Miranda pulled out her bathing suit and frowned. She hasn't worn it in years and hoped it fit because since then she has had a baby and gained weight.
Taking off her clothes Miranda pulled on the bottoms and then the top. Her ass was hanging out and those little triangles couldn't contain her ample breast, at least they covered her nipples.
Miranda wanted to laugh she looked like an exotic dancer, the only thing she was missing was the heels.
Sighing she sat on her bed. She couldn't swim like this, but then again she would be alone. Ben was probably asleep now and it was just them two living in the house anyway.
Miranda grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body. She opened her room door and looked around before stepping out into the hallway. She walked down stairs quietly and to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of wine and a glass, she walked to the indoor pool and spa.
She made her way to the hot tub. Miranda dipped her foot in and the water was hot. Walking over to the thermostat for the hot tub. She changed the temperature. She wanted the water to be warm.
Easing into the water she sat down and sighed leaning back.
Ben woke up with his muscles aching, sighing he thought about taking a hot shower. Sliding out of his bed he walked to his bathroom and cut it on.
After a while the steam filled the bathroom and he grabbed a towel, then it hit him Miranda always encouraged him to soak in warm water. Cutting the shower off he went to his dresser drawer and found some swimming trunks. Changing quickly he grabbed his towel and walked downstairs.
Making his way to the spa, he opened the door. Ben's eyes widened seeing Miranda sitting in the hot tub, her head was laid back on a towel and she was relaxing. He could see the hot pink of her bathing suit shining under the water and he desperately wanted a closer look.
Shutting the door hard Miranda's head snapped up in his direction.
"Sorry." Ben said sheepishly.
Miranda took in his bare chest, abs, and the perfect v line down to his swim trunks.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were asleep. Were you getting in the hot tub?" Miranda questioned finally looking at him in the eyes.
"I was. My muscles are sore." He informed her." But it's okay. You enjoy yourself." Ben said smoothly hoping she would offer for him to join her.
Miranda cursed mentally. The reality setting in that she was indeed in her skimpy bathing suit. It wasn't fair for her to hog the whole hot tub. was it? He came all the way down here and it is his house.
"No it's fine. Come get in and soak. It's big enough for two." Miranda said seriously.
"Are you sure?" Ben questioned.
"Of course."
Ben walked over slowly and had to prevent his mouth from dropping open. This bathing suit left little to imagine. Her perfect round breast sat up on their own. The bathing suit top didn't have an underwire. It was all her. He could see the fullness and sides of her breast. The perfect carmel skin.
She was amazing. Hell he might need to decline her offer and go back upstairs because he didn't know if his body would connect with his brain.
Ben stepped into the water and sat across from her.
"Do you feel better?" Miranda asked sipping her wine.
"Yeah thank you." He responded smiling.
Ben drunk some of her wine and she gasped.
"I hope you don't mind."
"No it's fine. I'm going to pour some more so it's enough for us to drink."
Ben watched as she turned and stood up to pour the wine. His eyes quickly landed on her ass in her bathing suit bottom. The material being practically swallowed.
This was his fantasy coming to life.
Miranda sat the glass down and looked at Ben. She noticed his face and he looked to be in discomforted.
"Here let me help you." Miranda said scooting closer. She took his leg and rubbed his thigh, knee, and calf muscles.
"Is this better?" Miranda asked softly unintentionally moving up his thigh.
"Mm-hm." Ben agreed clearing his throat a little.
"Ok great." She responded rubbing his leg more firmly.
"You're beautiful." Ben stated staring at her while she massaged his leg beneath the water.
Miranda's head shot up looking him in the eyes, "Ben." She said blushing.
"Miranda." He responded back way more intently causing her stomach to tingle. "Does that bother you when I say that?"
"No it doesn't." Miranda said softly staring into his eyes.
"Good because you're beautiful." Ben said staring back taking his wet hand and caressing her face.
He watched intently as her eyes swept from his lips back into his eyes. Leaning forward Ben pressed his lips against hers.
Miranda felt her body melt when his lips touched hers for the first time. His wet hands reached and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her lips softly at first, studying her. Deepening the kiss he sucked on her bottom lip opening her mouth with his.
Miranda's mind went blank taking her a moment to kiss him back. When her senses kicked in she kissed him back hard. She ran her tongue along his lips. Ben caught her tongue and sucked on it.
She wrapped her wet arms around his neck and pushed her turned body as close as she could get in the position they were in.
Taking a moment to breathe they looked at each other inquisitively and lustfully.
Ben's lips met hers again and her arms went to his shoulders, around his neck as she groaned into the embrace. As the kiss intensified, Miranda slid her hand down his chest, tracing a line under the water and gliding her fingers around his swim trunks finding him hard. He broke the kiss and playfully nibbled on her bottom lip with a gasp she began to stroke in long deep motions between them. Soon Miranda found herself straddling his legs and facing him. It felt so good to have his hands all over her bare back. She could feel him pressing against her through his swim trunks, and she started slowly rubbing herself against it. Ben responded to what she was doing and started gently thrusting in time with her.
"Do you mind if I untie this?" Ben asked, his fingers holding the end strings to the top of her bathing suit.
"Please do." Miranda whispered. Ben pulled the strings and she felt the tie at the top of her neck let go, and suddenly she was bare chested against him.
"Fuck, you're perfect." He breathed as his thumbs grazed over her nipples. They immediately became erect at his touch. Every part of her body was begging for more. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples more intently as he began kissing her fully pouty lips again.
Miranda instinctively started rubbing her lower half into his so she could feel the length of his member rubbing against her throbbing clit. She moaned loudly as he lifted one of her breasts to his mouth and flicked her nipple rapidly with his tongue.
Ben rubbed and massaged her left breast while he licked and sucked eagerly on her other. She was magnificent.
"Dam that feels so good." She moaned. Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck again and brought him closer to peck his lips.
Ben kept his hands on her hips, squeezing and dragging his nails along them, encouraging, drawing her in.
Standing suddenly Miranda stood in front of him. Ben grabbed onto the strings to her bathing suit and pulled them causing her bottoms to fall off.
"Damn." He groaned looking at her center leaning forward. He kissed her lower lips. Miranda shook as he kissed her center repeatedly. Grabbing onto her leg. He place it on the side of him so he could get better access.
Ben sat forward and grabbed her ass bringing her vagina to his mouth, he latched on sucking and licking her like he was eating a fruit. If she could compare it to anything it would be eating a juicy peach or nectarine.
"Shit." Miranda cursed placing her hand on his shoulder for balance.
"You taste so good." Ben moaned before flicking her clit.
Feeling herself about to burst Miranda pushed him back wobbly. She wasn't use to this.
"Take those off." She instructed breathing heavily.
Ben slid forward and removed his swim trunks putting them on the outside of the hot tub. Miranda immediately licked her lips and looked down at him.
Damn she thought. He was huge, long, and thick. She licked her lips at the thought.
Miranda straddled him again and slid her knees forward on the seat, she grabbed onto his thick penis and stroked him lightly. Rubbing his member against her clit repeatedly torturing them both. She felt the engorged head of his cock brushing her now-sensitive core. Her whole body was flushed, engaged and heightened to the situation. Her perky soft breasts erupted from the water line, enough to be complimented by the cool air around the tub and warmed as they slid back under the waves that were now being made by the motions of her pleasuring Ben against her aroused womanhood.
As Ben lowered his head to suck on her right breast, she slid her fingers away from his member and felt it push against her gently, grazing and setting her nerves on fire. She moved her hands to the side of her near-floating figure as Ben's hands pulled her up slightly and down, sliding her onto his aching penis.
"Oh God." Miranda moaned gripping his shoulder as he filled her.
Ben naturally moved back in the water, his back resting on the seat as Miranda sunk deeply on him. She arched hard sending her body drifting into the middle of the tub.
Miranda never thought she would be doing this ever. She hadn't had sex in a while and here she was sitting up - bolt upright - in a hot tub with her naked and some what boss/ some what client under her. Steam wisped around them as her breasts hovered above the water, her hips flexing on Ben's cock and her hands moving forward to his shoulders as he supported her.
There was a deep connection, the contrast of the warm water around their waists and yet cool air from the room itself had her feeling alive as she began to ride him.
"God, your amazing and so tight." Ben marveled as she moved on him.
"Fuck." Miranda breathed as Ben gripped her hips and pulled her down, so his powerful hips came to meet hers in a passionate wave making motion. The noise of splashing water, moans and grunts started to seep into the surroundings. Miranda couldn't help but to practically scream this mans name. The pleasure she was feeling was indescribable. She released ever-deepening gasps and groans, while Ben let out some deep lustful groans at the sight, sounds and feel of her.
Gripping onto the back of his neck harder Miranda looked straight into his beautiful brown eyes as she grinded on him.
"Dam Miranda," Ben groaned lifting her hips he sped up, pushing her back so that he could lean forward, and kiss her breasts. Miranda's back was arched and her head was surrounded by warm water. Thankful that Ben kept one hand on her side and the other on her lower back to keep her from submerging.
When Miranda saw that Ben was so close to his climax, she felt more aroused. She felt good that she could do this to him. He look powerful, but powerless under her.
"Shit." Miranda cursed as her body shook uncontrollably.
"Oh Goddd Bennn." Miranda came crying. Was she really crying or was her face wet from the water? She didn't know, but her legs were convulsing and it hadn't stopped. Feeling Ben's penis still pushing deep inside her. With four hard deep thrusts, he came.
"Miranda." Ben groaned into her breast and he shook. Miranda was relaxed and satisfied, her core was still gripping and milking his cock. Ben lean back looking at her closed eyes and parted lips.
They were both still panting and spasming.
Opening her eyes Miranda met his chocolate orbs staring at each other.
She wanted him again, but this was wrong he was paying her to do a job and this wasn't apart of it.
Ben could see in her eyes that her mind was racing. Kissing her lips Miranda kissed him back and moaned softly.
She could feel Ben grow hard inside her. Taking this as the greenlight Miranda smiled.
She discovered she liked being on top, but she needed something else. Reluctantly, Miranda eased off him. Ben sank to the seat under him and Miranda leaned forward for another deep and passionate kiss, her cool breasts warming in the water as they floated supported yet sensitive still.
Miranda knelt on the edge of the seat, her hands grazing over his aching member before moving to the other side of the tub, her back to him. She pressed the hot tub controls as Ben regained his composure. The tub burst into further life, and Miranda knelt facing out towards the other pool, almost mounting the powerful and well directed stream of intense pressure now firing into the tub.
"Fuck Miranda, you look so sexy!" Ben stammered looking at her bent over, water dripping down her body and her pink core on display.
"Take me." Miranda demanded before closing her eyes and losing herself to the sensations of water now pressing onto her clit as she held the edge of the tub.
Ben moved forward, crouching behind her in the deepest recess of the tub as Miranda spread, thighs parted enough to allow the full pleasure of the water to hit her most aroused areas and yet invite Ben's attention from behind.
Ben eagerly ran his hands over her partially submerged back, kissing her neck and shoulders as she writhed uncontrollably.
Miranda knew what was coming, she longed for it, her heightened sense of arousal was being maintained and unbelievably increased by the warm jet and the touch of his hands.
He again brought them to her hips, maneuvering them against his torso before bringing himself up to a taller stance behind her. Miranda could barely bring herself to look over her shoulder, such was the intensity of her position.
Ben rubbed himself up and down her slit teasing her making her legs shake. Finally he slid his manhood into her once more, her toes curled and a meaningful, well-audible groan escaped her lips.
"Oh my damn Benjamin Warren." She whimpered.
Ben pushed his hips close. The warmth and swelling of her grazed every inch of his throbbing organ. As Ben pushed deeper, He looked down as Miranda's hands were gripping the side of the tub in a white-knuckle fashion. He knew she was struggling to keep her self together.
Taking control, Ben gripped her hips and began fucking her in a rough, deep and persistent manner. This was all getting too much for Miranda, who was now moaning with each thrust on every breath, carrying the waves of pleasure out into the mist and panting that she could no longer manage to suppress. Lost in their own world, the water began spilling over the edges of the hot tub. But Ben persisted, reaching his right hand up he grabbed her brown hair, pulling her head back playfully so her breasts lifted above the water line.
Miranda groaned, animalistic and raw. She heard the loud slapping of her ass meeting his thighs and pelvis. She felt waves of pleasure building with each thrust, as Ben's engorged dick hit her over and over and the jet of warm water reverberated against her swollen lips.
"Yes Ben Fuck me..." Miranda shouted, before every ounce of her breath was held deep inside her, and she began an intense spasm. Erupting from her filled pussy down her thighs and shooting up her body, feeling her temperature raise and body ignite. She shuddered, hard. Her mouth was trying to form words, to tell him what he was doing to her, but nonsensical sounds was coming out as she came.
"Fuck yes Miranda, you're so wet and tight! And you feel so fucking good." Ben grunted. Miranda clenched her eyes closed, intensifying the waves of her orgasm overtaking her before looking back at Ben.
"You make me feel so good. Yes! Don't stop, don't stop." she commanded. This may have been the longest orgasm she has ever had.
She was moaning so loud she barely recognized her own voice. She could sense Ben slowing, prolonging, maintaining as long as he could. Miranda wasn't in the mood for this she wanted fast not slow- her hips began pushing back as her own climax began to subside... she put her head down and moved herself back onto Ben with a firm purpose.
"Oh shiiiit!" Ben panted, as he dug his fingers into her hips and drove him self into her one last, deep, intensifying time. He erupted, one... two...three and four times inside her. Gasping he placed his head onto her right shoulder, managing to plant several soft and welcoming kisses onto her neck and back.
Miranda wriggled, the pushing back onto him became a grind, the gripping became a squeeze as she milked every last drop of him inside of herself. As the tingles began to ease for them both... they looked up. The air was silent again, the evening was still... but Miranda had the feeling she wasn't done yet... with him at least.
Ben opened his eyes the next morning and looked at Miranda his face was nuzzled into her neck and his hands were holding her naked breast. Their legs were tangled together and spooning.
He had to stop himself from caressing her breast.
Miranda eyes fluttered open and she took in the situation. She was naked and laying in Ben's arms. She looked down as his hands were on her breast.
Flashes of last night came swarming back to her. The rounds in the hot tub and the rounds in his bed. He took care of her needs in a way her ex husband did not.
She wasn't use to oral sex, but she was adding that to the list of requirements. Her body was sore now she really needed to get back in the hot tub and use it for what it was intended for.
"Good morning." Ben mumbled into her neck.
"Morning." Miranda replied clearing her throat. She sat up some and he removed his hands. Miranda wrapped his black sheets around her body sitting up further.
Ben eyes slowly swept over her back and he bit his lip.
"So about--" they said simultaneously
"last night." Miranda stated
"And this morning." Ben added.
"We were both drinking and--
"Miranda I wasn't drunk and neither were you."
"I know that. That is not what I was going to say. What I was going to say is that drinking can cloud judgment and heightened certain senses or urges. Mistakes could have been made."
"Miranda sex one time is a mistake. Not four times in different rooms and positions. 9 orgasms isn't a mistake." Ben chuckled and Miranda pursed her lips before rolling her eyes heavily.
"Okay Benjamin Warren. What I'm trying to say is we can't do it again. This needs to be strictly a professional relationship. You have a reputation and so do I."
"Miranda I--"
"Ben please." Miranda said looking at him.
"Okay. I'm ordering breakfast from the place downtown." He informed her sliding off the bed.
Miranda couldn't help but to look him over her inside instantly turning into a puddle.
"Do you want something?" Ben asked turning to face her and Miranda looked away quickly.
Ben chuckled pulling on his boxers.
"Yeah, just get me what I had last time. Do you remember?'
"Yeah."
Ben did a few clicks on his phone before placing it on his dresser. Walking to his bathroom he cut the shower on. After taking a shower he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He expected Miranda to be gone but here she was laying in his bed staring up at the ceiling.
"You're still here."
"I couldn't um feel my legs." She mumbled softly and Ben started grinning.
"Shut it." Miranda rolled her eyes throwing a pillow at him.
"You know what they say the same thing, that causes it takes it out." He said confidently licking his lips.
"Uh that's my que. I'll bring your sheets back."
"I need to wash them anyway." Ben replied with a glint in his eye.
"You're so nasty." Miranda stammered blushing.
"You are too."
"Just let me know when the food is here." She said dragging the sheets wrapped around her.