My boyfriend tries to be romantic. The problem is he’s really badly organised and is forever making silly mistakes, so often his plans end with us arguing because we’ve missed our train or he’s booked the restaurant for the wrong night. Our surprise trip away was no exception – while we caught our train (hallelujah), our accommodation was a hostel, in a bunk room with six beds. Oh, and it was overlooking a butcher’s shop, so when you looked out of the window all you could see was dead cow carcasses. Nice choice, Rob.*
I did try not to be annoyed, and I live by the mantra ‘it’s the thought that counts’, but sex was out of the question. I really wasn’t keen on the idea of climbing down off my top bunk and into his bed while French tourists snored around us. Still, he’d planned some nice trips out, including one to a famous spa, which we headed to one afternoon. It was a drizzly day, but we didn’t let it put us off and headed to the amazing rooftop pool, overlooking the city.
It’s naturally thermal, and the warm water was emitting this mystical steam. While the sky was grey, the view was undoubtedly beautiful. It was also strangely quiet for such a well-known tourist attraction – I guess the bad weather and it being midweek put people off. At first we took advantage of all the space by jumping about and play-wrestling in the water. Then Rob swam over to a corner and beckoned for me to join him, pulling me onto his lap. Straight away I could feel he was hard – and I almost swam away from him before he got any ideas. Then he started stroking my leg and tickling my inner thigh – a move he knows I can’t resist.
He began to nibble my ear and kiss my neck, and whispered, “Shall we?” By then I was so turned on, especially after having no action for the past few days. I glanced around to ensure the pool was still empty and nodded, pulling my bikini bottoms to one side. I then climbed on top, straddling him so we were facing each other, looking directly into each other’s eyes. I hoped if anyone did come in it would look as if we were just hugging, admiring the view. But maybe that was wishful thinking.
Rob managed to shimmy his trunks down around his knees and I manoeuvred him inside me, gasping at how different it felt to our usual sex. The buoyancy of the warm water meant I bobbed up and down, and we had to move more slowly than normal to stop the water splashing and giving us away. Between the water caressing my skin, and the gentle thrusts, it felt so sensual, but thrilling as we could get caught at any moment. Shivers ran up and down my body as his hands grasped and tugged at the side of my waist – and despite very little foreplay it wasn’t long until I felt myself reach the peak of orgasm.
I gripped his back and buried my face in his neck to stop myself from crying out as I came. Afterwards we quickly composed ourselves and left with huge grins on our faces. Later I saw from a few online reviews that we weren’t the only people to find that pool so irresistible, and plenty of couples have got frisky in the water. We’ll definitely be planning another visit…
*Names have been changed.
