An electric shock runs through me, and it is more distinct than before. I shiver as it spreads through me. Goosebumps form on my arms and I pant. As my clit pulses, I start to get turned on.
Suddenly, the gown drops to the ground, and I grab it fast. My butt is now inches from his junk and in full view.
I grab the gown, hike it up, and narrowly avoid his cock taking me in the butt. I scamper across to my towel, half my untouched butt still visible.
“You brute!” I growl, almost slipping on the now wet floor.
Dante drops back into the steaming water, and I use my towel to shield myself. I step from the dress into a towel, and I carefully lay the gown over the chair.
As I sit in my towel, I frown and sip my Campari. The cool air is starting to chill me, and I start to lose my nice drunk edge.
“It’s cold,” I say.
Dante opens his eyes, and he looks at me without emotion. “It is.” I peer down, and my nipples are erect through the thin old-fashioned towel.
“You rogue!” I huff. I take in the big old bath, and it is large and deep. I’m also drunk.
Screw it!
I walk over with my towel, my frustration, and my Campari. “Move over!”
“You cannot be serious,” Dante says, raising a brow for the first time.
“I’m joining you, but don’t you dare try to finger me.”
Dante makes a face. “In your dreams!”
“What the hell does that mean?” I ask, walking around the bath.
“You wish,” Dante growls.
I look for an easy entry point, as if preparing to attack his domination of the bath. I find the best way in—and it is naturally from behind.
It is also near his tight, rock-hard butt, so there is a bonus. “Shuffle forward. I’m going to take you from…”
“Behind?”
“Yes,” I huff as I step into the bath behind him. I toss my towel onto the old chair, and I climb into the water. I then push Dante forward with force.
The old-style bath is bigger and deeper than most modern ones, but it is not at all twice as long.
Dante grunts and shuffles forward as I drop in behind him. With him in front, and his thick cock pointing away, I should be safe.
Having his tight buns rub against me or between my legs, if that ever happens, will be workable. It may even be good!
I can even reach around and fist his cock if he gets too rude or insulting. I lay back and stay low in the water, then I push underneath him. The water is hot and steaming, and looking down, I see his tight butt.
How can I not?
It is now hovering in the water inches above my stomach, and I am basically now under him and it. He is now like a human blanket, and parts of us are touching.
My stomach tightens, and I try not to grab his buns and hold him to me. My clit throbs, and my body is turning traitorous.
Dante grumbles as he holds himself slightly above me to take the weight. After a long minute, he gives up and huffs, “Screw this. Coming down.”
Slowly, he drops softly onto me, and his butt is now over my hips and pelvis. Not bad, I guess. At least he’s not heavy.
As I lay drunk, I enjoy my odd, sharedspa.
