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 slitted 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.