Now it was right on the horizon, coming closer. He pounded her pussy harder, more for his need than for hers, and in moments it was on him.
“Oh, Jesus, Emma, I’m cumming, yesyesyes!” he shouted. He hoped the people in the next room hadn’t heard him, but right now he didn’t much care. His orgasm rolled over him, and he could feel his legs shaking. Emma’s hand was still rubbing her clit as if she was trying to erase a mistake.
As it wound down, he heard himself whispering, “Oh, yes, oh, yes.” He slowed until his dick was motionless inside her.
“Oh, my God, baby. I came so hard I’m afraid to move because I might fall down. Give me a minute, please.”
When he finally did pull out of her, slowly, he could see the cum dripping out of her cunt. He placed one hand on the wall turned slowly until the water splashed over his chest and now-limp dick. He felt her arms close around his waist.
“Are you supporting me to keep me from falling down? Thanks.”
“Just part of the service. That was a first. Another fantasy.”
“Really?” He removed the spray shower-head from its clip and passed it to her. She placed it between her legs and sprayed her pussy to wash off the cum.
“Yeah, another one of those scenes from one of the porn flicks, some hot young thing in the shower and her “step-dad” who looks like he’s only two years older than she is, comes into the bathroom naked and does one of those Oh-I-didn’t-know-you-were-in-here things and before you know it they’re screwing in the shower.
“Anyway, even if it was stupid there’s something about sex in the shower that I found hot. Though I never told anyone. You’re the first.” She found the soap and lathered her hand, then scrubbed out the inside of her pussy with her fingers. Kenny thought another erection might not be far off.
“It hadn’t been one of my fantasies, but I think it might become one now. I’ll be the step-dad.”
“I’ll make a note. I think I’m done. Let’s find some breakfast, okay?”
By the time he stepped out of the shower after washing his cock and balls, she was wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair. He toweled quickly and they both dressed. Her comment about breakfast made him aware that he was suddenly hungry.
They found the special hotel restaurant that was devoted solely to breakfast — and why they would need a special room just for breakfast was beyond him — and found a breakfast buffet already prepared. He loaded a plate with more than he usually ate, a bit of everything. She had scrambled eggs and bacon.
“So, we should see what’s available to do here, and make a plan. We can’t spend all of our time in the room.”
He was going to ask why not, then decided not to. She was right, they should spend some time together doing things other than sex.
She went on. “I haven’t looked at all the brochures, but the first one I picked up says they have a spa here, steam baths, mud baths, facials, pedicures, massages, the works. Something I’ve always wanted to try. My mother didn’t approve of those kinds of things, thought it was hedonistic and led to inappropriate behavior. Anyway, this is my chance. You’re welcome to tag along, but it’s probably going to be all women.”
“Uh, that’s fine. I’m sure there are plenty of things for discarded husbands to do here. The hotel’s been at this for a long time, they know the score.” She smiled and threw a piece of blueberry muffin at him.
“When we go back to the room,” she said, “I’ll call and make an appointment for later, and the two of us can look at the other options and make a plan.”
They finished and headed back upstairs. He was suddenly aware of how tired he was. He wouldn’t have traded that tired feeling for anything, considering how it had been earned, but it made him think about pacing. He loved that she was so into learning about her body and about sex, but he didn’t think he could keep up with her in the long run. Eventually they would find an equilibrium, but two more days like yesterday and he was going to have to check into a rest home.
Emma found that the spa had an opening in an hour, so they looked at the other amenities.
There was a pool, of course, and golf, horseback riding, volleyball, sailing or canoeing on the little lake, archery — it was like summer camp for adults. In the evening there were stage shows, a room for dancing, and so on. They picked a few that they thought sounded promising.
“Okay,” she said, “I should probably head down there. I’m guessing it’ll take about three hours, and I might want to get lunch after. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. I might take a walk. I might take a nap. I might find a pharmacy where they can give me multivitamins and blood plasma.”
“If I’d known you were so out of shape, I would have enrolled you in an exercise program before we got married. Okay, I’m off. See you later.”
The door clicked shut. He sat in the chair and put his arms behind his head. He was tired, but damn, he felt good. He thought about the past couple of days and wondered if it could get any better. He closed his eyes and when he woke he realized he’d been out for better than thirty minutes.
There was a knock on the door with the call “Maid service”, and he told them to come in. The middle-aged housekeeper nodded to him and proceeded to clean the bathroom and make the bed.
He thanked her as she left and made a mental note to leave a tip for them at the end of their stay.
While the cleaning had been going on, he had started thinking again about finding a pace that the two of them could live with. Emma was enthusiastic, eager, making up for lost time, wanting to try everything. He was a happy participant, but her ability to do return bouts far outpaced his. He would not be able to keep up with her, and he didn’t want her to become frustrated.
As the housekeeper closed the door behind her, he had an idea. I wonder if she’d like that, he thought. He got up and found the local phone directory in the credenza, and skimmed through it until he found a place not far away. He called the parking attendant from the list beside the phone and asked him to bring his rental car around.
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When he returned and used his keycard, he found her lying on the bed, reading.
“Have you been ‘spa-ed’?” he asked.
“Oh, yes, it was fabulous. I’m thinking I should buy a gift certificate for my mother. If she does it, it’ll loosen her right up. I did the mud bath, then a shower and a little time in the steam room. Then I got a manicure and a pedicure, and finally a real massage. By a Russian woman named Olga. So she told me. I wasn’t really sure. It could’ve been a Russian man named Pyotr, he or she was that big and muscular, huge hands and a deep voice. Anyway, by the time I got through, I was loose as a goose. The people from the bank will be here soon to arrange a loan to pay for the afternoon. Very competitive rates. Don’t look like that, I’m joking.
“Anyway, it was real nice, and there were a lot of other women there, some my age, and a lot of them newlyweds, as it turns out. So we got to talking and we wound up having lunch afterwards. Fun girls. I’ll tell you more later. What’d you do?”