to the wall and begins to undo the towel that is tightly bound around his waist. Alyssa looks away awkwardly, though every muscle in her body wants to steal a look, even if just for a moment. She stares straight ahead, though, waiting for the man to enter the pool. He does so soon enough and gets in with a large splash. Apparently, he is not one for delicacy. He sinks into the heat adjacent to Alyssa and throws an arm over the edge nonchalantly. Alyssa glances over at him and catches him staring at her. His eyes travel over her body and Alyssa smiles. Maybe he’s into this too. Finally, the man breaks the silence with a chuckle. “I see you’re a bit more modest than me when it comes to bathhouses.” Alyssa looks down at her clothing. It covers everything a man would want to see in a situation like this. Good. More to the imagination then. “I certainly am…” Alyssa trails off as she looks at what the man is wearing. Nothing. It is difficult to see clearly through the steam and water refraction but there is no change in color as his body sinks into the water. He is completely naked. Alyssa’s heart skips a beat yet again. Lustful thoughts flood her mind. In the 45
haze, this mysterious man hungrily grabs her ass and caresses her body gently with his rough hands. He then sets her on the cool brick floor, lifts up her legs, and thrusts himself deep, deep inside of her. Unsatisfied, he then drops his head down and licks her up eagerly. He continues to lick and coddle her until she begs for release, letting out uncontrollable moans—she wants to scream in pleasure. “Name’s Tyron, by the way.” Alyssa is jolted back to reality by his words. “Aah. Alyssa… It’s nice to m-meet you.” Alyssa is stammering uncontrollably. Her body is yearning for this man. She doesn’t know him, but she wants him. She wants him now. Alyssa tugs at her choker. Tyron smiles. “Where ya from, Alyssa? I haven’t seen you ar—” “Oh, just shut up and fuck me.” The steamy thoughts had won. Again. “Pardon?” Tyron questions, taken aback by Alyssa’s sudden shift. 46
“You heard me.” With unprecedented grace and speed, Alyssa lifts herself out of the pool and walks over to the closed door. Water drips elegantly off her form as she grabs the end of the bench that is directly adjacent to the door and pulls with honed strength. The bench grinds and moans, but does move as Alyssa flexes her muscles in the effort. She drags the bench several feet to the side so that it now covers the door. No one is coming in here now. It’s just her and Tyron. 47
Chapter 9 [Explicit]: Tyron Takes Control A lyssa, satisfied with her work, turns around to address Tyron. “I said shut up and fuck me.” A huge, dumbfounded grin slowly takes over Tyron’s face. “I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he says. With that, he stands up in the water. Streams of droplets run down his thick, toned thighs before returning to their watery home. Alyssa’s mouth dries as she stares at the hunk before her. He lifts one leg out of the water and Alyssa sees what she’s 48
been waiting for. His cock is already fully erect and bounces a bit as he takes a few confident steps toward her. Absentmindedly, Alyssa takes a few steps back and leans against the waist-height table full of bath towels behind her. She crosses her legs gracefully and throws back her shoulders, bracing herself against the table. She is leaning nonchalantly but can feel her heart beginning to pound faster. What has gotten into her? “I… I do know what I want.” Alyssa says with a slight quiver. Her eyes are still locked onto Tyron’s quickly approaching manhood. Tyron says nothing as he finally meets Alyssa at the table. He leans down, places a hand on Alyssa’s chin, and lifts her head so that her eyes meet his. There is an intensity in his eyes that both excites and shocks Alyssa. They exude confidence and strength but they also look… hungry. Well, she’s quite starved herself. Just as she finishes that thought Tyron leans down, cups Alyssa’s face with both of his hands, and embraces her in a deep, sloppy kiss. Their lips touch for only a moment before Tyron forces his tongue deep into her mouth. Alyssa reacts with a surprised 49
moan but she is too horny to think about it any longer. His tongue explores her mouth, caressing her teeth and gums. She can feel his excitement and his longing. His strong hands had not let go of her head for the entire embrace so far. He is obviously intent on taking control, and she is happy to let him. She had worked hard today. It’s time to relax. Apparently satisfied with his scan of her mouth at last, Tyron pulls back from Alyssa and lets her head go. Both of them breathe heavily as Alyssa wipes his saliva from her lips. “You seem like you know what you want, too.” Alyssa teases. “I’ve been in a… dry spell recently. And you’re giving me an offer I can’t refuse.” Tyron responds. He has yet to stop grinning. “Good. I don’t want any weak shit. Give me all you got.” Alyssa says with a sly smile. Where is this confidence coming from? Tyron, needing no more invitation, chuckles to himself. Without responding, he sensually leans over Alyssa, moves an arm behind her, and deftly swipes every single bath towel off of the table and 50
onto the floor. Alyssa understands his intentions but before she can react, Tyron wraps his hands around her waist and hoists her up onto the table. He then playfully pushes Alyssa down into the table so that she now lies prone on it. She giggles a bit to herself, finding unexpected joy in his giddiness to get started. Tyron’s eyes scan Alyssa’s body, which is now elegantly laid out before him. She still has her tight t-shirt and shorts on, which promptly wet the table as they are still dripping with water. Tyron’s gaze makes Alyssa a bit self-conscious and her cheeks flush a deep red as he analyzes every single piece of her refined, half-naked body. He notes her fiery-red hair that was once meticulously brushed and tied up but is now a destroyed, messy ponytail. He stops and stares at the freckles that dot her cheeks and shoulders, marveling at their beauty and grace. He smiles at her smooth, pale skin, which glistens with endless crystal beads of water. His eyes reach her chest, and he frowns a bit. It’s barely noticeable, but Alyssa can feel it. She can feel his disappointment at the size of her breasts. What else could it be? She knows they are small. Men always want them to be bigger. She wishes they were. 51
Her thoughts begin to ooze with familiar feelings of doubt, dismay, and worthlessness. Nothing is ever good enough. She spends so much time agonizing over every single detail of her appearance and all she gets in return is slight frowns from men with impossibly high expectations. What’s the point in even try— Alyssa’s thoughts are cut short by an unexpected squeal originating from her own mouth as a surge of pleasure washes through her body and short-circuits her mind. She snaps back to reality and focuses on Tyron. While she had been lost in her own head, he had completely removed her shorts and was now successfully shoving his cock into her. “Fuck me,” Alyssa lets out, in a raspy, heavy breath. The sensation was unexpected but is a delicious change of pace. Her previous mindset has washed away, but she is acutely aware that her t-shirt is still on. And Tyron is making no move to remove it. Tyron grunts as he rams himself into Alyssa once more. “Yea? You like that?” He asks with a wild look in his eyes. 52
Alyssa stifles a moan. It’s been years since she’s opened herself up and Tyron is easily the biggest she’s had. She can feel his cock stretching her and reaching spots that have never been reached before. An intoxicating wave of euphoria washes over her with every thrust. “Y-yes… I—hng love it,” She barely manages to squeak out. Tyron is barely even listening, though. He has moved Alyssa’s legs to be straight up into the air so that he has direct access to her ass. He greedily gropes at her and begins to thrust faster. He is already breathing heavily and beads of sweat are starting to drip down his head. He shoves his cock deeper inside Alyssa. He plunges himself as deep as he possibly can. Low, guttural grunts escape his mouth with every thrust. 53
Chapter 10 [Explicit]: Climax in the Bathhouse A t this point, Alyssa can barely think straight. Her warmth is pounded over and over again and every time Tyron reaches her depths, her body involuntarily spasms. Her arms shoot up as she instinctively clutches the edge of the table. She squirms and yelps in delight. Her yelps get louder, more passionate. One thrust hits a particularly sensitive spot and she lets out a full scream. She covers her mouth in embarrassment, but it doesn’t stop the exclamations of bliss from escaping. If the entire tavern can hear her, so be it. This erotic tangle of passion and ecstasy continues on and on without rest. Neither party cares how long it has been—both are too preoccupied to even 54
consider moving to a different position. Tyron vigorously rams into Alyssa’s depths and Alyssa helplessly tries to control her body as it twists and turns in pure delight. Alyssa feels it first. She feels her body slowly, powerfully begin to tense up. At first, she is unsure what it is. This is not a feeling she has had before. But then a thought occurs to her. Could she be reaching an orgasm? Is this what it feels like? The idea is exciting but passes quickly as Tyron quickens his pace. Tyron is now thrusting as fast as he can. Alyssa feels his length beginning to twitch inside of her and she knows what is coming. Right on cue, Tyron pulls out of her and starts to stroke himself with ravenous tenacity. He is still grinning and the wild look in his eyes has grown in intensity if that was even possible. Mentally, Alyssa sighs to herself as the wave of tense satisfaction fades from her body. She was so close, too. Might as well give him what he wants. “Ohhh yeah, Tyron. Come for me. Come all over me. Let it all go and cover me with your seed.” 55
As she says this, Alyssa puts on the most innocent, pleading face she can muster. Her bottom lip juts out and she makes intense eye contact, not wavering for a second. She has become quite good at this face over the years, though never in this context. Tyron’s eyes practically pop out of his head as she says this and he lets out one last heaving groan as the tightness in his cock releases. Short streams of cum shoot out and land all over Alyssa’s awaiting body. Her still stretched-out body takes it all and the first surge lands right on her midriff, spreading out over her abs. She still smiles an adorable, charming smile as the second wave spatters across her covered breasts. One last stream of cum fires out farther and finds its mark on her lips, nose, and even a bit on her left eye. Alyssa reacts with a dainty gasp and breathes with intentional fervor in an effort to make her chest rise and fall seductively. Why is she trying so hard to impress this stranger? Alyssa absentmindedly licks her lips, curious as to its taste. The saltiness surprises her, but it’s not bad. Her body is still buzzing and hot with energy from her near-climax a few seconds ago. She wants more. She wants to scream and writhe and lose control of her body to a man she loves. But Tyron will never be that man. That much is clear. He’s had his fun. 56
The high of such passionate intercourse slowly fades from Alyssa’s body and a growing sense of pure embarrassment starts to take its place. She looks over at Tyron, who is breathing heavily and leaning limply against the wall. Why had she done that? There’s no doubt that Tyron is a gorgeous man, but he is also a complete stranger. Damn, was he big though. Alyssa feels something drip off of her chin and becomes hyper-aware of his semen, which is now gently sliding all over her abs and face. “Well,” Alyssa says suddenly. She sits up from her position on the table and crosses her bare legs. “You’re a big man, that’s for sure.” Alyssa reaches down and grabs a sprawled-out towel from the ground. She begins to wipe herself clean, erasing any evidence of their recent activities. She’s learned her lesson there. Tyron collects himself enough to stand up straight and put on a brave face. “And you’re the hottest damn woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking,” he says rather frankly and perhaps even with a hint of… admiration? The oddly sincere comment hits Alyssa like a brick. She stands there for a moment, speechless. 57
“Oh, and I hope you don’t mind that I left your top on,” Tyron continues. “I have a bit of a thing for small tits under tight clothes. You really are like a dream come true.” Again, the candid, genuine praise of her body sends Alyssa’s head spinning. He… likes her breasts? But they’re so small—how could he? He seemed so genuine, though… “N-not… Not at all…” is all Alyssa can sputter out as her mind tries to process the idea of someone legitimately complimenting her appearance, no matter crudely how crudely put it may have been. Tyron smiles his characteristic huge smile. “Erm, hey… so… When can I see you again? Our first meeting was such a success and all…” He trails off. This puts Alyssa in a panic. She quickly finishes scrubbing herself clean and rushes to pick up the discarded elements of her armor. She begins to strap everything back on as she responds. “Tyron, this was a very enjoyable time, but I’m uhh… I’m really not looking for anything serious at the moment. J-just… Just consider 58
me… a little gift from the Gods. For doing such good work recently.” At this, Alyssa nervously gives Tyron a peck on the cheek, kicks the bench away from the door, and practically sprints out into the main tavern entrance. Why had she said that last part? Where did that come from? The Gods? Lyss!! That was such a weird thing to say! Get it together. Just get home. Just get home and you can sit in private and process the day. What a day. What a fucking day. 59