Moving fast has always paid off for me. On the night I saw Cindy peel off sweater, jeans, and little red thong and get into the hot tub I knew the only thing to do was follow suit. I was a little worried that my cock, shriveled by the December cold, would make a bad first impression but I figured that gazing at Cindy's enormous breasts and hard nipples would make it swell to a respectable size.
Now it was just the two of us in the hot tub. The warm water felt nice, as did the knowledge that the other people on the patio were doubtlessly looking at our bodies as they wondered if they should get in.
Cindy gave me a high five for my boldness, and told me winter hot tub parties were what everybody does in Minnesota, or someplace like that. I didn't really know her, we had only met earlier in the night. She started talking about a friend of mine that had fucked her in the recent past – I think she wanted a relationship with him and the alcohol loosened her inhibitions.