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Hot
Tub
It is a gray day, and a soft snow has
been falling
since last night, covering the trees, the house, the
hills, softening them and bringing out the smooth
rise and fall of the land, as sensual and voluptuous
as the curves of a woman's body. It's a day when
the sky seems darker than the snow-covered ground,
giving the mildly intoxicating illusion that the
world is somehow upside down.
He's already intoxicated enough; he loves being out
here. His beer sits in a mug on the side of the tub,
frosted by the steam that rises in a cloud from the
hot water and condenses on the cold glass. He
considers taking a drink, but the water feels so
comfortable and warm, that instead he submerges
himself totally in the tub, letting the water close
over him, enclosing himself in the delicious warmth.
"Hey!”
Even underwater he hears her call and rises to her
voice, wiping his hair back from his face as he
does.
"God, I thought you were drowning!” she says with a
weak grin.
He smiles. "Jesus, this feels good! So you decided
to join me?”
"Well, you wanted me to, didn't you?” She's wearing
a thick terrycloth robe against the cold and,
incongruously, a pair of hiking boots.
"Nice shoes.” He teases.
"They're all I could find. I don't want to get my
slippers wet.” She opens her robe and he is
surprised to see she is wearing a two-piece bathing
suit.
"Jesus.” He says, "What are you wearing that for?”
She climbs the stairs to the rim of the tub before
stepping carefully out of her boots and looking with
concern at the water. "There's such a thing as
neighbors, you know. I don't want them seeing me
running around in the snow naked. God knows what
they already think of me, being in a hot tub in this
weather!”
"Come on! You can't even see their houses in this
snow. They can't see you. Besides, who's home at
this time of day on a weekday?”
"You never know.” She says.
She quickly takes off her robe, folds it and lays
it over his clothes, which he'd placed under the
plastic tarp covering a patio chair where the snow
wouldn't get to them. She steps tentatively into the
tub and stands there shivering for a moment, her
arms crossed over her breasts.
"Come on!” he said. He grabs her ankle and pulls.
She gave a scream of surprise, then plunged into the
tub.
"You bastard!” she yelled as she sputtered to the
surface.
"What?” he asks with feigned innocence. "You were
freezing out there!”
He went to her and took her in his arms and kissed
her. She was still shivering from the cold, her arms
clutched tight against her chest, trapped between
the two of them. She met his kiss, surprised again
at its intensity. He was always ready, it seemed,
always wanting her.
"Okay,” she said with a smile, her eyes gleaming,
"None of that. Not out here.” Yet his lust always
turned her on, and he knew it. She liked being
pursued by him, liked teasing him, almost as much as
she liked being caught.
He broke away from her and gestured at the world
outside the vaporous fog that enclosed them. "Look,”
he said, "Look over there. What do you see? Nothing
but falling snow, right? You can't even see through
the cloud of steam. No one can see us! And no one's
going to come over in this snow and start marching
around the house looking for us.”
She smiled but didn't answer. He was right. They
were indeed invisible, doubly wrapped in their own
little cloud of fog which poured freely from the
surface of the water as well as by the thick
curtains of fat snowflakes which obscured and
shrouded them from any prying eyes.
She pretended to ignore him and moved away, letting
her body float just under the surface of the water
as she closed her eyes and rested her head against
the side of the tub, luxuriating the warmth that
bathed her body and the cooler air upon her face.
She felt the exquisite tickle of snow falling on her
face, the fat flakes catching in her eye lashes. It
felt like hundreds of tiny kisses which instantly
melted and trailed down teasingly over her skin.
"Mmmm. You were right. This feels marvelous, I think
it's the first time I've felt warm all day.”
"Told you”
The silence was absolute, only the occasional lap of
the warm water when one of them moved disturbed the
emptiness. The only other sound was the soft almost
imperceptible hiss of the snow falling around them,
covering the world. Though he was no more than four
feet from her, the steam made his face blurry and
indistinct.
The warmth seeped into her, deep into her, relaxing
her muscles and chasing away the nagging chill she'd
been carrying around with her seemingly for weeks.
Now her hands, her fingers, even her toes felt
bathed in relaxing liquid warmth, and she felt she
could stay there forever. He had been right to
insist that she fire up the tub in this insane
weather, and she should tell him, but she felt too
comfortable and absorbed in the heat to want to say
anything.
They lay there for long minutes, and though her eyes
were closed, she was aware of him not far from him,
and lazily realized he was staring at her, desire
building in him. She could picture the look on his
face, a look she loved, that was almost frightening
in it's hungry intensity. Still, she just lay there
peacefully, as if she were innocent of all impure
thoughts, as innocent as the falling snow.
She felt him stir in the water, and then his face
was beside hers, dripping with water. In his eyes
was that look she had seen so precisely in her
mind's eye. His eyes sent a thrill through her. She
felt his hand caress her body softly. He wouldn't be
put off any longer, and she suddenly found she had
no desire to resist.
The sensuous pleasure of the hot tub had left her
feeling high, inebriated, as if her mind had
succumbed to the languorous pleasure as well.
Looking past him through the cloud of mist she saw
the landscape was reduced to an arrangement of black
and bluish-gray set against the soft white of the
snow, like an abstract painting. It was all so
beautiful, so still, so quiet and soothing, that her
body almost with a mind of its own responded
instinctively, and suddenly she was ravenously horny
for him.
As if he'd already read her mind, he moved his hands
around her and held her body up horizontally just
under the surface of the water, as he kissed her
breasts, ran his lips down her stomach then back up,
devoured her as if she were a piece of food.
He moved between her legs and she didn't resist him
as he pressed her body down into the water and held
her, pressing her against the side of the tub with
his hips. She felt his fingers working at the ties
on either side of her bikini bottom and shifted
slightly to give him access. She didn't care now,
and she opened her mouth unbidden to accept his
kiss, hotter than the water they were in, insistent,
not playing any more.
She finally had to cry out and turn her face away to
catch her breath, but her startled laugh couldn't
hide her rising excitement. By that time her bottom
was off and she felt him pressing hard and demanding
against her mons. He threw the bottom of her suit
on the rim of the tub, then filled his hands with
the two halves of her ass, pulling her to him so he
could slide the swollen length of his tool between
the warm petals of her eager sex.
There would be no extended foreplay this time, nor
did she want any. The water had already relaxed her
completely, and she didn't want any more teasing or
stimulation. She was ready for him now, and wanted
him hard and deep inside her. As they kissed
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