[Spirit of Lust 2] Chapters 718 & 719. (Patreon)

Chapter 718: Fern’s first hotel visit.

Considering recent events in my life, here’s something that might surprise you. I’m not rich. Strange, right? Having moved to such a big house, you’d think we were all loaded, especially since I work with and for Luke Allen. But the thing is that he paid for the house as payment for the key contributions I’ve made to his pet project. He didn’t actually give me the money to pay for it.  I did get paid for my work at the bar, with proper money. It’s also quite a lot considering it’s only two nights a week, but with the potion stuff and all… It’s a little muddy.

What I’m trying to say is that I’m still just a step and a half away from turning from frugal to cheapskate, but I feel more justified now considering we have to manage our own finances. We’ll have to pay our bills, buy our groceries, see what we’ll do for lunch when we’re away from the house during the week, all that stuff. Bottom line is that I needed to be careful about my spending.

…

But I really want to take Fern to the big room with the hot tub!

I want this to be fun and memorable for her, and while both of those things are mostly up to me, I think the fancy room with the hot tub, the enclosed balcony and the weird decoration might help her relax a bit more than a plain bedroom with a small bathroom.

…

Fuck it, she’ll only ever have her first time once. There are times to be frugal, Oliver, but since you can, it’s okay to spend here. Besides, Mrs. West saved us with the groceries for this month, so yeah, we have some leeway. 

We walked over to the front desk and I asked if the top floor room was available. It was, so I booked it for 3 hours, not because I was being  cheapskate, but because I didn’t want it to get too late for us.

We took the elevator, with Fern’s heartbeat growing faster by the second. We reached the top floor and I gave her the key to the room. She opened the door and gasped at the sight.

“Oh! Oh wow! Hahaha! This is so cool!”

She rushed in, taking in the crimson carpet floor and walls, the huge bed, the weird erotic paintings on the walls, the black loveseat. She went into the bathroom, and from it I heard her shout.

“Oh my God! The shower is huge!”

Curious and with a huge grin on her face, she continued exploring. She opened the sliding door to the balcony, enclosed with one-way glass. “Why are there two hot tubs in here!?” she asked, laughing.

“To give both types of experience, I assume,” I said, standing in the middle of the room, amused by her reactions.

“...Was this too expensive? I didn’t notice.”

“For three hours? Not really.”

Fern took a deep breath. “...”

“Don’t worry too much about it. Relax and let’s take this at your pace. It’s not like this’ll be the last time we see each other. At least, I’m hoping it won’t be.”

Fern chuckled. “Right, right. Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m so nervous. I’ve been… thinking about this for days. I want it. But…”

“Don’t worry. I get that it’s a strange line to cross. It’s easy to imagine things, but reality always feels a lot heavier.”

She nodded. “I… don’t even know how to start.”

“Why don’t we try the hot tub?”

“Um… I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Fern said, paused for a brief moment, then slapped her forehead. “We’re… supposed to get in naked, aren’t we?”

“You can actually buy swimsuits here,” I told her, pointing to the night table next to the bed. “There’s a catalogue in that drawer and you can call the front desk. They’ll bring it here.”

Fern raised an eyebrow. “Really? Ah, but…”

I raised both my hands. “Hey, if you’re uncomfortable getting naked in front of me out of nowhere, I totally get it. In fact, if you get a swimsuit, so will I.”

She let out a mix for a sigh and a groan. “God, I’m sorry to be such a…”

“Hey.” I walked up to her, put my hands on her waist and kissed her forehead. She wasn’t THAT much taller than me, so I didn’t even have to get on my toes. “Enough apologies. I’m happy to be here and do whatever you feel comfortable with. We do this on your terms or we don’t do it at all.”

She smiled sheepishly. “I want to do it…”

“On your terms it is, then. Besides… Swimsuits are usually sexier than being naked.”

Fern chuckled. “Yeah, I think I see the appeal.”

Fern browsed the catalogue and, after only a few minutes of thinking, chose something without telling me. I picked some normal swimming trunks in black, then called to order them by code number and size. They were delivered to our door and left outside for us to privately pick up.

Fern got them. They came in transparent plastic bags. She hid hers behind her back as she handed me mine, then ran to the bathroom to get changed.

Call me crazy, but I could walk out of this hotel without having sex in the next three hours and still be plenty happy. Fern’s reactions were just that endearing. She was fun to be with. That said, Fern really did want this, so she’d be the one walking away frustrated if nothing happened. My job was to make it feel comfortable and natural for her.

I took off my clothes there in the middle of the room and put on the swimming trunks. They fit well enough, reaching just above my knee.

“Fern, which hot tub do you want to use?” I asked her through the door.

“Um… The one is the balcony! Is that okay?”

“Would’ve been my choice, too.”

I walked out onto the balcony, tested the water and went in. It was actually only lukewarm, which was perfect for this weather. There, though, alone and in the sudden silence, I became aware of my own heartbeat and my half-hard dick.

I guess I was so busy trying to make sure Fern was comfortable that I didn’t even notice my own arousal. I mean… Just wondering what kind of swimsuit Fern had picked got me all excited. And then she appeared in front of me, standing under the frame of the sliding glass door, wearing a triangle, golden bikini. The top tried to push up her huge chest and the bottoms mostly just covered the essential bits.

In less than two seconds, my half-hard dick was no longer just half-hard.

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Chapter 719: Touching.

Seriously, she looked incredible. Like right out of a movie or something.

“Um… Is it too flashy?” she asked sheepishly.

“The bold, shiny, golden bikini? Nah.” I chuckled.

“So… You like it?”

“You look amazing. A prime example of a swimsuit making a girl look even sexier.”

Fern smiled, then turned her attention to the tub, dipping her fingers in. “Sorry to ask after you got in, but is the water clean?”

“Ah. Yeah, I remember Grace asked. They change the water after every reservation.”

Fern raised her leg over the edge of the tub and got in, sitting across from me. The water reached her below the shoulders, and she lifted her hair and tied it in a quick bun to keep it from getting wet.

“What do you think? Is the temperature okay or should we turn it up?” I asked her.

“No, it’s fine like this. I like it.” She rubbed her shoulders with water in her hands and let out a happy sigh.

We went quiet, but as I looked at her, Fern also looked at my own body. Her eyes scanned my chest, my shoulders, my arms… even my neck, I think.

“Hey… Can I ask you a big favor?” she said.

“Hm? Sure.”

“Can you… flex a bit?”

I held back a wince, just because the thought of flexing was a bit embarrassing. It always seemed… vain to me. Like trying to show yourself off. But funnily enough, I was sure Fern was asking mostly out of artistic curiosity.

I sat up straight so that I was out of the water from the waist up. I didn’t do any poses, though. I tensed my arms and hardened my stomach, making the soft lines defining my muscles a lot clearer. Fern’s eyes went wide.

“Oh. Oh my.” She moved closer to have a better look. “C-Can I touch?” I nodded, and Fern gently traced her fingers along the lines. She poked my biceps and my abs, gasping softly at how hard they were. She even gave my stomach some light punches and giggled. “Holy crap, Oliver. Is this what they call a sleeper build?”

“I think so.”

My arms and shoulders, even my legs had grown since I started going to the gym, but in general my build was slim. If I wore a loose enough shirt, it’d be hard to tell what I was like under it. I think that’s what people mean by sleeper build, right? When you look scrawnier and weaker than you really are? I think that’s why the girls like it when I wear tighter shirts and sweaters.

Fern became bolder, touching me with both hands. She touched my chest and my shoulders, ran the back of her fingers along my neck, leaned closer to study my collarbone… and by the time she noticed, her face was right in front of mine.

“Um… Am I getting carried away?” she asked sheepishly.

“No.”

Her breathing slowed and became deeper. She stared at my lips for a moment before she locked eyes with me. She put her hand on my bare chest and leaned forward, lightly brushing her lips against mine.

I pecked her lips and she pecked mine back. Her free hand found mine and she moved it to her waist before kissing me again, this time more firmly. I put both of my hands on her hips and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Hey, can you hear that?” I asked her.

“What?”

“No old ladies to tell us off for making out.”

Fern giggled, rubbed her nose against mine and leaned in to kiss me once more, now going tongue first. She was getting used to it, too. No accidental headbutting and no forceful pushing.

I leaned back against the edge of the tub, sinking to my shoulders and taking Fern with me. The lukewarm water tried and failed to cool us off from the rising heat.

Fern snuggled even closer, pressing her chest against mine and sitting on my lap… and finding something she should’ve but didn’t expect.

“Hmh!”

The tent in my pants poked her crotch, but surprisingly, Fern didn’t move away. She took a deep breath and smiled at me. “So… I’m not the only one getting excited?”

“Sorry to be crude, but I’ve been like this since I saw you in this swimsuit,” I told her, tracing a finger along the side knot that tied her bikini bottoms close.

“Hey… You’re really sexy too, you know? And now that I see you without a shirt, I… seriously can’t think straight. Can I…?”

“Do whatever feels right.”

“...” Fern hugged me close and burrowed her face in my neck. She then began to grind her hips against mine, purposefully rubbing my erection against her pussy. And the way her hips moved, too. It was so fluid and flexible.

I began to kiss her shoulder while caressing her back and her thigh. Fern breathed deep, her warm body heating up even further. Soon she was letting out soft, extremely erotic moans right next to my ear.

“Ahn… Ooh…” She swallowed hard and backed away. “Hey… Touch me however you want, too.”

I was both waiting and hoping for permission, but still, I asked, “You sure?”

She chuckled. “It feels weird if I’m the only one doing it.”

“Can I touch your boobs?”

She grinned. “You’ve wanted to do it for days, haven’t you?”

“Well…”

“And I’ve wanted you to do it, too. Go ahead.”

“Then… let’s do this.”

I had Fern turn around so she would sit on my lap with her back against my chest. My erection poked her butt and she moved so that it would be neatly packed between her buns. She relaxed against me, or as close to relaxing as she could be, and let me take the lead.

I cupped one of her boobs, gently and carefully at first, but feeling Fern’s growing desire, I groped her a little harder. Hers are… similar to Alice’s. A bit on the firm side considering how big they are, but still soft and springy.

I felt… happiness. Like the first time I touched a girl’s boob, and that elation, while a more recurrent part of my life and less special, had never truly gone away. Touching Fern’s for the first time was just like that again. But this wasn’t just about me. I moved my other hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy over her bikini.

“Ahn! Ffff….! Oooh…!”

Fern began to shake and squirm, swaying from side to side and splashing a bit of water around as she did. She leaned back against me and got a single arm behind my neck for support while her hips rose seemingly against her will.

I kissed her neck, squeezed her boob, rubbed her nipple over the fabric of her top and rubbed the length of her slit at the same time. I made sure to go slow and do it carefully, building up pleasure little by little. It was meant to be foreplay, to make her feel good and get her in the right mood. I… I didn't expect her to come.

It was a small orgasm, but she shook with a tensed up body and pursed her lips hard to keep herself from moaning too loudly. She breathed fast and deep, and after coming down from her high, at least enough to move as she wanted again, she turned to look at me.

And there, in her eyes, I saw it.

I definitely flipped a switch.