James had had it installed in the backyard as a surprise for me not long ago. But between our hectic schedules and recent rains, we hadn’t had a chance to break it in.
I have to admit I’m a sucker for sex in water. I don’t know what it is, but when I’m soaking wet, I can’t get enough. So one night, I decided that I was absolutely going to get pleasured in my new hot tub.
I set some scented candles in the living room and a bucket for a bottle of champagne, to lure him into the mood for the evening. It was beginning to get darker earlier, but it was still rather warm outside, so we’d be ale to enjoy the night.
Out by the tub I set some thick towels to bundle up in afterwards. I checked the water and felt a warm tingle rung through my entire body thinking of tonight.
Shortly before I knew James would be home, I changed into something I knew he wouldn’t resist. I slipped on a pair of white lacy boy-cut panties that rode high on my butt. Thongs are so boring. They leave nothing to the imagination. Besides, the snugness of my panties always made me feel as though James were there, cradling my bottom. I put on a matching bra, low cut so that my breasts were showing nice and full. Over top, I wore one of his oxfords with the sleeves rolled up and buttoned partly.
I took a look at myself in the full-length mirror as I pulled my auburn hair into a loose roll to keep it dry in the tub. I always have been an admirer of the female body. I was very please with myself tonight. I began to imagine the long night of passionate sex I was in for and felt that same jolt of arousal. Warmth began to radiate from between my thighs and my breasts began to swell with lust.
I began to roll my fingertips over my nipples as the warm from my thighs turned higher and wetter. I wanted James to smell my arousal, knowing how it turned him on so. I forced myself to stop and went downstairs to finish preparation.
From the kitchen I took the chilled champagne and set it in the bucket. I lit the candles, turned on some soft music and stretched out on the sofa.
I completed everything just in time to hear James entering from the foyer. “Skylar? Where are you?” I looked at the window. It wasn’t quite dark enough yet, so I’d delay him in the living room before heading out back.
I didn’t respond, knowing he would soon hear the music and smell the candles. I sat back and smiled, as his heavy footsteps came down the hall. Soon he stood in the doorway and saw me surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight.
“Surprise,” I said coyly.
He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he strolled into the room, his hinds in his pockets. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” He stood before me, looking down at me on the sofa.
