Steamy Sisters (Steamy Springs)

by Jennifer Kitt

“Just a minute,” said Melissa, putting down her coffee and removing her top.

  Zack watched as she slid her jeans down over her lithe, tanned legs, folded them, and put them on a rock. She was beautiful. Almost perfect. Her long brown hair fell down over her shoulders, almost meeting her breasts, which were now freed from the constraints of the pretty bra she’d been wearing. Her nipples appeared to stand to attention in the midday sun, pointing outwards. Almost as if they were straining to reach his lips, thought Zack. God, he was feeling horny. His cock was now bolt upright. As firm as her nipples looked. And he wished he could slide it between her tits. In and out. Fucking her tits, until he came.

  Melissa removed her panties, revealing that she’d had a Brazilian wax. It was the only way to go when she’d been in Hawaii. Her bikinis and swimsuits had been so small, and left so little to the imagination, that any excess hairs would have looked out of place. To be honest, she’d rather have gone naked and just kept her hair trim. But swimsuits were required on most of the public beaches, and Brazilians were all the craze. Once she’d come back to Colorado and started going to the hot springs every week, she’d reluctantly kept up her maintenance regime. It looked okay. But the waxing hurt like hell.

  Zack looked like he was about as happy as a man could be, and he continued to watch her. Her butt was rounded and beautiful, with curvy hips below a slim waist. He could probably fit his two big cowboy hands around that waist, and he hoped he’d get the chance to do so. He imagined pulling her towards him. The excitement. The anticipation. The first touch of her soft skin on his cock. The feel of her ass as he ran his hands over it. The pleasure of her body against his. Jeez, he wanted her. Wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman before.

  Melissa waded into the pool, her lower body slowly submerging beneath the warm, mineral waters. Her breasts bobbing like large, ripe apples in a barrel.

  She made her way next to Zack and sat down. “Water’s hot.”

  “Not the only thing that’s hot around here.”

  “Cool down, cowboy.”

  “That’s going to be difficult.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Sometimes a man can’t keep control of his feelings.”

  “I’ll help you. Let’s talk business.”

  “And after?”

  “We’ll see. Business first. Then pleasure.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Uh-huh,” nodded Melissa. “So?”

  “So… I’ve got this idea to bring the rodeo to Steamy Springs. A lot of the other resorts already hold them throughout the summer.”

  “Okay. It sounds like it might be something that Chase Enterprises could get involved in. Anything to bring the tourists into town.”

  “That’s what I thought. I’ve got some start up capital, and if you can match it, we’ll be able to get the thing up and running pretty quickly. I’ve got contacts on the circuit, and with your knowledge of running sporting competitions we should be good.”

  “I like the idea. But I can’t give you an immediate answer. I’d need to look into it a bit more. Do the figure work.”

  “That’s cool. I didn’t expect you to say ‘yes’ straightaway.”

  “At least, not to your proposition.”

  “Huh?”

  “The business idea is a definite maybe. That other thing you were maybe hoping I’d say ‘yes’ to - well, that’s a definite yes.”

  “You talkin’ about what I think your talkin’ about?”

  “Guy doesn’t invite a girl skinny dipping unless he’s after something.”

  “Could just be an innocent little paddle in the springs.”

  “Paddle as in walk around in water. Or, paddle as in spank.”

  “You like to be spanked?”

  “I never really tried it,” said Melissa. “Maybe. There’s a first time for everything.”

  “I’d sure like to get my hands on your ass.”

  “All in good time,” replied Melissa turning around to face Zack, her breasts floating towards him. “Try these first.”

  “Spanking?”

  “Fondling, stroking, sucking. Do what you want with them. Just make me feel good.”

  Zack lowered himself further into the pool, his nose below the water, pretending to be an alligator about to attack its prey. He closed in on Melissa’s breasts, surfaced fully, opened his jaws and took her breast into his mouth. Trying to get as much as he could into it, before letting go and sucking on her nipple.

  Melissa splashed her hands through the water in delight, as she felt her nipple enclosed by his lips, and his tongue caress it. His hands cupped her butt cheeks and pulled her towards him until she was sitting on his knee, her legs astride of his.

  He left her nipple and kissed her neck and shoulders, wanting to taste all of her, to explore the map of her body inch by inch. She placed her arms around his neck and drew his lips to hers. They kissed firmly, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, trying to coax his to do the same, eager to play with its companion.

  Zack loved the soft feel of her lips against his. She tasted wonderful - fresh and natural - nature’s nectar. He grasped her ass tighter, and began to work his fingers further between her legs, feeling for her pussy.

  Melissa felt the warm waters ripple across her clitoris, sending little bursts of pleasure through her, and heralding the arrival of Zack’s fingers at the gates of paradise. She lifted herself up slightly and allowed him entry, not wanting him waiting too long, needing to feel him enter her.

  He opened her up with his fingers, long and strong, and two of them crept slowly into her, and she began to slide up and down them, inviting them deeper.

  She moaned softly as his fingers travelled up into her vagina, filling her pleasantly, moving ever onwards eager to explore the depths of her warm, silky cave. And as quickly as they had entered, they now exited. They were just the two little scouts, sent ahead to check out the lie of the land and prepare the passage for the big chief.

  She tugged at his cock and moved it towards her pussy. She felt Zack’s hand almost cruelly grasping her butt and pulling her forward. But she knew that he didn’t want to hurt her, and was just guiding her onto him. Her breathing was more rapid now, anticipating the intense pleasure she would feel when he was inside. She felt the head of his cock brush against her pussy lips, parting them, and pushing onwards and upwards. Unstoppable. She was now full. Very full.

  Zack held onto her ass with one hand and grasped her waist with the other. He began to slide her up and down his cock, unable to move himself because of the rock he was sitting on. It felt great as she rode his cock, each downward movement heightening his pleasure, but still frustrated that he couldn’t thrust, and drive them both wild. As she rose up again, he swung her sideways through the water, positioning her near the edge of the pool, her front resting against the rock. He manoeuvred himself behind her and grabbed her waist.

  Melissa felt him enter her again, this time from behind. And she squealed in pleasure as he sank deep inside her pussy. She grasped at the rock in front of her, bracing herself, wanting to feel the full force of his thrusting. His crotch slammed repeatedly against her butt. She had joked about being spanked, and was pleased by the slap of his body against hers. She loved been taken from behind. Adored the almost animal nature of it.

  Zack placed his hand on the back of her shoulders and continued his rhythmic movement. He was just about ready to come. He’d been thinking about this moment since he’d first seen her pretty little ass bobbing up and down in the saddle when they’d set out earlier.

  Melissa gave herself over to the pleasure Her senses were overwhelmed. The warm waters lapping over her, the natural world around, and the big hard man pumping in and out of her, riding her hard and expertly, giving her a pleasure she had almost never experienced before. She let herself be taken over the edge, and she came in an intense orgasm, screaming out loud, like a wolf in the wilderness. The wildest fuck she had ever had in her life.

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bsp; Her squeals of pleasure carried across the surrounding meadows below, and up to the woodland above. The figure hid behind a large pine, always keeping inside the tree line, darting quickly from one tree to the next, not wanting to be seen, but eager to get closer to the hot spring below. The hunter strained to see what was going on in the pool. Two people. Zack Burton was one of them. And some woman. Who was that bitch? Just another slut. He had gone too far this time. He would regret it. The hunter removed the rifle from it’s bag, positioned it, using a low branch to lean on and keep the aim steady and sure. The hunter put an eye to the telescopic site and adjusted it until the hot spring pool came into clear focus. It was close up on Zack now. And her. There was no mistaking who it was. And no mistaking what they were doing. He was taking her like a wild animal. And what was worse, by the sound of it, she was loving every goddamn minute of it. The both of them were animals. And like wild animals, they needed to be shot. The hunter took a deep breath to steady the rising anger, put an eye back to the scope, and a finger hovered around the trigger. Zack Burton would finally pay for what he had done.

  The hunter was suddenly distracted by a noise from behind, and quickly looked around. A bird flew out of one of the trees and into he sky. It was nothing. But it wasn’t doing the hunter’s nerves any good. The hunter focused again on the sordid little scene playing itself out by the pool below. But there was now no-one in the pool. They’d gone. The hunter looked up from behind the scope and saw two naked figures walking up the hill towards the woods. Shit. What now? The hunter hadn’t been prepared for this, and quickly grabbed the gun and retreated stealthily into the depths of the forest. They needed time to think.

  Chapter Three

  Zack and Melissa gambolled up the hill towards the woods, holding hands, their minds playful and relaxed.

  “Did you hear something?” asked Melissa.

  “Where?”

  “In the woods.”

  “Not really,” said Zack. “Just an animal. Probably a bird.” He pointed at a hawk flying above them.

  “Not spying on us, is he? Mr Hawk.”

  “Looks like it. Maybe he’ll enjoy watching us.”

  “Do you think the birds know what we were doing down at the pool?”

  “Who knows. Who cares,” said Zack. “Come on, just a bit further.”

  “Okay. But what are we going to do in the woods, anyway?”

  “Make out.”

  “Again? So soon?”

  “What? You don’t want to?”

  “I’m good. You ready to do it again?”

  “I’m always ready.”

  “Why the woods?”

  “Just a little fantasy of mine. I want to fuck you hard from behind. Up against a tree.”

  Melissa looked at him curiously. “This been a fantasy of yours for long?”

  “Just since I set eyes on you this morning.”

  “And the woods?”

  “Something nice about making love with your woman in the open air. Amongst nature.”

  “Sort of primitive? Elemental?”

  “I guess,” said Zack, bending down to fling Melissa over his shoulder and carry her the remaining few yards to the tree line. “Like a caveman dragging his woman home with him.”

  Melissa gasped as she was lifted and turned almost upside down, before breaking into a fit of giggles. None of her boyfriends had ever done anything like this before.

  Zack put her down in front of a big tree, and she dropped to her knees and took hold of his cock in her hand. She guided it into her mouth and began to suck him, wanting all of him. His cock tasted fresh and clean, straight from the hot waters. Just how she liked it. He was rock hard again, and she wondered whether he was always so quick to recover, or whether it was true that the hot spring minerals were good for that type of thing. They got the blood flowing, steady and strong.

  Melissa ran her tongue along him, flicking it playfully around the head, exciting him even more.

  Zack withdrew from her mouth and pulled her up onto her feet, facing the tree. She put her palms on the tree trunk and spread her legs wider. She knew what was coming, and felt him grab her hips. A moment later his cock was back between her legs, and pushing upwards and into her. Then slowly withdrawing, before thrusting forward again. One of his hands reached up to hers, and he interlaced their fingers.

  Melissa let her head flop sideways, giving in to the pleasure that she felt with his every ascent into her. She tried to look back at him, but it was more than she could manage, her eyes almost involuntarily closing with each thrust. She repositioned her hands on the tree trunk and gazed in an almost dreamlike state into the woods beyond. It was then that she saw it. Something moving in the trees at the edge of the woodland. “Zack. Stop.”

  “Huh!”

  She pulled him out of her, but held on tight to his cock, as if for comfort.

  “What…?”

  “There’s someone watching us.”

  “What? You sure?”

  “Over there,” she pointed to where she’d seen the figure.

  Zack peered through the woods. “Can’t see anybody.”

  “There was somebody there. They were sneaking around in the trees over there.”

  “I’ll go and have a look.”

  “No. Don’t go,” said Melissa. “I’m scared. Come on. Let’s go back.”

  “Okay. If you want,” said Zack.

  “I want,” she said, and taking hold of Zack’s hand she began to run back down the hill to the hot spring.

  “You’re real scared aren’t you?”, said Zack, almost feeling the chill come over her, like an icy pulse of negative energy passing through her bones.

  “I’m pretty sure I saw someone. And I could sense it. They’d been watching us,” she said, as she zipped up her jeans around her waist. “It’s spooky.”

  “Maybe it was a deer or something. There’s plenty of them in the woods around here.”

  “It was on two feet.”

  “Bigfoot?”

  “Not funny,” said Melissa, shooting Zack a serious look. “Let’s go home.”

  “You’re the boss,” said Zack, packing up the saddle bags and taking them over to the horse.

  They rode quickly back to Steamy Springs, a minimum of conversation - Melissa creeped out by the figure in the woods; Zack wondering if there had been anyone there.

  He thought about the phone calls he’d been getting recently, always silent, just the sound of breathing letting him know that someone was on the line; and the letters - crazy scrawls, red ink and threats. Maybe he should buy himself a guard dog, after all.

  They got back in the late afternoon and put the horses back in the stables. “Why don’t you come stay at my place tonight?” said Zack.

  Melissa had calmed down now. “Okay. I’d like that.”

  “Me too. I’m sure I can rustle us up something good to eat, or maybe we can go out.”

  “I’d rather stay in. Why don’t we order a home delivery. Something to pig out on. I’m starving after all that riding today.”

  “Me too,” said Zack. ‘I could eat a whole cow.”

  Melissa laughed. “Maybe not that much. But some barbecue ribs would be good. I haven’t had those in so-o long.”

  “There’s a great place in town. The Smokehouse. You know it?”

  “Uh-huh. Used to go there a lot as a kid.”

  “I’ll call them when we get back.”

  “Make it extra large. And plenty of sides.”

  “You gonna be able to put all that away?” said Zack, patting her stomach. “Doesn’t look like it’ll fit in there.”

  “It’ll fit, once I smell the food. The stomach’s one of the organs in the body that grows bigger with sensory stimulation. I think you know what the other one is, don’t you?”

  “Is that going to be getting a workout this evening too?”

  “If you think you can manage it. Better eat plenty of red meat for strength.”

  “Better make it ex
tra, extra large then.”

  Chapter Four

  They drove down towards the lake, and took a right turn into a little lane that ran parallel to the shore. Zack’s house was a typical Colorado lodge, one of only four on this part of the shore, nicely spaced out, with stone walls and landscaping making each house private and discreet.

  Zack pulled up his truck on the front driveway and the electronic gates closed behind them. The back of his house led down to the lake and had its own private jetty.

  “You got a boat?”

  “Yeah. Speedboat. Nothing special. But great fun for zipping around the lake,” replied Zack.

  “Maybe we can try it out tomorrow. Haven’t been in a boat since Hawaii.”

  “Sure thing. You’ll love it.”

  They went into the house, and through to the kitchen.

  “You want a beer or something? I’ll phone The Smokehouse.”

  “A beer would be good. Nice and cold.”

  “No problem.”

  Zack took two bottles from the refrigerator, flipped off the tops, and gave one to Melissa.

  Melissa took a long swig, and sat back in one of the comfortable chairs in the dining area. “I needed that.”

  “Me too. You okay now?”

  “Yeah. I think so,” said Melissa. “I just got a little spooked up in the woods.”

  “Maybe there was someone there. Lot of people go hunting.”

  “I guess that’s it. No-one would be following us. Just some hunters.”

  Zack took another beer from the fridge. “So what do you think of the house?”

  “Looks great. Gonna show me the rest.”

  “Follow me.”

  They did a tour of most of the ground floor and came to the final room. “You’re gonna love this,” said Zack.

  “Let me guess. Bar. Pool table. Vintage juke box. Real bachelor pad stuff.”

  “Half right,” said Zack. “Bar. Yes. Pool table and juke box. No. Not yet, anyway.”

  “So what is it?”

  “Take a look.”

  Melissa opened the door and stared at the equipment in front of her. “Well that makes sense for a rodeo star.”

  “Yep. Meet Billy.”