About six months ago, I installed a jacuzzi on my patio. It's quite popular with my friends, and quite good at making me new ones, too.
I discovered the true usefulness when talking to a neighbour one Friday evening around seven, whilst fetching the mail. After a brief discussion on the weather that day, I mentioned that I was going to recover by taking a dip in my shiny new jacuzzi.
As I said this, a young woman returning to the large apartment complex across the road from me overheard.
'Do you really have a jacuzzi? That is sooo cool!' squealed the slender young ginger. I nodded and grinned.
'I wish we had a jacuzzi.' she continued, pouting. 'The guys in the apartments are gross. They leave the pool a mess.'
'Well, friends of mine are supposed to be coming over in about an hour anyway, but you can keep me company until then...' I paused, waiting for her name.
'Jessica. My name's Jessica. I'll be right back!' she shouted as she ran across the road to change into her bikini.
I grinned to myself as she trotted off. There were no friends coming -- but she did not know that! When a thirty year old fit and tanned guy offers to strut topless in a pair of board shorts, very few college girls think to say no.
Ten minutes later Jessica knocked on my front door and I led her through to the jacuzzi. She squealed with delight and hopped right in, gladly accepted the beer I offered.
Heat and alcohol are a great combination, especially when added to naive young women. By the time the hour ticked over, she was giggling happily and telling me about her hairdressing course at the local College.
'Where are your friends, Mark?' asked Jessica.
I looked at my watch. It was about half past the hour. 'Hmm, I better go check they're OK.' I said, climbing out of the water.
I wrapped a towel around me and went inside. I acted like I was making a call, and faked laughing at something funny. As I returned to the jacuzzi with fresh beers, I announced that 'Her folks rocked up just as they were about to come over. Mike is quite displeased, haha!'. Jessica giggled, and accepted a fresh beer.
We chatted more about her degree, and her friends at the nearby Uni. She was now on her third beer -- well, until she dropped it into the water, that is.
'Whoops!' she yelped. She tried to catch it on it's way down, but failed miserably. She pouted for a moment at the water where it was gone, trying to decide if she wanted to wet her hair to fetch it.
'It's not worth it now, babe' I said, grinning at the pathetic expression on her face.
I stood up and reached over her to fetch fresh beers for both of us. I felt my leg brush against her knees in the water, and as they did, her legs parted to let me reach for the beer. I opened and handed her a fresh bottle and she took a big swig, still pink from the embarrassment of losing the previous one.