I am supposed to talk about the very best time that I ever had with Dan, and there is one time that stands out. I suppose that we had a lot of good times, but this was really special, because it was so. . . Erotic. A few months ago, Dan and I played hooky from work, taking a long weekend, even though there was not a holiday. We wanted to get away for a romantic weekend, so we called in sick late Thursday night, with a fever. “Romantic Fever” would be the medical diagnosis I think. Dan DID have to go to the office on Friday, but he left early, as he did not feel “well“, either.

Anyway, we escaped from our responsibilities for just this one weekend, and rented a hotel away from all of the cares of the world. It was great! His cell phone wouldn’t even work way out there, and we were left completely on our own. I remember how much like a teenager I felt, with all the energy, desire, and enthusiasm, and none of the responsibility. It was heaven on Earth

Since I left first, I arrived before him, and he called me on his cell before he went out of range. I know that it may sound silly, but he wanted dinner, so I picked up Burger King for us. Somehow, lying on that hotel bed with Dan, Burger King became absolutely delicious, far surpassing the finest Filet Mignon. As we ate, I could sense his eyes on me, and I hoped that I passed inspection for him. I know that he did for me, his long, lean frame stretched out on the bed looked like a dream to me.

As we ate the greasy, half-cold food, our lips met, and I tasted him. He was wonderful, everything that I ever wanted in a lover. Dan is such a good kisser, I was completely at ease with him, and I felt myself melt a little bit inside as the onion rings grew cold. As he teased me, his lips meeting mine, his tongue probing gently, his hands running down my hips, I became more and more aroused.

My desire generated an idea. I had seen the Jacuzzi on our private balcony. I was glad that Dan had splurged and purchased a room with a private Jacuzzi at this point. I KNEW what I wanted to do to him, and what I wanted him to do to me, and the Jacuzzi made a perfect setting for my plan.

Since this was still at an early point in our relationship, we changed into swimsuits, and I was happy with the hours of shopping that I had done to get just the right look from my suit. Dan wore a standard suit, fashionable, but a little boring. For my part, I had a cute little suit that I thought brought out my best features, while hiding my “caboose”. Anyway, we changed in the restroom (like we didn’t have plans to spend the whole weekend naked), and went to the Jacuzzi outside.

The weather was perfect, warm but not too humid, and the temperature of the water matched my mood, a little bit hot. He looked so good as he came through the sliding glass door, I had never noticed his body hair before. His chest was perfect, with some hair, but not looking like a baboon or anything the way that some guys get. I like his legs too, long and tapered, but with defined muscles, not one of these men who have skinny legs. His body fit my ideal type, I suppose, but then what woman wouldn’t want him? Regardless, I felt a hollowness in the pit of my stomach as he came out and climbed in with me, and a certain arousal started at the sight of him. He was gorgeous.

And he knew what he was doing to me too. He brought a bottle of wine and a wine bucket with him, a nice white wine, a bit on the dry side, which I like. I remember wondering HOW he knew my taste in wine, the same way that he seemed to know everything that I like.

A glass of wine, a private balcony, and a hot tub. Is it any wonder that I wasted little time in sliding over, between his legs, leaning back against him, sipping the wine? For Dan’s part, he wasted no time, his fingertips trailing across my chest, up high, teasing. He knew how to bring variety to the experience too, his hands kneading my shoulders with JUST the right touch, plenty of pressure, but not so hard as to hurt.

But there was no question as to his ultimate purpose, as his lips glided over my earlobes, I could feel his erection begin against my back. I wanted so much to turn and grab him, but I also wanted this moment to last forever, the desire, the passion, the shared arousal, both our bodies desperate for the other, our minds and souls reaching out.

In a strange way, this need, one for the other, was the attraction. It was not just the physical, though that was certainly a big part, but also the joining that our spirits sought. I could feel it for him, and I trusted that he felt it for me.

I KNEW that he wanted me as his hands rubbed my neck, and teased across the tops of my breasts. But I could almost hear him say “not yet, not yet”, as I strained for him, wanting him to take me. But he did not, his hands reaching behind me, pulling the string on my top. I was mad with desire at this point, my legs squeezing together, my heart racing as I anticipated his penis entering me. But Dan would not give me release, his hands trailing just under the top edge of my bikini bra.

He stopped, cuddling me, which I appreciated, but wanting more, always more. My passion was in full flame now, and nothing mattered to me. And Dan wasn’t helping the situation any, his fingertips searching now, sliding under my top, just teasing my erect nipples. I could feel the wetness, oh my god, I wanted him at that moment. But he seemed determined to tease me to the breaking point, so I took matters into my own hands, literally in this case. Turning, I reached toward his crotch, and felt his erect penis. He was engorged, and I was very pleased with the thought of having him soon.

But I know Dan, and I also knew that I would need to encourage him a bit. So I pulled his trunks from him, and watched as his penis came free. Discarding his trunks (thank goodness they didn’t go over the rail), I put my hands under him, raising his firm butt. This resulted in his erection rising out of the water inches from my waiting mouth. What else could I do? I bent over, and ran my tongue down the underside of his cock, teasing him back. I could tell that all of the attention that he had paid to me had had an effect on him too, as he moaned, pressing forward, wanting to thrust into my mouth to the hilt. But I would not let him, at least not yet. Yes, I wanted his shaft sliding between my lips, and also wanted to feel the little hairs on the base of his penis against my lips. But not yet, not just yet.

I loved hearing him moan as I teased him. I could taste just a bit of pre-cum, the slippery fluid seeping from him, and I knew that he was as hot as I was. They say that paybacks are hell, and I know that I sent him to both heaven and hell as I went down on him.

But this level of tension could not last, and it was not long before he grabbed me, pulling me up to ride him. I certainly had no problem with sliding his erection between my labia, feeling his hardness part me, teasing my clitoris as he went past. The water was heavenly, I had never done this in the water before, but a jet sprayed across his balls, deflecting up into my clitoris, adding to the pleasure that I felt as he entered me. And he was so big, huge, swollen, straining for me. I could feel him rubbing past my G spot, and there are no words to share.

As he thrust upward, I settled down on him, meeting him, feeling him press against me inside, the hot water only adding to my building orgasm. Oh my god, it was wonderful. My eyes crossed, and all conscious thought ceased as the waves of pleasure overcame me. I was washed away, riding him, feeling him swell even further, his penis spurting into me as I reached the edge of that cliff. It seemed to last forever, a timeless time.

Of course, there is more, the way that he whispered to me, and held me, and let me know how special that I am to him. I think that it is the afterward that I most appreciate. He has always respected me, and treated me like a lady, even when I wanted to do the most naughty things with him.