My Cousin and I Fulfilled the Jacuzzi Fantasy

The idea started buzzing around in my head on an ordinary afternoon, on my way back from university. I was walking with my backpack slung over one shoulder, staring at the buildings without really seeing them, when I looked up toward a fourth-floor balcony. A couple was behind the glass, no curtain, no attempt to hide. He had her pinned against the window frame, his pants around his ankles, fucking her from behind with thrusts that made her tits bounce against the glass. She was biting his forearm with her eyes closed, as if the whole street were invisible. Her mouth was open with every slam of his hips, his cock driving into her all the way, his hands squeezing her tits until they turned purple. I stood on the sidewalk like an idiot, my heart hammering against my ribs and my cunt soaking my panties right there on the pavement. When she opened her eyes for a second and looked down, I held her gaze. She smiled. She smiled as if she’d been waiting for me, and just then he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back without stopping fucking her. She never stopped looking at me.

That night I couldn’t think of anything else. Not of them, exactly. Of the possibility. Of someone seeing me without warning, without permission, and not being able to look away. The feeling chased me for weeks, in class, on the subway, in bed. Every time I passed a building with the lights on I’d lift my head, searching. In bed I’d touch myself thinking about it, with two fingers inside and my thumb circling my clit, coming against the pillow while I imagined a line of strangers watching me from a window across the way.

I told Lucía two weeks later, one Sunday afternoon at her place, when her mother went to the supermarket and we were left alone on the sofa. Lucía and I are cousins. In any decent family, that should have been enough to keep none of what happened from ever happening. But we’d been touching each other in secret for almost a year at birthdays, weddings, in any empty room we could find during Sunday gatherings. Always fast, always afraid someone would open the door. Always with our clothes half-off, with a hand under a skirt searching for the other girl’s soaked cunt, with two fingers sliding in and coming out sticky so we could suck them before going back to the table. Always with the urgency of something that couldn’t last.

—I have one too —she told me after listening—. A fantasy. I want to do it in a jacuzzi. No rush. An entire night. Like we’re a couple and nobody can come in to interrupt us. I want to eat your pussy until you scream, without having to cover your mouth.

We looked at each other. No more needed to be said.

The following Friday we booked a suite at a hotel downtown, one with a view of an avenue that never stayed still. Lucía told her boyfriend she was going to a weekend course in another city. I told my mother I was sleeping at a classmate’s place to finish an assignment. Cookbook lies, rehearsed a thousand times in the bathroom mirror.

We arrived at the hotel as it was starting to get dark. The room was on the fifteenth floor. A full window wall, floor to ceiling, with no curtains to block much of anything. A jacuzzi beside the glass, bubbles humming as if they were impatient. Lucía dropped her bag, took off her sneakers, and leaned toward the window.

—Look at the lights —she said, without turning around—. From the building across the street, you can see everything.

I came up behind her and slid my hands around her waist. She smelled like jasmine and that cream she always uses, the light-blue jar she’s had since high school. I kissed her neck just under the ear, where I knew her skin would tremble, and slipped a hand inside her jeans to feel for her panties. She was wet, just as I knew she would be. I pressed her cunt with my open hand, no fingering, just letting her feel the weight of my palm.

—Get changed —I whispered in her ear—. I want to watch you get into the water. I want to see you naked before your tits get wet.

She went into the bathroom and came out in a black bikini, the kind that ties in the back with a loose knot. I put on a red two-piece I’d bought that week thinking of this exact moment. We looked at each other a second too long, both of us standing there in the middle of the room, as if we were still embarrassed to be really seen.

—Don’t be shy, cousin —I told her, repeating one of her jokes from months before—. We’re just getting started.

She laughed and got into the jacuzzi first. The hot water rose to her neck. I lowered myself in slowly, watching her, and sat astride her. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her long and deep, without hurry. I slid my tongue into her mouth and she bit it softly, just enough to make my back prickle. I grabbed one breast over the fabric and squeezed her nipple between two fingers, twisting it until she let out a short moan against my mouth. The water held us up. For the first time in a year, nothing was rushing us with the urgency of a family birthday.

—See your shadow in the glass? —I asked in a low voice—. Anyone looking up from below knows what we’re doing. They know I’m touching your tits in the water.

—Let them look —she said, her mouth against mine—. Let them jerk off watching you eat me.

I tugged the bikini knot with one finger. The top gave way and fell to her chest. I ran my tongue over one breast and then the other, slowly, sucking her nipples whole, biting them until she dug her nails into my back. She tipped her head back against the rim of the jacuzzi, breathing through her mouth. The water covered us to the waist. I started rubbing against her thigh, shamelessly, riding her under the water, searching for bone with my clit through the red fabric.

—That’s what I like —she murmured—. Feeling you can’t wait. Feeling your wet little cunt on my leg.

—I can’t —I admitted—. I’ve been imagining this all week. Spent the whole week fingering myself thinking about your tongue.

She bit the side of my neck, right where I’d kissed her. Then she yanked the top of my bikini down and sucked on my breasts with that concentration that drives me crazy, like they’re the only thing in the world. She sucked one tit deep into her mouth and let it go with a wet pop before moving to the other, while she slid a hand between my legs under the bikini bottom and opened my lips with two fingers. She found my clit, hard, and started circling it slowly, under the water, while she kept eating my tits. I kept grinding against her, harder and harder, riding her hand, until I felt the water wasn’t enough to hide how soaked I was inside.

—Up on the edge —she ordered, pulling her fingers out and taking them to her mouth to suck them—. I want to eat your pussy in the light. I want to see everything.

I did what she asked. I sat on the ceramic edge of the jacuzzi, right in front of the window wall, and yanked off the bottom of my bikini. The hotel living-room light lit up my whole back and my cunt, spread wide open, with my thighs apart and everything shining with water and with me. Behind the glass, the city lights twinkled as if they were answering me. Lucía spread my legs with both hands, settled between them in the water, and looked up at me, her mouth already parted.

—Look at that beautiful cunt —she said—. All swollen. All mine.

—It’s yours. Eat it.

—I swear I’m not stopping until you come on my face.

And she started eating me. Slowly at first, with her tongue flat, tracing me from top to bottom as if she had all the time in the world. She ran the tip over the entrance to my cunt, slipped her tongue inside and stirred it around, then went slowly back up to my clit and circled it without touching it until a moan escaped me in pure desperation. I clutched the edge with both hands so I wouldn’t slide off. She dug her fingers into my thighs to open me wider, then focused there, on the exact spot the tongue learns on its own with practice. She sucked my clit with her lips closed, tugging it gently, rolling it around with the tip of her tongue.

—Don’t stop —I begged—. Please don’t stop. Put it in me.

—Fingers too?

—Everything. Put everything in me.

She shoved two fingers in at once and my cunt swallowed them whole. She curled them, searching for the ceiling, pulled them out shining, and pushed them back in, at a rhythm that made my heels hit against her back. Her tongue never left my clit for a second. I looked down at my feet, then at the ceiling, then at the window wall, and for a second I thought I saw a silhouette on the balcony across from us, someone smoking, someone maybe watching us with a hand in their fly. That thought finished blowing my mind apart. I pressed my legs against her head, grabbed her hair with both hands, slammed her face against my cunt, and came over her mouth without giving a shit about the noise I was making. I came with both legs trembling, shouting something I didn’t even understand, soaking her chin and neck. I felt her laugh against my skin just before she kept sucking me, softer now, wringing the last tremors out of me as if she were finishing an ice cream cone.

It took me a while to catch my breath. Lucía lifted her face and licked her lip, looking at me with that satisfied expression only she can give me. My cum was shining on her chin.

—One more —she said—. We said two fantasies.

—What’s the second one? —I asked, still breathless.

—That you eat me outside. On the terrace. With the city watching.

She got out of the jacuzzi, dripping water, and held out her hand. We stepped out and crossed the room barefoot, leaving a wet trail on the parquet floor. The suite’s terrace was narrow and looked straight down over the avenue. Fifteen floors below, people walked without lifting their heads. But there was an office building right across from us, at the same height, with lit windows and silhouettes moving behind them. It was Friday night and people were still working.

Lucía leaned against the railing, still wearing the bottom of her bikini and her tits bare, her nipples hard from the cold. I knelt on the wet floor. I pulled the garment down to her ankles and left it there, around her heels. Her body was lit by all the city lights, shining with water and the cold air sticking to her skin. Her cunt was at mouth level, already open, already gleaming.

—Look at me —I said before starting—. Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see who’s eating you.

She looked down. I held her gaze as I ran my tongue over her for the first time, from bottom to top, long and slow, ending in a wet kiss on her clit. I saw her mouth fall open without a sound. I dug my fingers into her ass and pressed her against my face, pushing my tongue inside her. I devoured her as if I’d been waiting years for it, because in part I had been waiting years for it. Since those summers at my uncles’ pool, when I still didn’t know this was something you could feel. I sucked her lips, one and then the other, tugged them gently with my teeth, ran my whole tongue from her ass to her clit in one long lick. She shuddered all over and slapped the railing with her open palm.

—Camila… fuck…

It was the first time she said my name like that, with that broken voice. It made me harder. I slid two fingers into her without warning and curled them, searching for the spot, while I kept sucking her clit without letting up. She gripped the railing with both hands and started rocking her hips against my face, fucking my mouth shamelessly. The terrace was dark compared with the room, but behind her the suite’s window wall was lit, outlining us sharply. Anyone with a good view, in any of the dozens of lit windows across from us, could see two girls doing what we were doing: one naked girl leaning on the fifteenth-floor railing, with another girl’s head buried between her legs.

—Put them deeper —she gasped—. Faster. Like that, like that, don’t stop…

I slid a third finger in and started fucking her cunt with my hand, driving in and out hard while I sucked her clit as if I were sucking a little cock. Water still ran down her thighs and mixed with what was leaking out of her. I could feel her walls closing around my fingers.

—I’m going to… I’m going to…

She didn’t finish the sentence. Her knees buckled and I held her up with my free hand, never letting go of her waist, while she came, squeezing my fingers in spasms that clenched me to the bone. I kept running my tongue over her, slowly now, sucking her clit between my lips carefully, drawing out every tremor until she pulled my face away with a shaking hand and her mouth open. She sank down onto the terrace floor, against the wall, her legs still open and her eyes shut, a bright thread running down the inside of her thigh.

We stayed there in silence for a while, her collapsed against the wall, me kneeling in front of her, both of us breathing like we’d run a marathon. A siren passed very far away. I sucked my fingers one by one in front of her, looking at her. She laughed, softly at first, then hard.

—I can’t believe we did it —she said.

—We did it —I answered—. Both things.

***

We went back inside. The bed was huge and white and smelled of starch. We flung ourselves down on our backs, still wet and not bothering to dry off, staring at the ceiling. Lucía turned her head and kissed my shoulder, softly, like a closing note. She still had my taste in her mouth.

—Nobody at home suspects anything —she said.

—Nobody.

—The cousins who say they can’t stand each other.

—The same ones —I replied.

I remembered my aunt at the last Sunday dinner, telling my mother that she and I “haven’t gotten along since we were kids, what can you do.” The two of them laughing, serving dessert. If they only knew that that same afternoon, before dessert, her daughter had slipped her hand under my skirt against the laundry-room door, two fingers in my cunt up to the knuckle, covering my mouth with her other hand so they wouldn’t hear me moan.

We fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other, with the jacuzzi’s bubbling still humming by the window, with the city lights slipping in through the curtainless window wall. In some building across the street, maybe, someone was still watching, one hand down their pants, finishing what they’d started with us. That thought was the last thing I had before closing my eyes.