Coconut Grove
Midnight: crickets. moon, stars; palm and palmetto trees. When I stepped into the bubbling waters of the hotel whirlpool, the temperature was the way I liked it—extra-hot bathwater.
I was naked with Gabe, a former grad school acquaintance whom I’d run into earlier that day at a conference in Miami Beach. Chatting with him at an after-party, I’d been charmed by his dark hair, athletic build—and dimples—and invited him to go swimming with me at the hotel in Coconut Grove where I was staying. Actually, I’d used the words skinny dipping, since the pools were closed at night and there’d be just the two of us.
I was more like a trespasser than a paying guest. The father of my ex-boyfriend owned the hotel, and I still had a key to the iron gate of the pool area as well as to the father’s tenth-floor office, where I’d planned to spend the night, leaving the key inside with a thank you note. After all, my ex had told me several years ago when he gave me the key that I could use it whenever I wanted to….
God, I love hot tubs, I thought as Gabe and I eased into the hot water and sat down facing each other. Only our heads and necks showed above the bubbles. Hmmm. He’s got strong shoulders. He reminded me of a relaxed tiger.
I couldn’t see his cock—but I did picture it in my head. My nipples perked up—
I am evil.
I can live with that.
I scooted along the underwater ledge to sit beside him, listening to him talk over the whoosh of the jets. It must have been 1 a.m. I was starting to wonder if he was even interested in me, when he let his feet and legs float, touching mine. What’s next? I asked myself.
What’s next was my every orifice. He had expert, expert fingers. Keep it up, man. Feels great—I’m close—andmy whole body spasmed, washed with waves of lava.
When my breathing calmed down, Gabe’s expression was the small smile of a cat presenting its human with a mouse it has lovingly killed. I felt fond of Gabe; he was turning out to be a dynamite lover. Too bad we lived on opposite coasts of Florida and both had long-time partners. I’d better take advantage, I thought.
We fucked for hours in the hot pool. We also tried doing it on poolside lounge chairs, the diving board, the steps of the regular swimming pool, and the concrete pool deck.
At dawn, Gabe showered in the office suite and left. I was wiping down the shower walls with paper towels when I heard a key turn. It was the owner of the office and entire hotel, my previous boyfriend’s father. Today of all days, he’d arrived much earlier than his normal time.
I’d always found my ex’s father attractive—he was tall and powerfully built, like my ex. I actually would’ve preferred the father over the son, but had always squashed those thoughts. Screwing around with son and father at the same time had smelled faintly incestuous to me, though I knew it technically wasn’t.
The man’s eyes went wide with surprise when he saw me. He said he’d forgotten that I still had the key—but didn’t seem pissed off. He asked me out to breakfast.
After that, he invited me back to his office. I knew right away that he was going to hit on me and thought once again, I’d better take advantage, but then began to worry: What if his son finds out?
I felt so guilty, I practically couldn’t enjoy it.