Blissed Out Bubbles

Date night was supposed to end with dessert, not disaster. But when the waiter brought the wrong wine and the fire alarm cut dinner short, we giggled our way back to the hotel, drunk on cheap cocktails and each other. By the time we stumbled through the door, I decided I didn’t care about the ruined meal. All I wanted was her.

No sooner had we got through the door and - still giggling - I pushed her onto the bed and jumped straight on top. The night marked our third month of dating, and I was obsessed with her. She was so much fun. Sexy. Kind. And her scent…fuck, she was divine.

We jostled around, stealing little kisses, fumbling our words over each other and declaring our love for each other. Kissing some more, I then remembered the giant, fancy bath in the centre of the bathroom. I nuzzled into her neck and gave her a dozen more kisses before racing to the tub.

“Where are you running off to? Come back and play with me”. Susie shouted from the other room. I stayed silent hoping she’d come to find me filling the tub and filling the room with anticipation.

Foam lapped at my collarbones, warm water soaking every inch of me when Susie walked into the doorway, wearing nothing but a smirk and the hottest lingerie set I’d seen her in yet. Staring into my soul, she stepped in fully clothed, grinning like a sinner who knew exactly what she was doing. “You didn’t think I’d just sit and watch, did you?” she teased, her bra clinging to her chest as the bubbles swallowed her up.

I laughed, splashing her, but the laugh caught in my throat when she pulled me onto her lap under the water. Her hands slid along my thighs, spreading them until I was straddling her, my nipples brushing against hers. “God, you feel good,” I whispered, the bubbles fizzing against my skin like champagne.

Her mouth found my neck, hot and desperate, and I arched back, letting her kiss, bite and taste every inch of me. When her hand trailed lower, slipping beneath the surface, I shivered. The bathwater rocked with every movement of her fingers, ripples spilling over the porcelain edge. “Is this what you wanted when you filled the tub?” she murmured against my ear.

“Yes,” I panted. “More.” That was all it took. She pushed me back against the cool ceramic edge, her fingers sliding inside me in one smooth, deep thrust that stole my breath. The bubbles broke around us in a froth, clinging to our skin, slipping between us as we moved together. Every snap of her hips sent water crashing over the sides, soaking the floor. It was messy. Chaotic. Perfect.

She held me close, eyes locked on mine, asking without words if I was okay. My answer came in the form of my nails dragging down her soaked shoulders, my moan breaking against her mouth. “Harder,” I begged, and she gave me exactly what I asked for.

The tub groaned under us, bubbles popping with every thrust, until I was gasping, trembling, water splashing around my cries. I clung to her like she was both a lifeline and the storm, waves of pleasure crashing over me until they broke with a violent, beautiful release.

When it was over, I lay draped against her, wet hair clinging to my face, bubbles still floating lazily on the surface. She brushed a strand from my cheek and kissed me softly. It left me aching for more. Then I remembered… My secret little weapon tucked away in my suitcase.

I bolted out of the tub, nearly slipping everywhere on my exit. I delved into my case with urgency like my life depended on it. I returned as quickly as I left, holding my clit stim behind my back with a grin like Susie had when she hovered in the doorframe. “Your turn.” I gleamed.