Sometimes my job is really tough. There are long hours and you’re mostly working alone. When I do well, nobody cares or really knows. But if I screw up, it’s like the gates of hell opened up and I’m holding on for dear life not to get sucked in. The point is… sometimes I’m really glad our apartment complex has a pool area with a top-quality jacuzzi.
When your hands are worn out and you’re having back trouble from being in one place for hours of the day, the warm blasts of water from a hot tub are just what the doctor ordered. So after some work was done, and I could cut loose, I found myself inside the elevator, wearing an old shirt, swim trunks and a backpack with my phone and other essentials.
Dipping into that hot water felt like I was being kissed by the sun while fifty horny nymphs started rubbing all over my body. There, chilling and relaxing in a hot bath of bubbling water, it was very easy to relax. My assignments for the week had gotten progressively more and more difficult, so just getting to lean back against the concrete stonework while the jets of blazing water nurtured my body felt amazing.