At the end of the room were double doors leading out onto a patio. It was now
uncomfortably warm in the studio, so in mid-waltz, I led us out onto the patio where we
continued to dance. The cool air felt wonderful after the hot lights inside. After a
minute, Cheree rested her head on my shoulder – I could feel her breath on the side of my
neck. Eddie Jr. responded immediately and began to swell. Cheree couldn't help but feel
it. At first, the pressure of her body against me increased ever so slightly. Then she
began to rub her thighs against me – I could feel the friction against my hardening cock.
She whispered in my ear, "Eddie, could I interest you in a soak in the hot tub?"
"That would be great," I replied, my voice strained. "What about a bathing suit?"
"Oh, we never wear them in the hot tub," she said smiling.
I then noticed the large covered tub off to one side of the patio. She pulled back the
lid and said, "Jump in, Eddie. I'll go get us a couple of cold drinks."
When she disappeared inside, I peeled off my duds and hopped in. Some jets started up,
producing volumes of bubbles – I guess Cheree had turned them on from inside. The lights
went out in the dance studio – it was now quite dark here on the patio, with just a few
moon lights around the edges, throwing dark shadows.
Out came Cheree, now in a robe, carrying two bottles of diet coke. The robe fell to the
deck and she quickly joined me, placing a coke next to my elbow. It felt incredibly good
sitting next to her submerged to our shoulders, the bubbles and hot water jets massaging
our bodies after hours of dance practice.
I put my arm around her and she leaned into me. Then in the dark swirling water, I felt
her hand slide down my inner thigh to my cock. She first held it near the head, and then
slid her hand down its length, as though checking it out. "Good Lord," she whispered. We
began some serious necking and I explored her entire body, too – she was more like a
teenager than a woman in her mid thirties.
One of her hands was massaging my scrotum. I spread my legs to provide more access. Now a
long slim finger slid between my buttocks, gently rubbing everywhere.
"I have to warn you; what you're doing feels so good, I'm going to foul your hot tub
pretty soon."
"Well, we can't have that, can we?" purred Cheree. "At least, not yet. Jump up and sit on
the edge of the tub, Eddie. I'd like to have a better look at you."
I complied, and seconds later, the two of us were sitting on the edge with our feet in
the tub. Cheree seemed fascinated with my cock, inspecting every inch, and gently rubbing,
licking and kissing its entire length.
"Eddie," said Cheree, "I've seen a lot of men in my short life, and many large cocks. But
this is by far, the largest of them all. It's truly beautiful – you're a very lucky guy."
I didn't now to respond. "Sometimes it's more trouble than it's worth..." I mumbled.
The music was still playing in the dance studio, and a song started with a perfect slow
dance pace. Cheree took my hand and gently pulled me back onto the patio. She lifted both
her arms over my shoulders, and we began to dance. With my arms around her waist, at first
we did proper waltz steps, but Eddie Jr was enjoying this too much, and soon protruded
rudely between Cheree's thighs. She reached down, and directed the tip upwards towards her
sopping wet pussy. Natural lubricant was pouring out of her, oozing down the insides of
her thighs and soaking my cock. Our bodies were still wet with water from the tub, and we
left strange wet footprints on the smooth cement of the patio. By dancing on her tiptoes,
and me crouching a bit, the tip of my cock was now positioned perfectly, and it slipped
upwards into Cheree. With some firm pressure and gentle thrusts, I felt the full tightness
of Cheree's sopping wet tunnel, as more and more of my cock slid into her.
We couldn't dance properly anymore, but we swayed in time to the music and gently made
our way around the patio in time to the music, my cock embedded in Cheree's streaming
pussy – she moaned gently in my ear.
It occurred to me that Cheree was able to accommodate more of Eddie Jr than any of my
previous partners. After a minute I was able to stop worrying about hurting her, and
thoroughly enjoy the experience.
Cheree now smiled and backed away – I felt cool air on my wet cock as I slipped out of
her. She moved into me again and ground her pelvis against mine. "I have never been fucked
like this in my life. Do it Eddie, fuck me hard with your magnificent cock."
I backed her up against the tub, lifting her butt up onto the edge, and began to plow
into her, pumping in and out like a piston in a diesel engine. She wrapped her legs around
my waist, her arms still around my neck. I could sense that she was close – now her back
arched backward and she let out a long guttural rasping groan. Her entire body vibrated
and shook in a series of spasms.
Now I slipped out of her again, and spun her so she was standing facing away from me, her
arms supporting her on the edge of the tub. I slipped my cock between her perfect
buttocks, coated and glistening with her lubricant, and rubbed it up and down, trying to
catch my breath. I pushed harder, and Eddie Jr slithered between her cheeks and thighs
until my pelvis was pressed tight against her buttocks. Now at least four inches of my
cock jutted out in front of her. She grabbed it and rubbed the head in her fisted hand. I
pulled back, and her hand followed, lifting the tip, directing it to her pussy. I thrust
and buried Eddie Jr. deeply inside her tight hole.
I pumped slowly at first; then faster and faster. Cheree was gasping louder and louder in
perfect time with my thrusts. I could feel the end of my cock battering the depths of her
pussy; I could no longer hold back. Now I could feel the liquid hot pressure building deep
inside me – spreading upward like a wildfire. In a few seconds, a long pulsing series of
spasms racked my entire body, as my cock pumped and pumped an impossible quantity of cum
up inside her. I could feel Cheree coming – a long mangled raspy cry signaled that she was
there, too.
After a minute, I finally began to relax, and felt a hot stream of cum running out of
Cheree's pussy, down my cock and our legs, spilling onto the patio below. We just hugged
and gasped, trying to get our breathing back under control.
Later, as I was leaving, she whispered in my ear, "You're welcome back for refresher
lessons whenever you want, lover..."
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