In the warm embrace of a hot tub, nestled on the side, partially submerged in the bubbling water, sat Amelia. The gentle hum of the jets soothed her as she reclined against the molded plastic, her eyes closed in contentment. Her long, chestnut hair was piled atop her head in a messy bun, a few tendrils having escaped to frame her flushed face. The water lapped at her bare shoulders, her chest and stomach hidden by the tub’s ledge, her legs stretched out before her. A delicate silver chain adorned her ankle, the only jewelry she wore, the rest of her body bare and glistening with water droplets.
From the house, the sound of the sliding glass door alerted her to the presence of another. She opened her eyes lazily, turning her head to see who it was. A man, tall and lean, with dark hair and a scruffy beard, emerged from the house and made his way towards the tub. She recognized him as Ethan, a friend of her brother’s who had come to visit for the weekend. He was attractive, she had to admit, but she had never given him more than a passing thought.
Ethan approached the tub, his eyes taking in Amelia’s partially nude form. She didn’t feel self-conscious, instead feeling a slow burn of desire kindle in her belly. She held his gaze, challenging him to look away. He didn’t, instead stripping off his shirt and shorts, revealing his toned body. He climbed into the tub, settling in opposite her.
They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Amelia broke the silence, her voice low and sultry.
“I didn’t take you for a rule breaker, Ethan.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. “And what rule would that be?”
“The ‘no skinny dipping in the hot tub’ rule.”
He shrugged, his eyes never leaving hers. “I didn’t realize it was a rule.”
She laughed, the sound rich and full. “Well, it is.”
He moved closer, his legs brushing against hers under the water. She didn’t pull away, instead leaning into his touch. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
“Amelia,” he whispered, his voice husky.
“Yes?” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want you.”
She didn’t respond, instead closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to his. He kissed her back, his hands roaming her body, tracing patterns on her skin. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin. She arched her back, her breasts pressing against his chest. He cupped them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her hips bucking against his.
He continued his descent, his lips finding her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples. She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the tub as she writhed under his touch. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, his other hand tweaking the other. She cried out, her back arching as waves of pleasure washed over her.
He continued his exploration, his lips trailing down her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip. She spread her legs, her body trembling with anticipation. He didn’t disappoint, his lips finding her clit, his tongue swirling around it. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit. She moaned louder, her hands gripping his hair as she rode his finger. He added another, his pace quickening as she neared her climax. She cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her juices coating his fingers.
He didn’t give her time to recover, instead positioning himself between her legs. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. He thrust into her, filling her completely. She moaned, her nails digging into his back as he started to move.
He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against hers as he drove into her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with water and sweat. She moaned louder, her pleas for more echoing in the night.
He reached down, his thumb finding her clit again. She moaned, her body trembling as he brought her to the brink again. She came again, her body shuddering as she cried out his name. He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her.
They sat there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The water lapped at their skin, the jets providing a soothing balm to their post-coital bliss.
“I didn’t realize the hot tub was so…entertaining,” Amelia said, her voice laced with humor.
Ethan chuckled, his lips finding hers in a gentle kiss. “Neither did I.”
They sat there, the night air cool against their skin, the water providing a comforting warmth. For now, they were content, their bodies sated and their hearts full. The night was still young, and they had yet to explore all the pleasures the hot tub had to offer. But for now, they were content to simply be, their bodies entwined and their hearts connected.
