I went on a short work trip to LA, and was staying at a super luxury hotel. One of the benefits of being a highly-paid consultant is that you get to be flown around the world on someone else's dime. I'd been stressed with back to back meetings, and finally got to spend some time relaxing. I put on this new one-piece swimsuit I'd just bought - it was not sexy by any means, but my nipples do have a tendency to get hard in the right temperature, and when they do get hard and pointy this one-piece barely covers them — and went down a few floors to the state-of-the-art pool and ceramic, high-pressure hot tub.
It was mid-afternoon and the area was completely deserted. The hot tub had eight jets of water that were pumping out a high-pressure stream. I turned on a function labeled "bubbler" curious to know what it would do. There was a roar when I pressed the knob, and the hot tub started frothing like rapids. The electrical energy waves coming on my fingers through the knob made me a little damp, and I realized it had been a while since I'd masturbated. I looked down at my one-piece and saw a little wet spot beginning to form right where my clit was meeting the tight spandex. No one was around, so I felt completely free to be aroused in peace.
It was hot when I dipped my foot in at first, but then in a few minutes it was perfect. My toes found the strongest jet and I centered it on my big toe. The stream of water was very small and very specific, so I could keep it right on my big toe without ever needing to move it off, moving in a clockwise circle. I don't know how many times I did that, staring off into the designer pool area wondering if anyone else had done what I was thinking of doing right now.
I submerged my other foot, then up to my knees, gradually dipping my legs all the way in, thighs, hips, stomach, arms, boobs, right up to my neck. I'd put my hair up, piled high on my head in a series of braids, away from the hot water. A blanket of steam covered my face, and my body felt pleasantly weightless floating in the water. With the veil of steam surrounding the hot tub, no one could see in, so I had the sense I was in the middle of a cloud.
After I'd been sitting there for a few minutes listening to the jets gurgle and feeling the steam on my face, I started to get really wet. As casually as possible, I pushed my hands down and lifted my body up a bit so that the jet just hit my asshole, and then started moving it around in a clockwise circle like I'd just done with my toe. This way I could keep some semblance of propriety in case anyone walked in and discovered me. The jet felt great on my just-waxed asshole, but the problem was that it wasn't hitting my pussy from the right direction. So after checking left and right to make sure no one was watching, I turned my body around to face the wall of the hot tub, spreading my legs and making every effort to shorten the distance between my clit and the high-pressure jet. But after a few more minutes, I still couldn't get the best position to make me come, and so I just decided to go for it — I put my one leg up on the lower stair of the hot tub and raised my body so my mound was in direct contact with the jet.
I became so aroused in that hot tub that I completely stopped thinking about anything else. It was like my jet boyfriend was all I needed, he didn't ask for anything in return and he just kept circling around my clit — constant pressure, hot water flowing straight into me. I took some hot water in my mouth and held it there, pretending it was semen, as my legs started to go numb from the pleasure.
As I was about to come, my foot that was on the step of the hot tub slipped off and I was so dazed from sensations I was feeling that I started drowning. I tried to breathe and forgot that the water I had been keeping in my mouth was there, so I started choking. And then I felt myself being dragged out of the hot tub, and carried by someone to a chaise lounge chair. The person was male, and his arms were really nice, so I decided to keep this going as long as possible. I kept my eyes closed, and I felt his lips touch my lips. They were minty, and he smelled like chlorine. I spit out all the water I had in my mouth to give him the sense that he was actually doing a great job at saving my life, and started to gasp dramatically.
I was still incredibly aroused and ready to come, but now the presence of this person was making it really difficult. I cracked open my eyes and saw him, as he was lowering his ear in between my heaving breasts. To me in that moment, he looked exactly like Chris Hemsworth. He asked if I was okay, and I sort of nodded, just hoping that he would stop talking and start fucking me.
He sat beside me, just making sure I was okay. My clit was throbbing for something to continue stroking it. I almost just took his hand and forced it into the side of my one-piece, but I resisted. He smiled, getting up and telling me that if there was anything I needed, don't hesitate to ask. I waved, almost mad with horniness, as he started walking away. But I couldn't just let him walk away, so I went with this crazy idea.
