My Nude Second Date

Hot Tub Date part 3

The date had come - Friday January 5.

It was an uncharacteristically sunny January afternoon. Perfect weather for a hot tub date.

I could barely sleep the night before.
I was thinking of all the different ways I may try to lure him to get a kiss.
Maybe I would ask him to play truth or dare.
Instead of sleeping, I would run through an assortment of sexy but innocent scenarios that may happen between us.
I wondered, “what do you wear to a date that you are taking your clothes on?”

The time came and I drove to meet him.
He was there.
This was the second time we were hanging out in person.
He was just as hot as I remembered.
He was waiting in the lobby and gave me a hug as I walked through the door.
The walk from the lobby to the room with our hottub felt like an eternity. Each step was a practice of deep meditation.

My mind was going all over the place. I walked slowly to slow down my mind. I wanted to be present for this date. We had 1 hour. I wanted to make sure I enjoyed this date as an adult woman and not as the insecure teenager Shirley who seemed to treat every good looking men like they were doing her a favor by giving her attention.

Teenager Shirley was insecure.
When I look at photos of her, I see her beautiful brown smooth skin, sweet dark curly hair, and big curious eyes. I see perfection. She’s smart, funny, she loves photography, clothes, and boys. She wishes she was skinnier. She thinks that is the answer to all her problems. She thinks if she was just skinnier - everyone would like her more and her life would improve.

She is pretty sad. Depressed sometimes. She chalks it up to not being prettier or skinnier. But there is a whole bunch of emotions she cannot tolerate feeling. So obsessing about her inadequate looks seems to be the most within reach and typical amongst girls her age.

It was complicated. Sometimes she would be surprised that a cute boy would like her. Would surprise her when she got a phone call from one at home. And as she moved from middle to high school, there were quite a few boys who liked her. Yet, it still surprised her. Somehow she could not believe they would like her.

I did not want that adolescent on a date with Caleb. I needed to hang out with her a lot leading up to the date. I would have dance parties with her in my living room, journal, and paint my nails with her. Part of my inner child/adolescent/teen practices mean having very visceral time together that soothes both of us and creates clear age-appropriate outlets for those parts. I was very clear - she was to be no where near this hot tub! It would be unfair to have her on a date with a grown man. I did not want to do that to her/me.

So I walked slowly.
We entered through the doors and he closed it behind me. I could tell he maybe was a little outside of his comfort zone. He was looking around the room.

I confidently announced, “I just took a shower at home so I am going to just get right in.” I undressed myself quickly and hung up my red sweater jumpsuit and began to walk up the stairs and into the tub. I secretly looked back while I was naked and walking into the tub. I caught him taking a glance at me. I liked it.

He started to follow and took his clothes off, neatly folding them. I noticed he had a pair of swim trunks on under his pants. He took those off. And took a quick shower and started to walk over to the tub. His smooth brown skin and muscular body that my imagination had predicted. As he walked to the tub, I could see that his penis was erect. I quickly looked away, but was extremely relieved in what I saw.

He came and sat down next to me.
He asked me, “So how was your week?” as he put his hand on my thigh.
I nearly jumped out of the hottub.
I felt an electrical current run through my whole body feeling the palm of his hand gently touch my thigh.
I quickly responded, “Good! How about yours?”

We are talking about all types of things. We are making eye contact. I feel curious why I am not making a move. We keep talking. It gets silent. The kind of silence where if you can hold the silence long enough, something magical will emerge.

I hear him say, “Show me yourself.”

I stand up - my breasts and nipples fully visible. I reach for his hands as I walk toward him. I feel a little shy and excited. I walk toward him and our lips meet. We start kissing. I kiss slow - I want to savor every sensation and every piece of his soft lips. He hugs me - ouur bodies pressed together. He squeezes me close and grabs my ass.

We keep talking.

Takling and kissing.

I can feel his hard penis pressing toward me. It feels amazing. We kiss. He sucks on my breasts. I touch his penis. He tells me how sexy I am.

THere is a knock on the door. The staff is telling us we have 10 minutes left in the room.

We use the last 10 minutes to suck each others’ togues and slowly put our tongues in each others mouths. I sit on his lap and stroke his penis as we kiss and he cups my breasts.

It’s time to get dressed.

Sixty minutes of consensual purely adult pleasure.
I savored every second of that hour.

It takes me every ounce of energy I have to not float away. I literally am on a cloud. I can barely walk. My body is in pure ecstasy and buzzing. The chemistry is beyond what I could have imagined in my fantasies.

The woman in me is absolutely sure he is attracted to her. No doubts about it.