It had rained all morning, a steady downpour beating on the hollow bamboo roof. The rhythm of the raindrops did nothing to soothe the anxious beat of my heart. For three days all I could think about was Red and the feeling of our fingers curled together as I woke from the massage.
I tried to lose myself in a book, in my knitting, in a word game, but none of the usually relaxing pursuits could calm my mind or the pounding in my chest. The rain slowed and the only sounds surrounding me were the birds calling to each other as the storm clouds passed.
I stepped out into to grotto and onto the narrow stone path winding through the thick vegetation. Crystalline drops glistened on the lily pads floating in the nearby pond, and streams of water cascaded from the treetops. The erratic drips and splashes were all that accompanied the twittering of the birds.
At the end of the path I reached the tub, hidden in the small grotto by the surrounding jungle. The midnight blue tiles shimmered, made slick by the rain. I reached in and turned on the taps, running a cool bath I hoped would calm my nerves.
I stepped out of my robe and sandals, standing gloriously nude in the grotto, my skin kissed by sunbeams crisscrossing through the canopy. I’d never been fully nude outside, and the sense of freedom was exhilarating. Despite the privacy of the grotto, I wondered if anyone could see me. I pulled the glass toy from my pocket and watched it glisten in the sun.
I slid down into the tub, the cool water licking at my feverish skin. My nipples rose hard and tight, the flesh darkening as the blood rushed through my body. For days I’d felt the ache between my thighs, the dull throbbing of my clit each time the thought of Red came to mind. As I ran the tip of the glass over my full breasts I remembered Red in her bikini. Her surreptitious wink flashed to mind again.
I pulled my knees to my chest and let the water run between my thighs, hoping it would cool the unexplained passions. As the water pulsed between my swollen lips the image of Red called to me, and I slipped the glass into my wanting cunt. Her sweet little ass and the perfect dimples on her lower back. The curve of her hip as she lay on her side on the cushioned platform of the bungalow. The feeling of our hands curled together.
The ache in my cunt grew as the water flowed and I pumped the bulbous glass against my g-spot. With a hard pinch of each nipple I felt the warm rush of my orgasm: the heated tingling in my belly blossomed and the powerful clenches rippled through my body.
Lying in the cool water I slowly came back to myself, the ache momentarily soothed. And yet, I was unexpectedly engulfed with desire for a woman I’d never see again. That night I whispered my desires into his ear as we fucked under the drumming rain.
(Come back for Part 3 tomorrow. Get in some trouble in the meantime...)