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A Private Affair

The receptionist at Tubs was not the least bit shocked as I walked through the door with a guy who was at least 15 years my senior and was obviously not my boyfriend. She asked for our license and asked how many hours we would like the room. Oh my god am I really doing this? I realized just how seedy this was renting a hot tub room by the hour, gross! So here we were walking into this room with vinyl covered furniture, it must be for easy cleaning and a room that smelled more like chlorine than my chemical room in the lifeguard shack which was obviously trying to kill anything living.

Bob brought some champagne, which was such a mistake because as soon as he opened the bottle I downed two glasses straight away. Let this be known that I am a two drink maximum person; I only weigh 115lb so two drinks sends me soaring. The champagne definitely took the edge off straight away and my defenses were down. I had never done a private dance so I wasn’t really sure how I should start. He wanted to know if I wanted to go into the hot tub in the room so I said sure. We sat in there for a few minutes and then I thought about all the nasty stuff people do in this hot tub so I got out dried off, slipped on a pair of dry panties and started dancing.

Now, Bonnie was nowhere in sight and I wasn’t protected from his wandering hands and face. The thing was I really didn’t care all that much, I was buzzing and the heat from the hot tub made the buzz even more intense and nothing mattered at that point. The vinyl bench was really hard to dance on because it was the height of a bed so I climbed on top of the bench and danced hovering over him. This was a horrible position because my pussy was right in his face. He started to pull me into him and I didn’t really know how far I should let him go because again I didn’t really care. He started to kiss my inner thigh and I actually kind of liked it. I was so into the music and what I was doing I forgot who I was dancing for. He was trying to slip my panties off. Here I was topless standing over Bob who was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. When I looked down and realized what I was really doing I decided I need to make a change. I pushed him down on the bench and crawled over him rubbing my breasts up and down his chest playfully lifting his t-shirt putting my hands on his bare chest, lightly blowing on his stomach. Once I got down to his dick I slid off the bench and pulled him to the edge of the bench and started rubbing against him with my tits instead of my ass. I breathed heavily in his ears whispering if he liked my tits and I leaned into him whilst in between his thighs letting him run his hands over my nipples.

He was getting harder and harder and I didn’t want him to cum all over me so  after I few  songs right before he was about to burst I asked him if there was anything particular he wanted to do.  I was surprised he didn’t ask for sex but instead he pulled out a Polaroid camera and asked if he could take naked pictures of me. See the smart girl would have said no but the drunken girl said how would you like me to pose? I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me staring seductively at the camera and then I arched my back and let go of the towel. He took 4 or 5 pictures and I only let him keep 2. I still have some of those pictures and if you know me you would laugh because I was the girl in High School that didn’t have a boyfriend and would never have been in a compromising position but instead here I was sprawled out naked with my legs spread trying to look sexy for this ‘Regular’.

Thank God that hour went by really fast and it was time to leave but as I drove home still buzzing and replaying the entire day I felt sick. Sick, not because I drank too much but sick because I felt like I was becoming who I didn’t want to be and I had lost even more of who I was just for money. I learned a lot that day and one thing was that I can not ever let my guard down and drink one on one and the second thing was that I needed to feel the power to actually be in control and say no. That Saturday Bob was in control not me.