In the warm, bubbly water of the hot tub, Arielle and I relaxed after a long day. The jets massaged our skin as we sipped champagne, enjoying each other’s company. Arielle, with her fiery red pixie cut, was the epitome of allure, her bright red lipstick adding to her enchanting appearance.
Our eyes met, and I felt a spark between us. I leaned in, my hand gently caressing her cheek, and pressed my lips to hers. Our kiss was soft, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel the heat building up inside me, my cock growing harder with every passing moment.
Arielle’s hands wandered down my chest, stopping at my belt. She undid it, her eyes never leaving mine, and slipped her hand inside my shorts, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward, seeking more contact.
She began to stroke me, her grip firm and confident. I reached for her, cupping her breasts through her bikini top. I could feel her nipples harden under my touch, and I knew she was as turned on as I was.
Breaking our kiss, Arielle stood up, her body glistening with water. She removed her bikini top, revealing her perky, pink nipples. I leaned forward, taking one in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, her hand gripping my hair tighter.
She then slipped out of her bikini bottom, straddling me in the hot tub. I could feel her wetness on my cock, and I guided her down onto me, her pussy swallowing my length. She began to ride me, her hips moving in rhythm with the jets.
I reached up, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She moaned, throwing her head back, her red hair cascading down her back. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around my cock.
I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her hips bucking faster, her pussy milking my cock. I could feel myself getting closer, my balls tightening.
With one final thrust, I came, filling her pussy with my cum. She collapsed onto me, her body trembling with pleasure. We stayed like that for a few moments, our bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
Eventually, Arielle got off me, sitting down in the hot tub. We sat there in silence, enjoying the warmth and the intimacy. I looked at her, her red hair sticking to her face, her lips still red from her lipstick. I knew I had found someone special, someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
And as we sat there, in the hot tub, under the stars, I realized that our love story had just begun.
