They charged nearly 10,000 yen per night for this suite, and as such, the bath was large enough for several guests. Technically it wasn’t fully open-air; you had to raise the blinds and open the glass door in order to enjoy the scenery. Otherwise, the bath was strictly private.
I don’t think they intended it to be used for this, though!
“I thought you wanted to take a bath!”
“Yes, well, traditionally you’re supposed to give yourself a good scrub first, right? Let me help you with that.”
“Aah! Nnn…!”
A hand slid around to my front, slick with body wash, searching for my nipples. Teased by slippery fingertips, they rose to attention amid the suds.
“Aah!”
Even the gradual descent of the milky white soap felt like a teasing caress. Two pink seeds rose to the surface of the lather. But no amount of pinching made them vanish; if anything, the familiar ache only swelled further.
“Gah…!”
My moans echoed in the enclosed space, dampened by steam. But this foreplay was scarcely necessary—the feeling of his warm skin pressed against my back was more than enough to make my heart pound uncontrollably. His tight embrace made my chest ache with love. Strange how my body and heart were both drawn to him in the exact same way.
“Nnngh!”
Ushio’s hands seemed to almost assimilate with the soap as he rubbed it under my chin and down my sides. He returned to the backs of my ears again and again, whisking away not just the droplets but entire strands of wet hair. I sat on a small stool, writhing in his arms as he knelt behind me, knowing full well any protest would only encourage him to continue.
“Aaahh…!”
He ran a hand over my groin and cupped my pronounced lust. The slipperiness of his strokes was unlike any soft palm or firm tongue I had felt before, and it elicited a moan from my lips. Even the tightest grip still moved fluidly thanks to the soap—a taunting lack of friction. The white lather that oozed between his fingers made it look like I was cumming from every pore… I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Kei.”
“Nng! Aah!”
He shouldn’t have been able to see me do it, yet he punished me for it with a wet nibble to the ear.
“Is this okay?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“It’s slippery and…immoral!”
The moment I said it, I knew I’d chosen my words poorly. Ushio burst out laughing. “Immoral? What are you, a nun?”
“Shut up!”
“Fuck, that turns me on.”
“How?!” I could feel his length pressed against the small of my back, so I knew he wasn’t joking.
“You don’t know the first thing about men, do you?”
“I am a man!”
“Yeah, I know.” He teased my tip.
“Aaahh!”
Intense pleasure shot through me, and I grabbed his hand. For some reason, the anxiety of being unable to see him only heightened the sexual gratification. Especially when I could feel his swelling cock sandwiched between his stomach and my back.
“Gah! Aah!”
He pinched my twin buds of lust as he rubbed his arousal against me from behind. Clear fluid mingled with the soap; my shamelessly exposed tip flushed pink as its output steadily increased. And the instant I felt climax approaching, his strokes grew rougher.
“Aaahh! Aah! Ushio…!”
He sped me along so quickly, in fact, that my semen refused to accept its constraints and all but exploded out onto the fogged-up mirror in front of us.
“Aah… Aah…”
It was the most intense orgasm I’d had in a while. A familiar feeling of lethargy enveloped my body…accompanied by a thirst for what would inevitably follow. Biologically, my needs were already met, but a part of me still ached—a part I couldn’t reach alone.
“Hey, can you get up? I’m gonna move the stool.”
“Okay…” At his request, I knelt on the tile. He instructed me to put my hands on the shelf with the complimentary shampoo bottles, thrusting my ass out. “Gah!”
The light fixtures offered a blend of brown and orange that was by no means bright, but they provided enough light to see what we were doing. Even the thought of the phrase “doggy style” made me cringe, but I didn’t have time to protest before a finger was inside me.
“Aaahh!” It was coated in something that helped it slide right in without resistance. “Wh-what is that?”
“It says ‘moisturizing olive oil’ on the bottle,” Ushio answered, fingering me with so little difficulty that I felt ashamed. “I found it in the ‘luxury amenity kit’ in the bathroom. This fancy-schmancy suite really has it all, huh?”
“Dumbass…!” You know that’s not designed for this!
As he persistently worked my entrance, my limbs felt like they were practically melting away. It had been quite some time since we did this last, so by all accounts my orifice should have been locked up tight, yet the olive oil helped him slide in all the way to the mass of lust embedded deep within.
“Gah! Aaahh! Aah!”
Normally, he would start shallow and work his way in, but now my depths were writhing, opening, pulling him in deeper. My walls were gripping him so tight that I could practically feel the difference between his skin and fingernail.
“Aaahh, gah…!”
He followed the gentle slope of my spine all the way to my tailbone, and using the orifice just below, he worked my insides in the same fashion as my cock, with back and forth movements. His hands pleasured me inside and out until I could no longer feel the pain of kneeling on the hard tile. They often compared sexual stimulation to chills, yet my steamed skin was rapidly approaching its boiling point.
“Aah… No… Too fast…!” The raunchy squishing sounds threatened to melt in the heat and spread throughout the inn.
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” he asked me, despite already knowing the answer.
“No, the sound!”
“Ah, I get it.” He pulled his finger out all the way to the nail, placed a second next to it, and shoved them all the way back in.
“Gah! Aaahh…!”
“I think it makes that sound because you’re so tight.”
“Sh-shut up!” I never asked my ass to crave violation, nor was it lubed up and twitching with lust on my command. “Aah… Gah… Fuck…!”
“It’s really clamping down… Can I go deeper?”
“Yeah…!”
I nodded. I wanted him so deep inside me that he would penetrate my heart. In response, he pressed something against my entrance that was far more rigid than any finger. Sex with Ushio was so rough that it bordered on violence, yet I could feel the love in it every time. Even when his pulsing cock buried itself inside me to the hilt, gouging my walls.
“Aaahh, aah…aah, aaahh…!”
Reflexively, I reached out a hand, but with nothing to grab onto, it touched only the mirror in front of me. For that brief moment, the chill of the glass was refreshing.
“…Kkhh!”
“Aaahh…!”
In a single impatient breath, Ushio slammed the rest in, and the impact made my hand slide off the mirror, wiping away my cum along with the condensation.
“Aah…!”
With the surface now mostly clear save for a water droplet here and there, I made eye contact with my own reflection. My expression was pained, but there was clearly more to it than that—I was drunk on lust.
“Oh, thanks. That helps.”
Then I saw Ushio looking in the mirror with me and hastily averted my eyes. The blood had rushed to my head, making me dizzy.
“Dumbass… I wasn’t…!”
“You might as well get a look while you can. Same thing I get to see all the time,” he teased as he thrusted. I imagined what I must have looked like every time we had sex, even if it was out of my control, it made me want to disappear.
“Nng! No…!”
“Go on, look.”
“No way! It…it’ll…”
“Hm?”
“It’ll ruin my wholesome image…!”
Behind me, Ushio laughed. “You can’t talk about wholesome with my dick in your ass.”
“Aah…!”
He’d seen a lot of me, sure, but that was a two-way street. Countless times I’d seen Ushio sweaty with lust, hungry for my body. But with our reflections right in front of us, it felt like we were on camera, and I didn’t dare look straight at it. It felt like my heart was going to stop.
“Nnng! Aah…aaahh!”
Sweat and water trickled down my body with every thrust, punctuated by ragged breaths. Pleasure rampaged deep inside me. His cock traveled all the way to the source of my desire, which was twitching for attention. The more he drilled into me, the more my walls ripened.
“Your body never ceases to amaze me,” Ushio muttered as he continued his assault, clutching my hips like a predator seizing his prey. “It’s soft and tight at the same time.”
From my perspective, his cock had made me this way. It wasn’t something I could control—not with my mind hazy with ecstasy.
“Aah, aaahh, aah…!”
The tighter I clamped down, the more Ushio swelled; and the more he swelled, the tighter I got. Our intercourse was spiraling out of control. But just as I feared I was past the point of no return, he pulled me back to reality with his climax.
“Oh, fuck…!”
“Aaahh!”
As he ejaculated, it triggered an orgasm of my own, and at last, my desire was truly sated.