I tug once again on the leash.

He bends himself over my knee. His hands are now, flat on the floor in order to help balance himself across my knee.

I gently trail my fingers over his ass. I marvel at how white his ass is. I can feel his cock jerking again. I adjust my leg so that it is rubbing against that hard cock.

I smile when I hear him groan softly.

My fingers continue to trail up and down his ass, barely touching. Teasing.

The first spank is hard and unexpected for him. I see my hand print clearning on that white ass.

I spank him. I spank him slowly. I take my time. I love this part. The feel of him across my knees. His ass bare. My hand beginning to get hotter as I spank him more and more, harder and harder...faster and faster.

As I spank him, I continue to grind my leg against his cock. His moans are louder now.

I love this color. I love the burning in the palm of my hand. Mostly, I love the color. I always spank until I get the color just right for my own enjoyment.

I gently run my hand over his reddened cheeks...my nails scraping against his sore ass.

I tug on the leash.

He slides off my knees, onto the floor.

Once again he is kneeling before me. His head is lowered. His hands are behind his back.

I pull on the leash until he is and inch from my face.

Look at me pet.

He raises his eyes to mine.

Oh how I love looking into his eyes after I have spanked him. I can see the hunger and need for more.

I will take him to where he needs to be. And he will please me every step of the way.

I reach down and grasp his balls in my hand and I squeeze until I hear him moan. I squeeze more. I squeeze, as I pull downward on his balls.

I pull. I squeeze.

Then comes the moan I am waiting to hear.

"Speak", I say.

"My Mistress, I am so happy to see you."

Looks can be deceiving

God I'm tired, I thought as I put the key into the lock on my door. Just walking across the threshold into my foyer made me sigh in relief. I was so tired of carrying the load at work for the new girl. My boss wasn't seeing past those big set of tits she had. He couldn't see that she was shoving them into his face on a daily basis in order to keep from doing her share of the work. And seriously, did they think I was an idiot to not know what was going on when she went in fifty times a day so he could show her how to do spread sheets. Yeah right, she was being spread on the sheets alright. My blood was still boiling from the unfairness of it all, as I kicked off my shoes.

I loved my home. I had taken great pains to choose the color scheme. The soft pastel colors soothed me and brought balance back to me at the end of the day. My favorite item in the room was the piano. I had always wanted to learn as a child how to play but my parents were poor and I was never able to learn. One of the first things I did after my divorce and buying this house, was to buy the piano. I bought the piano even before I bought furniture to sit on. I found a wonderful teacher and spent every second I could with her. I certainly wasn't the best, but after hours and hours and weeks upon weeks of practicing until my fingers ached, I could now play several pieces.

It was my custom to come home at the end of the day, kick off my shoes, fix myself a drink, sit the drink by the table at the side of the piano, go around the room and light a dozen or more candles, and go change out of my clothes and put on something more comfortable, and then I would return to sit at the piano for hours and practice. 

Sometimes I got so caught up in the feel of the ivory underneath my fingers that I forgot to stop and fix something to eat for myself. Sometimes I was aware of the grumble in my stomach but was reluctant to leave the piano to search for food.

I walked into my very spacious bedroom and quickly stripped out of my work clothes. I pulled out the top drawer of my dresser and smiled. So what would it be tonight? The black again? The red was nice but sometimes it pinched. I loved the royal blue but Nah...just didn't seem like a BLUE kind of night. My eyes skimmed over the rainbow of colors laid before my eyes. AH...yes this one would be perfect, it fit my mood.

My fingers ran slowly over the silk, tracing the heart-shaped neckline. Again I thought how perfect this one was for the night. Tossing it onto the bed, I pulled open the drawer directly under the top one. It was easy to make the selection this time. I pulled out the matching bottom and laid it beside the top on the bed. Opening up the third drawer, I took only a few seconds to decide on the next item.

Once my evening attire was laying neatly on my bed, I turned to my vanity. In quick order I re-applied my make-up. During the day, my make-up was very conservative. My hair was always held back in a tight pony tail. My glasses always sliding to the tip of my nose where I would constantly have to push them back up. I knew that most ppl in our office just saw me as part of the furniture. I was rarely noticed because I was so shy and quiet. The few times that I had been approached by one of the men in the office, I had bolted. One of the men, Desmond was persistent. I like Desmond but, I just couldn't bring myself to talk to him for more than a few minutes at the office. I would get so tongue tied and just make a fool out of myself. And again, I would bolt like a frightened animal that senses danger. But as I said, Desmond was persistent. He once told me there was far more to me than even I realized.

It took me only minutes to have my make-up on, my hair taken down out of its tight pony tail. My red hair flowed about my shoulders and down my back. I brushed it until it shone bright and looked like fiery silk. I leaned forward and looked at myself in the mirror. If my co-workers could see me now...they would not even know me. I bet I would get their attention however. I bet they would not just walk by me and not notice me.

I rose up from the vanity and walked to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I lifted my leg. I felt the sensual material whisper softly against my skin as I slowly pulled it upwards. God how I loved this feeling...this soft caress. Lifting the other leg, I repeated the process. My fingers ran back and forth across the tops....teasing and lingering. Not yet, I thought...it's not time. Be patient and don't rush it. I pulled the second item on and reached down and snapped it together. As I wrapped myself into the top, I felt my breasts rise higher and felt my nipples harden. This always happened when I got dressed in the evenings. I was already breathing harder. SLOW DOWN....breath slowly. Don't ruin it with your impatience.

Before leaving my bedroom, I walked to the corner of my room. I bent down and inserted a key into a lock. When the lock sprang open, I removed the lock and sat it down on my bedside table. Taking the chain into my hand, I turned to leave. The chain felt cold and heavy in my hand. As it rubbed against my leg a sweet shiver ran from the base of my spine all the way to the top of my head. PATIENCE I reminded myself. I didn't bother to tug on the chain. There was no need. I knew I would hear the soft sounds of shuffling behind me as I walked out of the room.

I went directly to the piano. I had been questioned several times about the very odd bench that went with my piano. I simply told my family that I had bought it because of the oddity of it and it was a good prop for my photography. The huge ring that was bolted into the floor beside the piano was a bit harder to explain but I had finally decided to just blame it on the previous owners of the house and pretend ignorance as to why anyone would put such a strange thing into their beautiful hardwood flooring. My family bought it and that is all that mattered to me.

Bending down, I ran the chain through the ring bolted to the floor. Reaching over to the piano I picked up the lock that always sat there when it wasn't being used. I didn't even have to watch what I was doing. This routine was so familiar to me, I could do it easily and quickly. Once I hear the lock click into place I stood up and turned to the piano. As I turned, I caught my reflection in the huge mirror I had very statically placed when I bought the piano and had the ring bolted to the floor.

As always when I looked at my reflection at night, I had a moments shock. I took a few steps closer to examine this woman that was staring back at me. The heavy make-up brought out the sky blue of my eyes. I knew if my Mother could see me she would say that it was "slut make-up, a whore on the corner waiting for her next customer to show up". This thought made me smile slightly. My red hair glistened in the light coming from the candles that had been lit earlier. The deep purple brocade corset synched my waist in so tightly that it was slightly difficult to breath. My breasts rose high above the top and just a glimpse of my areola could be seen. The matching garter belt hung low on my hips and attached to black silk stockings. The design on the stockings perfectly matched that of the corset. My eyes lingered on the V between my legs. No panties. No need for them. No desire for them. The smooth skin of my nether lips were slightly swollen. If I opened my legs, I knew I would be able to see the moistness that was already there. Shaking my head to distract myself, finally my eyes traveled down to my feet. Where most women preferred to wear those horrible slut heels, I just could not stand them. I had tried several times to wear them and nearly broke my ankle each time. So I had settled for comfortable. I shrugged as I turned away. The soft patter of my Minnie Mouse house shoes could be heard as I walked to the piano.

The bench always made me giggle. The man I had commissioned to make the bench for me had thought I was out of my mind. He had asked me several times if I was positive this was the design I wanted to go with, stating that I was going to find it very uncomfortable to sit on. I had assured him it was PERFECT. And it was. Perfect.

The bench had been modified from its original design of course. In the middle of the bench was a U shape cut out of it. Soft leather straps ran from side to side on the short side of the U shape...several inches apart. As I pulled the bench out, I again glance in the mirror. WHO IS THAT WOMAN? This is the real ME. The one that the world never sees. Or few, at any rate. My circle of friends are small and intimate. I have given my trust to very few. Few have ever seen me as I am now.

As I sit down on the bench in front of my beautiful piano, the soft leather straps gives slightly as my ass sinks against them. I can feel how the straps pulls the lips of my pussy apart, as well as the cheeks of my ass. Yes, I thought...all those hours of pouring over designs paid off when finally I had decided that THIS was the design that would best fit my needs. I could feel the air brushing against my exposed pussy and I sigh softly. Oh how wet I was. I was ready.

Come...I instructed. I heard the eager movements as the chain was dragged across the floor towards me.

Yes Mistress. My sweet and loyal slave quickly moves to please me. I looked down and watched as he slid onto his back and wiggled underneath the bench to gain the perfect position for his evenings task. The clinking of the chain only added to my excitement. God I loved the sound of those chains. I loved the sound much more than the visual of seeing them locked onto my slave Desmond. I smiled. Yes if our co-workers could only see us now.

Let us begin, I whispered. As my fingers touched the ivory of the keys I loved so very much, and the first note drifted slowly and softly into the stillness of the room, I felt the first gentle touch of Desmond's tongue against my pussy. Tonight's concert, was going to be one of the best.

My Rain Dance

This is my story...

Beginnings...

I was raised in a very small town in AR. My father was a FreeWill Baptist preacher for over 30 yrs. I grew up trying to please my parents (didn't often happen but I did try for the most part to make them proud). As I became an adult I continued to try and please my parents and continued to go to church and do as I was told...and then tried to please those around me in my church. I got married at 17 and had my first child at 18. I always worried what others would think of me because I was raised with this kind of mindset instilled in me. My actions reflected on my Dad as the spiritual leader of our community so I learned to worry what others thought of my actions.

It wasn't until I had my fourth child that I discovered this truly remarkable thing...computer and internet. I grew up in a very small town that was about as hillbilly and backwoods as you can get. I was shocked and so excited to find out there was really a world away from those dirt roads.

Questioning...

It was when I was about 35 yrs old that I seriously began to question all the things I had been taught to believe. It occurred to me that I had never really done much thinking for myself. I just did what I was told, I believed what I was told and I was passing this on to my own children. I simply no longer knew what I believed or felt about much of anything. One thing I was certain about, I did not love my husband and wanted out of my marriage. I began to pull away from everyone that tried to tell me what to think and how to feel. This really upset my family but for once I stood my ground. I started to listen to real music and found I not only liked it but it wasn't even close to being as bad as I had been led to believe. LOL

The night...

There was one particular night that I will never forget. My husband and children wanted me to go with them to a certain function that I didn't want to attend. They did everything in their power to make me feel guilty and I finally gave in. I got dressed in my new silk dress that my husband had bought for me as part of the bribe to do what he wanted. I put on the new shoes that were also given to me. I remember how I felt as I got dressed. I was so unhappy, so sad. I felt like the air was being sucked out of my lungs, my very life.

It had begun to rain outside. As I dragged my feet in getting ready to leave with my family, I could hear them telling me to hurry up before we were late. I came out and felt like the world was sitting on my shoulders. As I came into the room, my family got up to leave. As I started to follow them I found myself rooted to the floor. I literally could not move. As they got to the door and realized I was not following them they began to panic and encourage me to go with them. When this didn't work the tears started and the begging began. My heart was breaking but I KNEW I could not go. I refused to leave with them and they all left at that point pretty damn pissed off.

The Crossroads...

After my family left, I walked to my patio door and cracked it open. It had begun to rain pretty hard at that point. I could feel the soft mist of the rain blowing into my face. As I stood there looking out into my backyard I knew I was at a very critical crossroads in my life. I felt like the door I was standing before was literally representing where my life was at that moment. I had a decision to make. I could stand where I was, close the door and go on and be the obedient daughter, wife and mother and stop questioning and desiring to experience the world around me...OR...I could step through the door and begin a journey of SELF discovery. I knew if I walked through the door I could never turn around and go back through it again.

My Rain Dance...

I walked through the door, into the rain. My beautiful silk dress was being drenched. I raised my face to the rain and to the heavens and made a vow to myself that I would never again allow someone else to do my thinking for me. I was going to live life...my life, my way. I felt like a million pounds had been lifted from my shoulders and my soul. I started playing under the drain spout at the side of the house...then ended up dancing out in my yard like some kind of lunatic. At the bottom of my yard was a privacy fence (back of the yard) and because there was a slight incline, when it rained it tended to end up being a small swimming pool. I was laughing and maybe even crying a bit...and ended up in the "pool". I was having the time of my life. I had never been allowed as a child to play in the rain. My poor dress was ruined...my new shoes where...who the hell knew. LOL

Observed...

The rain was pounding down very hard and I was making so much noise myself that I did not realize someone had come into my backyard until I heard a voice say to me..."SuSu, are you OK?"

There stood my EXTREMELY sexy neighbor Jordan. Even though I had not talked to him often I had most certainly noticed him on many occasions. I knew that he was recently divorced..and he had rock hard abs and a tight ass. I had admired him on many occasions and he was the source of my fantasy each night when I went to bed. I had seen him checking me out on several occasions as well and had even flirted with me a couple of times.

As I stood up from the pool I was very aware that my silk dress was plastered to my body and hiked up against one hip. I pushed the hair out of my eyes and very slowly looked him up and down since this was exactly what he was doing to me. I said.."just taking a nice swim in the pool, Jordan...Wanna join me?"

My journey began...

From that point on I was determined to experience it all. I would never take anyone's word for telling me what was good or bad or acceptable. I would discover for myself. Over the years I have had many experiences on my journey to discover who I am. I still am discovering things about myself...its a never ending journey.

I have learned the value of peace of mind, acceptance of ones right to be who they truly are, loving unconditionally, and the true joy of giving unselfishly.

Virgin Spanking

I have never been spanked. Ever. Well yes, I have had the swats on the ass during sex. That's not a spanking.

I have a fantasy. My virgin spanking. As I close my eyes I can see it unfolding before me, and as I lay here in my bed...my breath catches and already I can feel the excitement, anticipation, longing, the need and even fear.

I'm standing in a room...it's a beautiful room but I am unaware of my surroundings because YOU have entered the room. YOU fill the room with your presence. In that moment, nothing else matters because YOU are here...YOU have come home to me.

I'm dressed exactly as YOU have told me to dress. I've known all day that THIS was the time my heart and soul would be given to YOU completely. As I stand there trembling, I can feel the hem of my black skirt, teasing my thighs. I find it hard to breathe, and the red silk blouse tightens across my breasts.

Self doubt hits me and I feel a moment of panic...OMG what if he doesn't desire me? What if he changes his mind? What if he doesn't want me? What if... And YOU walk towards me. I look into your eyes, and all doubt is gone. I can see....YOU...I can see me*...and I can see US.

YOU slowly look me up and down, not missing a single detail. YOU reach out and adjust the front of my blouse. Your hands feel warm through the silk of my blouse and I long to step forward, and feel your body closer to mine. I wait.

YOU lean forward and softly whisper in my ear, "Sugar, it's time". Your hot breath against my ear and neck, sends delicious shivers up and down my spine. God how I long to take that step towards YOU so it would bring me into your arms. I wait.

YOU hold out your hand to me. In that moment I know, you are giving me a choice. YOU did not reach out and TAKE my hand, YOU offered your hand. There is no hesitation. The decision was made long ago. I will go, I will stay, I will breath...for YOU.

I place my hand into yours. Your fingers close around mine and I know YOU can feel the clamminess of my palm. I know YOU understand what this moment means to me...and to YOU. YOU squeeze my hand for reassurance and I am so very grateful.

My red high heels make a soft tap tap tap sound as YOU lead me over to the chair. The chair. YOU had called earlier that morning and instructed me on where to place the chair. During my day, each time I passed the chair, I was reminded what it represented and the part the chair would play in my offering. This would never again be an ordinary chair. It would become OUR chair.

My stomach is in knots and I continue to tremble. YOU lead me to the chair, OUR chair. YOU turn and softly run the back of your finger up and down my cheek. I close my eyes, and feel myself calming with each stroke of your finger. "Are you ready, sugar?". I look into your eyes and what I see there, leaves no doubt in my mind that this is what I want...this is what I need...this belongs to YOU and only YOU. "Yes, I'm ready", I answer in a clear and strong voice.

YOU sit down in our chair, and tug my hand. Your hand moves to my upper arm as YOU pull me down. My heart is hammering so hard I think it might burst through my chest.

YOU pull me down until I am laying across your lap. YOU say "sugar place your hands behind your back and keep them there". I place my hands at the small of my back. I wait.

Your hands run over my bottom, and down the back of my thighs, and over the top of my hose. YOU run your finger under the top of my hose...and then quickly pull it up and release it so it snaps against my thigh. I jump, not in pain but in sweet sweet anticipation. Your hand runs up the back of my thighs, slowly. Your touch is so soft against my skin. I want more. I can't stop. I need to feel your hand more firmly against my skin. I try to push my thighs and bottom towards your hand. Your other hand is placed on the center of my back as you press down. I know you want me to be still. I try to calm myself. Slow my breathing. YOU wait for me to calm. I wait.

When finally I am still and my breathing has become as close to normal as I am going to be able to achieve right now, your hand begins to slowly slide under my skirt. Your hand goes higher, traveling across my ass. God I love the feel of your hands on me. I push my ass upwards towards your hand. I softly moan when you begin to squeeze and caress my ass.

You flip my dress up over my back. My pretty pink and white frilly panties covers my ass. I've always known that these were the panties I had to wear for this moment. I feel a moment of naughtiness and can't resist wiggling my ass. YOU laugh softly in appreciation of my playfulness. I begin to giggle. YOU grip my ass tightly and I immediately stop giggling. I wait.

My breath catches as YOU begin to pull my pink and white frilly panties down. You tug until they are now down around my lower thighs. God I can't breathe. Your hand caresses my ass again. I begin to tremble again. My arms and shoulders ache from the effort to keep my hands behind my back. I wait.

YOU say " Tell me sugar, "....and my reply is "I belong to YOU.
I moan loudly as your hand comes down and makes contact with my ass.
I wait...no more.

**update...I've sorta kinda been spanked now. LOL

Hot Springs

I have a very good friend that lives in Korea right now. He mentioned to me earlier about having public spas there and it reminded me of something that happened to me many years ago.

In Hot Springs, AR they have natural hot spring spas. Some of public and some you can choose how many ppl you want in the spa with you even though it is still public.

Once many years ago, I went to the public spa for the first time by myself. I decided I wanted to try one of the smaller size spas, so requested a pool that held no more than 6 ppl. Anything lower than that started to get expensive. So I was taken to this pool and when I arrived a couple ppl were just leaving and only one other couple was there. It appeared they had just gotten there since her top was still dry.

I wade into the pool and go to the opposite side which was still extremely close to the two of them. I put my head under the water and got my hair wet and then closed my eyes and lay my head by against the edge of the pool. The pool was about 3-4 ft deep from what I can recall. I was laying with my head back and just beginning to relax when I heard a noise. Looking up I saw the man was getting out of the pool. He opened the door and flipped our pool sign over, so that it now read, FULL. This indicated to the ppl that worked at the spa that there was no more room in the pool for others to join. I didn't think much of it, just thought he didn't like lots of ppl and was "cheating" a bit.

I again closed my eyes and started to relax. I began doing deep breathing exercises and letting my limbs become limp. I heard a noise again and opened my eyes. The girls top was gone and the man had her nipple in his mouth sucking on it. He was looking directly at me. I was at first stunned but wow this turned me on. She had her eyes closed and was very much enjoying what he was doing to her.

I just looked back at him. I remember he had the most vivid green eyes I had ever seen, with really long eye lashes, any woman would kill for. He was very handsome. VERY handsome. She was extremely beautiful as well. He would suck on her nipple and then stretch it up with his teeth and just hold it there then let it slide through his teeth a little at a time and she would MOAN like crazy.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him and what he was doing. I was totally mesmerized. At that time I had never watched anyone have sex before except for the occasional porn. I was surprised at how brazen and openly I was watching them. The guy kept watching ME for my reaction. I think he liked what he saw:)

He put his hand under the water and I knew he was fingering her pussy. She was moaning louder now and saying..ahhh....ahhh ohhhhh. The water was beginning to make little waves because of how fast he was finger fucking her...then he just stopped right before I knew she was about to cum. He was still watching me. He raised his head and just looked directly at my chest...my rather LARGE chest I might add. This was before my reduction. One of my hands was clamped on my breast and massaging it through the top of my bikini. I didn't even realize I had started touching myself there. I looked back up at him and he was smiling.

He put both hands under the water and lifted her a bit. When his hand came out of the water, he tossed the bottom of her bikini onto the side of the pool. At this point he had pulled her up against his chest and I could see her face over his shoulder. She looked directly at me , as he lifted her up and she put her legs around his waist. Her head dipped backwards a bit and she moaned again. I knew that he was sitting her down on his cock and filling her up. I wanted to see his cock. I was DYING to see his cock buried in this beautiful and sexy woman's pussy.

I slid my hand under my bikini bottom and started to rub my clit. This was so hot. I watched as she started lifting herself up and down on his cock...and we just kept looking into on another's eyes over the top of his shoulders. The faster she fucked him the faster my fingers moved in and out of my pussy. I couldn't help it...I let out a really loud moan. The guy turned slightly towards me so he could see me, and the woman turned her head so that she had her head laying against his shoulder and could still see me. He put his hands under her ass and I watched as he would lift her and slam her down on his cock. The water in the pool was really making waves by now, some even going up over the side onto the floor.

I would look into the woman's eyes and then look at the man. He then walked closer to the side of the pool and leaned her back against it. I had a good sideways view of both of them. They were about 4 ft from me at the most. He hooked his arms under her legs and she put her arms out flat across the top edge of the pool. BOTH of them kept watching me. He started to pound into her pussy like crazy. Water was going everywhere. I was so close to cumming. I was soooooo close but I desperately wanted to cum with that woman. She was moaning and I was moaning. The man was grunting like crazy. He said something but it was not English. I think maybe French. She threw her head back and closed her eyes but he said something to her very sternly and she immediately whipped her head back up and looked at me again. I'm pretty sure he told her to not look away from me. The man turned towards me and I had difficulty looking away from the woman. The emotions on her face were so raw and sensual. I had never seen anything so sexy in all my life.

I finally tore my eyes away from her and looked at the man. He began to talk very low...while he was still pounding into her pussy. As he was talking, he would glance down towards my hand that was under the water and nod. Then he began to talk faster...and even faster...and a bit louder. The woman and I were moaning loud enough to wake the dead. I had to reach out and grab the side of the pool in order to steady myself because he was making the water slosh around so much I couldn't stay still. My fingers were rubbing like crazy against my clit.

The guy slides the woman along the side of the pool until only inches separated the two of us. And our faces were almost touching. I could see the small yellow specks in her amber eyes. We just looked at one another...and we both started to cum at the same time. I remember how her eyes rolled back into head for a few seconds and I knew I was doing the same thing. Then we were looking at one another again. I'm not sure how it happened but somehow my forehead and her forehead had ended up resting against one another.

Our breathing was in sync. We both started to drift down. As we did, we began to smile at one another. She lifted her forehead away from mine and giggled. She then wrapped her arms around her lovers neck and they shared a very long and heated kiss. When they pulled apart, he smiled at me and bent over and place a light and playful kiss on my cheek.

He put her down and they both waded to the side of the pool. He helped to lift her up so that she could stand and retrieve her bathing suit. They talked in their native language, as she got dressed. He playfully slapped her on the ass a couple of times and she flicked her towel at him. He grabbed her and began to tickle her. They ended up in another long kiss. I just sat in the water, hanging to the side of the pool at watched this scene before my wondering eyes. I think I was in a bit of a shock.

The man took her by the hand and they began to walk to the door. As they opened the door they stopped and looked back at me for just a second. The woman gave me a half wave as they walked out the door.

I remember thinking...I'm coming back to this fucking spa next week!

Seriously true story.