The night is balmy, the air hot and heavy. He suggests a dip in the hot tub. They both know it is too hot, that they will be overheated before the end of the first cycle. Still she says yes.
They change into bathing suits. He wears standard drawstring shorts; she chooses an itty bitty string bikini in black. He watches her tie the string around her neck. Watches her heavy breasts lift beneath the stretchy fabric, a small smile on his lips.
The moment they go outside, the moisture in the air weighs on their skin. They laugh at the silliness of sitting in hot water on a night like this, but they don’t stop. The lid of the tub on one side and the closed blinds of the neighbor’s window on the other provide a modicum of privacy. Enough privacy to have a bit of fun. Enough risk of a neighbor popping into their yard to add a bit of spice to the fun. The jets on, she stretches out in the lounger, spreading her toes to allow the water to run between them. An involuntary hmm…escapes her mouth as the jets pummel up and down her body. He sits across from her, watching the stress leave her face. He leans his head back on the headrest, letting himself relax too. Always leaving his eyes slightly open to watch her. Her breasts at the surface of the water looked so buoyant and perky. Why were her nipples so hard, even in this heat? He chuckles. They are hard because she knows he is watching. She can feel his eyes on her.
They both let their bodies go, let their muscles relax. Soon, she moves to his lap, straddling him. She softly kisses his lips. It’s a gentle kiss. Then she pulls his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles. His hands move to her hips and he pulls her down on him. Makes her feel his arousal. Before the end of the cycle, they agree it’s too hot to stay in. He makes sure she exits first. He likes to watch the water drip from her body. Likes to see her curvy bottom as she steps over the edge of the tub.
They don’t bother with towels, the hot air will dry their skin. He turns on the outdoor fan. Even in the heat, the air blowing on her wet skin raises gooseflesh. Her nipples grow even harder, pressing against the wet fabric of her suit.
They lay on the outdoor sectional, heads at opposite ends, legs intertwined. He pulls her foot into his lap and begins a massage. Then he raises the foot and kisses the instep. He raises his body on his knees and begins to lick and bite his way up her leg. As he moves higher, his bites are harder, more urgent. He moves her body so she is laying on her side and lays behind her, her back to his front. He shimmies his swimsuit down and unties the strings of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall away. He moves his arm around her shoulders and chest, holding her still. She can feel him pressing against her. He’s so hard. It makes her shudder with pleasure to feel how badly he wants her. How the site and feel of her body can make him so ready. She moves her hand to the soft wetness between her legs. He catches it before she can touch. “Not yet,” he whispers. “Patience.”
He presses against her, his cock sliding between her cheeks. The tip sliding through the wetness and spreading it along her crack. He growls in her ear incoherently. No words, just sounds. She tries to arch her back against him, but he’s holding her too tightly. He hears her breath speed up and her soft whimpers. Finally, he lets go of her hands. “You can touch now.” She reaches between her legs and makes herself cum while he holds her.
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