SQUEAKY CLEAN GET AWAY
Solomon groaned, her soles killing her in her costume’s four-inch heels, and almost sat back down. But, damnit, this video game convention was her favorite time of year. It was her geek Halloween, her nerd Christmas. She was not going to spend it passed out on a hotel bed. She flexed her poor feet and gritted her teeth. “Let’s go.”
Fighting a giggle, Max waved Solomon back. “Sit down, you look like you’re about to fall over.” Max unzipped her own boots and kicked them off. She wiggled her eyebrows. “How about a hot tub break?” She stood and began to take off the rest of her Captain Jolli Rouge costume. She turned on the faucet, filling the tub with warm, steaming water that called out to Solomon. “Come on, badass Mermaid Queen of the Seven Seas, your bubbly berth awaits.”
Solomon slanted Max a skeptical look. “Why should I listen to you, pirate?” She shook her head. “If I board your boat, it’ll mess up my hair and my makeup.” It’d taken her two hours to get it all right and would take two minutes in that steamy tub to ruin it.
Max just shrugged and stepped into the tub. “Just keep your head above the water and you should be fine.”
Solomon didn’t think that sounded right, but the sight of Max sighing as she lay back in the bath made Solomon want to throw caution to the wind. Grabbing a hair clip, she gathered her hair atop her head before peeling down her mermaid skirt and unhooking her seashell bra.
She stepped into the two-person hot tub, settling next to Max. The almost-too hot water made her skin tingle and the fragrant bubbles tickled. She stretched her legs beneath the water and felt her muscles ease. Closing her eyes, she sighed and sunk deeper beneath the bubbles.
“Feel better?” Max’s thumbs kneaded Solomon’s knotted neck muscles, her touch rough and deep, making Solomon moan softly.
God, yes. “It’s definitely helping.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I should be ready to plunder and pillage the oceans soon.” She settled deeper into the tub and into Max’s touch. “You know, maybe after a few days of this.”
Max tsked and shook her head. “So much for the badass Queen of the Sea. And after only one day! At this rate, I bet I could take you down at half-health and a hole in my hull.”
Solomon’s eyes widened before she splashed Max and her impudent mouth. “Saucy wench! Don’t make me summon my tidal wave attack.”
Max smirked. “Think it’s that easy to get me wet? Promises, promises.”
Saucy wench, indeed!
Max gave Solomon’s flank a slap before Max, with a devious smile, leaned over the side of the tub to drip and reach over the carpet for her own suitcase. “Hold on.” She unzipped the side pocket and dug deep. “I have a hidden treasure for you.”
With her hand clutching something, Max moved behind Solomon. Treasure, huh?
Solomon turned at a whirring sound behind her, but Max’s hand on the small of her back kept her in place. It wasn’t until she felt something buzz against her back that Solomon squeaked. “Is that your vibrator?” Was she giving her a massage with a vibrator?
Max chuckled and pushed against Solomon’s shoulders so she leaned against the porcelain edge. “Hey, if stores seeking to be family-friendly can sell vibrators as ‘personal massagers,’ then why can’t it go both ways?”
Solomon snorted. Because she knew where that toy had been!
But she supposed that was kind of the point. The idea of where that palm-sized, bean-shaped bit of silicone had been was…well, dirty, in every sense of the word. Solomon imagined the same buzz she was feeling playing on the silken folds of Max’s wet, warm flesh. Solomon swallowed hard, her mind now equating the gentle sweeps of the vibrator over her muscles with different kinds of strokes, the images in her mind making her body feel the simple touch deeper, in more intimate ways.
Solomon gasped when Max’s hand dove beneath the water to press the vibrator between her legs, against her taint.
Dear God!
She could feel the vibrations, rumbling from that cluster of nerves, deep within her body and along the length of her aroused flesh.
Solomon marveled at their bodies, the fit of them, the slip and feel of them against each other. How each move and touch sizzled. Breathing deep, Solomon dove deep into the pleasure Max promised...
To read the rest, check out my cosplay, sex toy, hot tub erotica story “Squeaky Clean Get Away” that plays with all the fun ways to get absolutely drenched.
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