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My body was completely motionless, for the first time in at least an hour. I felt my breathing leak out of my half-open mouth, I might have been drooling a little … into Leslie’s soft, long blond hair.

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Again I felt as if I could go to sleep, lying on top of her with my limp penis still penetrated into her ass.

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Leslie’s small body was also still, her breathing quiet and even, her hand pressed close to mine between her warm right breast and the bedspread.

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My mind wavered. Beds, naked women … willing women, beautiful faces, hair, long legs, bulging breasts, dripping juice between their legs. I’m in a delirium. Legs spread wide open. “Suck me, Seth.” “Kiss me.” “Fuck my pussy.” “Fuck my ass.” “Let’s get naked, Seth.”

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Back to reality … if this was real. Leslie was stirring under me.

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Then her voice drifted up, low and breathy, slurred a little, but clear and sultry. “You liiiiike?”

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My mouth was dry. I tried to speak. “Mm-hmm.”

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Leslie was silent, again hardly moving. With my hand I felt her heart beat quickly through her breast — a throbbing, fast beat — she had been busy for the past hour. We both had.

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“I don’t want to let you go,” she muttered. “Even now, you inside me … it feels so good up my ass. I don’t want to let go.”

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Somehow without saying it, I knew that she knew — like I had before, with the previous two, I would be leaving Leslie, walking back outside with her and choosing another partner.

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“You were amazing,” she whispered.

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Then she moved, with me still mounting her, and I braced my knees against the bed and pulled up … my flaccid penis slid slowly out of her asshole and finally released from her suction with a wet pop. Apart from her, I leaned back on my knees and let Leslie get up under me; she pushed her long blond hair behind her shoulders, then her bare legs went over the edge of the bed and she stood up and turned, then bent over, gathering her clothes.

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I got my knees over the side as well and I retrieved my shirt from the floor.

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Leslie’s petite, naked body came closer and she sat down beside me, holding her denim skirt, panties, bra and small pink shirt in her hands. She stroked her wet vagina softly, then looked up at me. “We both need cleaning up.”

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I smiled. “How will you do it?”

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Leslie gave a nod, and I felt my penis hairs tickling — I looked down. The cum slathered there was pulling up, still in liquid form, and the mass jiggled just above my penis in space, as if in zero gravity … Ashley had cleaned up her chocolate some time ago, the same way.

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The juices and cum were peeling off Leslie’s genitals as well. She lay her clothes aside, then spread her legs and hips wide and her vagina opened wider, the whitish blob hovered there and then the cum that had cleaned itself off me flew over to her and joined with her suspended mass — then it all jerked down to between her legs.

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“Mmm. Ooohh.” Leslie spread her legs wider and I watched as the cum flowed back into her, all of it, hers and mine together, and it gurgled and slurped as it rushed in.

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I reached over and brushed my hand through the shrinking blob, felt it stick to me for a moment but instantly it cleaned itself off. Then I touched Leslie’s inner thigh and then the mouth of her bare pussy as the cum sucked the rest of itself into her.

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“Mmmm.” She looked up at me. “I always enjoy that part.” Her eyes drew down, staring at her vagina, then she looked back into my eyes. “Of course, with you, there was a lot more to clean up.”

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Even though I was tired, too tired to crave her sex anymore, I couldn’t help but stare at her face. Maybe she said that to every one of her partners — this was like her job after all, right? — but I still felt as though we had shared something very special together.

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For a second I saw her differently … she was a goddess, but also a sweet girl, with beautiful face and hair and a kind disposition, but also of course with a hot body and the attitude and willingness of the sluttiest harlot.

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Leslie’s fingers were wiggling over something in her pussy? I looked closer as she said, “I think this is for you. Pull it out.”

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Perplexed, I reached down, touched her fingers and then whatever it was — a corner of what looked like white fabric, sticking out of her small crack. I pulled and it slid out easily, more fabric, Leslie cooed softly and leaned back on her hands as I pulled it further and it gooshed out from her, the material widened and I saw a seam and a hole for a leg, and I recognized it.

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“Mmm.” Leslie giggled. “It’s a little present for you. Your own underwear.”

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She had made it disappear before. I laughed as it released and fell out of her pussy, then I held it up before my face. It was clean and dry, and I moved it closed to my nose and breathed in — it smelled of her cum.

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“Yes.” Leslie lowered her voice. “I’ve left my mark on you.”

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We got dressed. Leslie stood up in front of me, her back to the nearby wall, and slipped into her panties first, then stepped into her skirt and pulled it up. I got into my underwear, found my shorts on the floor and put them on, just as Leslie was pulling on her bra — she was going in reverse order from how I had undressed her.

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She had the tiny white bra over her shoulders and then fastened it behind her back — then, she carefully wrapped the material exactly around her breasts. While she pulled her tight pink skirt over her head, I was tucking my shirt into my shorts and fastening the belt, and I leaned back to watch as Leslie adjusted her shirt around her covered boobs, then stretched her chest forward, ensuring it remained tight.

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I stood up, just before her. “Leslie … you were amazing. Incredible … thank you.”

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She smiled. “You will come back, right?”

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“Absolutely.”

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Then Leslie stepped forward and hugged me, her arms around my back and then running up and down over my butt, and I embraced her tightly with my arms around her shoulders.

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She pulled back and we went for the door. “Who are you choosing next?” she asked.

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“I don’t know. Only two left, right?”

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“Nope.” Leslie grinned. “More than that, but they’re just not here right now.”

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We stopped there and faced each other again, and I bent low, knowing what to expect. Leslie threw her arms up over my shoulders and drew me close, found my lips with hers and kissed me, softly, passionately, no open mouth or wet tongue like before but just a sweet, almost innocent, goodbye kiss …

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And one that also restored my sexual vigor and slowly I felt my senses … or lack of senses … return. Leslie was a bombshell. I had just watched her strip, then I had sucked her vagina and then fucked her, then we had both performed oral sex on each other at the same time and then I had fucked her ass … she was incredible!

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I almost wanted to hold her as her lips let go of me, then take her back to the bed and peel off all her clothes and do it all over again. But I resisted. She was a killer in bed, and I would come back to her, but not yet. As Ashley — or was it Melinda? — had said earlier, it wasn’t fair to the others.

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And they’re out there waiting for me. The incredible real-life fantasy experience of this was way past breathtaking.

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Without a word, Leslie opened the door and we went out, back into the main room, with the couches and big-screen TV. The TV was silent now — it had been showing football, but I supposed Leslie and I had been in there through at least two quarters.

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We came in between the couches and Leslie sat down, crossed her legs and leaned back, her eyes closed. I looked around — neither Melinda nor Ashley were there, only the brown-haired beauty in the skin-tight leatherish bodysuit — Courtney — and the Asian girl in her bathrobe, sitting at the other end of the couch.

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I heard Leslie exhale softly behind me.

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“Have a good time?” Courtney asked me.

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I smiled. “Yeah, definitely.”

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“Good. She’s good at what she does.”

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I looked back. Was Leslie asleep? It looked like she was.

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“She always does that after her sessions,” Courtney said. “Takes a lot out of her.”

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She almost seemed smart-aleck about it.

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“I thought she was wonderful,” I said.

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“She is sweet.” The Asian girl smiled. “She gives it her all, but it is work for her. And she loves it.”

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“What was your name again?” I asked her.

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She smiled wider. “I am Sashiko. I am the swimmer, remember?” She shifted on the couch, adjusted her thick blue bathrobe over her bronze legs — under her neck the V in the material plunged deep, revealing her deep bustline. “Do you remember what I can do?”

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“Not exactly.” But she was very pleasant to look at — exotic.

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“I can swim,” Sashiko answered. “You will be amazed at my abilities if you take me next.”

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“You can be amazed at her later,” Courtney interrupted — and she stretched, her arms over her head — even her hands were encased in the bodysuit, and I watched as her black-sheathed breasts protruded out to me, nipples retracted but clearly outlined. “Leslie, Sashiko and all the rest stay the same person, Seth.” Finally she leaned back but thrust her hips forward — the material did crease into folds, between her legs. “I can clone anyone. Imagine it. Remember Heather, Seth? Heather, from school? Those days in the office when she was talking dirty or wearing those sexy jeans and tank tops?”

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I felt my heart stop.

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“Remember how you wanted her right then, and were ashamed of it?” Courtney grinned saucily. “Don’t be shocked. We’ve been watching you for weeks and that’s how we know, and that’s why you’re here. We know a little about what you’ve been dreaming of. That’s how I know.

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“But I can replicate her, Seth. I can take you back to that day in the office. This time, no one will be there. She’ll seduce you eagerly.” Eyes narrowed. “And you two can fuck on the couch in the office.”

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My god. I wanted that. I wanted it so bad. Ultimate fantasy …

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I turned to Sashiko, who was standing up, and her wide, narrow eyes were quietly staring at me … then I looked down as she drew up her bathrobe, exposing more of her legs. No way — and she had the most fantastic legs I had ever seen. Trim, shapely and very wide hips, much wider than Leslie’s — although she was still very petite. She pulled the robe further up, past her hips and it had to be … there, I saw blue, between her legs, and Sashiko let go of the robe and let it fall almost to her knees again.

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She said nothing. Only looked at me. But I wanted to see more.

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I felt thoughts of slender, large-breasted Heather in the office drain from my mind.

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“Seth.” Sashiko spoke quietly, demurely, in her musical voice. “Please let me take you to my world. I promise you will not be disappointed.” She smiled, her tan lips revealing perfect teeth. “I do not want to tell you much and spoil the surprises. But I will tell you, you will be in awe …” She looked down at Courtney, who almost sneered up at her. “Even if I stay the same person and if my body stays the same.”

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But what a body.

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“Courtney,” I said. “Can you wait?”

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Courtney was scowling, but then her expression softened and she shook her head. “Sure. Take your time — it’s your decision. But I’ll be waiting.”

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Sashiko glided closer to me, padding on bare feet on the carpet. Without speaking she took my hand and started — I followed her around the couch and glanced back to see Courtney watching, then she turned away — and then I looked forward to Sashiko. Her lithe body, inside the robe, almost floated over the floor, silent, and I watched her gently sloping curves shift with her motion. Exotic.

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Sashiko opened another door and I smelled moist, fresh air before I saw what was inside. A huge room, dim yellow light from a low ceiling, and pale blue walls … and a swimming pool, large and full of rippling blue water … oh man. It was shaped like a kidney, with wide steps in the center leading down into it, and in the inset area was a small table with a glass top and umbrella, and what looked like a wide, blue plastic recliner.

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I breathed deeply, not saying anything — and Sashiko led me across the soft-carpeted floor over to the center area, she carefully bent down to duck under the umbrella but I walked around it, and then Sashiko stopped without a sound.

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She turned toward me and smiled. “Welcome to my water-world.” Voice lilting, soft and melodious. Her narrow eyes closed for a moment, then opened … beautiful.

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Sashiko shook her head, spread her legs a little and leaned her neck backward, allowing her long, black hair to fall behind her back.

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I stood there watching as she stepped back, then down, her feet in the water, submerged only a couple of inches. She smiled softly toward me, not speaking; her slender lips remained closed.

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Then Sashiko reached down to her waist, her fingers moving, untying. She untied her bathrobe cord and let it fall aside, partially in the water … and her hands grasped the sides of her robe and slowly moved forward and to her sides. Skin … and she opened her robe more, exposing what was underneath.

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An incredible body. Smooth, bronze skin; shapely legs and wide hips; breasts bulging under a too-small blue bikini top, dark ridge between them … a trim, narrow stomach, deep navel; and very thin blue bikini bottom strapped around her waist and between her legs, its hip bands stretching up far over her hips, forming a V.

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I blinked, not taking my eyes from her incredible form. She pulled first one arm out of its sleeve, then the other, then hardly bent over as she silently dropped the robe near the edge of the pool.

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Sashiko drew her arms back, and ran her fingers slowly to the sides of her barely-covered breasts, then traced her hands slowly down over her smooth, bronze body to her bikini waistline. Then she stepped forward, coming toward me, and her lilting, barely-accented voice breathed, “I hope you like what I have to offer.”

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“And we’re … we’re going swimming?”

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“Yes.” Sashiko stopped, inches from me, then her thin, sculpted hands moved to my waist … my heart beat faster … she untucked my t-shirt, pulled it up and I raised my arms for her to take it off; she let it fall to the carpet. Then she knelt, bending her long bare legs on the floor, and smiled up at me … I had a clear above view of half of her breasts inside her bikini top. Quietly, carefully, she unclasped my belt and slid it out and dropped it on the carpet; then, with her mouth in a pink glistening O, she stared up at me with thin brown eyes as she rubbed my bulging groin softly. With long fingers she unbuttoned my shorts, pulled the zipper down, then grasped both sides and slid my shorts down to the floor.

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I stepped out, right foot first, then the other. Sashiko eased up to stand in front of me and I looked first into her eyes, then down across her body.

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She smiled calmly, eyes glancing down to my underwear. “I think you are most adequate.”

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Her dark eyebrows lowered mischievously, looking down to herself as I stared at her chest.

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“Sashiko,” I whispered. “You are stunning …”

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“I am glad you like me.” She grinned and strutted, only a little, then paused. “Can you swim?”

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“Uh-huh …”

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She took my hand … hers was smooth skin, smooth as silk … and she turned and walked to the pool’s edge. Behind her now, I stared at her ass … her bikini covered most of it but was tight enough for me to see all of her curves.

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Her bra was fastened with a small overhand knot. One pull would untie it.

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Still holding hands, Sashiko and I stepped down into the water, on the steps — the water was warm, clear and tingly somehow … she went further down and I was behind her, I let go of her hand and then sat down, my hips on the step in the water, and I just watched her. Her smooth, bronze legs were wet and then the water covered her bikini bottom … it rose past her waist and to her stomach, the deepest it would go.

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Sashiko turned toward me, watching me. With one hand she swept her long ebony hair behind her shoulders, then she quickly took in a breath and dropped … plunged underneath the water with a small splash that echoed in the room.

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She came back up, face and hair wet and dripping, and again she moved her hair behind her head. Water streamed off her hair and spilled over her bikini top … and under it. It was now wet and darker, and tighter. I could almost see her nipples.

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“Now.” Sashiko’s voice echoed as she held out her arm, one finger extended and then curling backward, beckoning. “Come and enjoy me.”

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I stepped down and quickly into the water, deeper, it was past my waist and then my stomach, and I was there at least, my arms around her soft, wet skin, Sashiko’s breasts slid up against my chest, and her body pressed to mine, I was only a little taller than her. Face so close. Thin, brown eyes, long lashes, high cheekbones and round, pink lips. I felt her warm breath and our mouths connected.

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A slow kiss.

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At first Sashiko made no sound, then backed her face away from me. “Ohh.” Our mouths touched again and now her lips moved out, then in, very slowly, taking her time. She let go again and laughed quietly. “Ahhh.”

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Then she came back and kissed me … delicate, soft lips and movements, and wet.

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My fingers behind her found her bra top’s string.

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“Mmm-mmmmmm.” Sashiko’s lips came apart from mine and I stared at her face. Her wet, covered breasts pushed into my bare chest. My covered penis bulged near her thigh.

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Was the water level rising? I felt it coming up past my stomach. So warm. Thick white steam had covered the surface.

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Sashiko lowered herself, and me with her.

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“Come under,” she said. “Come with me.”

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“Where?” I whispered.

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“To our cavern of love.”

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I lowered my head below her neck, kissing her, staring down at her breasts, and I brought one arm away from her back and opened my fingers. Finally my hand closed around her right breast and I squeezed, feeling the warmth and the wetness.

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“Mmmm.” Sashiko’s eyes closed, shivering with pleasure. She whispered, “Hold your breath.”

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The floor dropped away. Her arms enclosed me as we sank under, her face pressed into mine and her lips fastened around me. Then her mouth opened and I even felt her breath as we plunged under. My hand had grasped her breast tighter and Sashiko’s moan of pleasure vibrated in her throat as I squeezed hard, kneading her covered flesh with my fingers.

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I opened my eyes and found everything dark. We were floating, wrapped in each other, almost reclining. I couldn’t tell. There was no up or down anymore.

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I could hardly see anything, the water seemed cloudy — no, steamy, and getting even hotter. I heard nothing, then felt a gentle bump — Sashiko’s legs had touched the floor of the pool first. Much deeper than I’d thought. Then I distinctly felt us rising back up.

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Splashing. We broke the surface. Water streamed over my face and I breathed in, struggling to hold onto a wall that was suddenly there behind me. My legs were pressed up against a floor and tangled with hers, then she backed away. My hand released Sashiko’s breast and I brushed at my face, shaking off the water.

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Hot water. It was up to my chest. My legs were spread before me, my rear nestled in a curved intersection of wall and floor.

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“Sashiko?” Oh god, where was she?

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Sashiko’s face and neck emerged from the bubbly, steamy surface just a few feet from me. “Hello, Seth.”

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“Are we here?”

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A floor beneath me, much more shallow. Walls closer all around, in the shape of a heart? Red walls, with no door — there was no way in here besides whatever magic she had used to bring us here in the first place! Hot, humid air, and foggy mirrors, with shelves under them holding multiple candles, all along the outside, with tiny flames flickering yellow light … and I had recovered enough from that magical transition for my heart to start pounding again for a different reason.

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“Do you like hot tubs?” Sashiko glided forward, her body prone and invisible beneath the steamy surface.

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“I don’t know. I’ve never been in one.”

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“Ever dream of one?” Her head slipped lower toward the surface but her shoulders were still visible.

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“I … I … yes.”

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Sashiko stopped advancing and stared. Narrow, dark eyes. High cheekbones. Wet black hair, glinting in the candlelight and dripping about her tan shoulders, bare except for the slender blue straps. “Tell me about it.”

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I swallowed. “Um …” I didn’t remember it very well. How would she know if I was not repeating it verbatim? “Ah … there was a hot tub. Filled with hot water.” There. “Candles all around, and mirrors.” The back of Sashiko’s hair was reflected in one now, just above the burning flames. “And I was there, almost completely naked, and lying down …”

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Her wet lips formed a sultry smile as she lowered her gaze. “What kind of girl was there?”

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“Asian,” I mumbled. “Sexy beyond belief. Long, black hair. Gorgeous face, hips and legs. Breasts … incredible breasts. … She was in a bikini.”

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“And what did she do?”

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“She touched my penis and masturbated me underwater … I cummed and then she stripped.” My heart beat faster and Sashiko moved toward me again. “Then she knelt on top of me and let me penetrate her … and it felt so good …”

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“That’s not a dream.” Sashiko’s chin touched the water as she whispered, “That’s a prophecy.”

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With that her head slipped silently under the water, disappearing beneath the steam … then I felt her long body gliding just above mine, lying against the sloping wall on the floor. Her fingers touched my covered penis, then she lifted my underwear’s elastic band.

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“Oh god,” I muttered.

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Her hand slipped in and squeezed my penis, pinching it softly, noiselessly, underwater.

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Then she let go, and I felt her grasp the band and pull down. My legs lifted, suspended in the hot water, and I sighed, feeling her peel it off, past my legs, over my feet.

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Sashiko’s head emerged silently, just inches from my face, and her body slid over top of mine, her thighs and bikini bottom and the hot vagina under it pressed tightly against my bare penis, and her thin, pink lips glided up to fasten onto mine for another long, quiet kiss.

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“Mmm-mmmm,” she sighed.

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Finally she edged back, staring serenely at me. Her knees moved onto the floor and she knelt in the water and lifted herself up out of it. The steamy liquid ran off her shoulders and then her blue bikini top. Her breasts protruded, nipples erect.

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“Take off my bra,” Sashiko told me.

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I reached around her back, under her right arm, found the string and pulled. The right one. It came loose and she slipped her arms out from under the straps, letting the cups hang loose on her breasts, clinging there with the water.

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I cupped Sashiko’s right boob in my hand and peeled off the top — first from her right breast, then her left. Huge boobs, wet and firm, red nipples fully erect.

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Sashiko brought herself closer and I buried my face into her breasts. “Ahhh,” she sighed as I moaned; with my mouth open, my lips closed around one nipple, sucked her, felt and heard her throat vibrating with pleasure. With my tongue out I licked her luscious boob, went down between them and then spread my tongue across her other one, kissed her, licked her nipple, sucked her nipple.

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“Ohhhh,” Sashiko whispered. Her hand splashed down into the water and I groped the sides of her hot wet breasts with both hands while I sucked on her hot wet nipple. Then I felt her hand wrap around my penis, under the water, and she jerked up and down.

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I felt myself ejaculate, slicking across her hand.

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“First cum,” Sashiko purred, her chin inches from my eyes.

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I pressed closer to her sensuous slick boobs while her other hand moved her limp bra top away — it had been floating in the water between us. She moved her chest even closer to my face while sliding her fingers up and down my penis, and my groin shuddered under water, convulsing with the thrill. Then I felt her knee press right up against my inner thighs, she was still kneeling in the water, and the heat, the wetness, the thrill!

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She moved her face up to mine for a kiss, and her lips touched mine and we fastened together. Again, a delicate kiss, with slow movements, and I felt more energy shudder through me.

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“Ahhhh. Oh, Sashiko …”

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Her face moved back and her long, expert fingers wrapped around my penis and squeezed tighter.

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“Is this good for you, Seth?”

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