As I made my way through the house, I heard James scrambling to grab the champagne bucket and follow me. As I reached the back door, he caught up with me before I could open it. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him.
“Mmmmm, Skylar, you are a naughty girl,” he said in my ear. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I placed my hand over his and pushed it up to my breasts. “Well, it’s dark outside and the weather’s nice,” I answered as his kissed my neck. “I want to get in the hot tub.”
He bumped the cold bucket against my butt, making me yelp. He chuckled and kissed me again on the neck. “I’ve been wondering when we were going to do this.”
I reached behind me and touched his hip. “One thing first,” I said. I turned to face him and planted a smooch on his soft lips. “Off with your drawers.” I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and drew them down. He was still mostly hard, and his dick sprung a bit from its confinement. I gave the head a firm lick, making him moan as he stepped gingerly out of the briefs. I tossed them to the side and stood back up.
“Let’s go!”
I opened the door and stepped out onto our deck. I made certain the light was off, but a glow from the tub came from its underwater lamp. I still had our glasses in my hand and set the down on the drink platform. James placed the bucket down and helped me climb into the warm water before joining me.
The tub’s fairly deep. If we were sitting on the floor, I’d drown and just the top of his head would be out. But there were benches at two levels to sit on that were plenty roomy enough for fun. One bench in a corner was high enough that your bottom was just barely in the water, while the other four along the sides were well submerged.
I’m telling you, this tub was made for sex.
As we stood there for a moment I pulled James to me for a kiss. As we broke apart, he cupped my face and stared directly into my eyes. I love his eyes. They can make me feel like a child about to be scolded, but it excited me.
“I love you, Skylar,” he said softly. “You always know just how to turn me on.” His eyes were stern, but I could sense the lust behind them.
I gave him another smooch. “Jamie, pour us another drink while I turn on the jets, okay?”
He filled the glasses as I set the jets to a nice and steady, yet powerful level. He settled onto a low bench and I sat on his lap. He handed me a glass and began to nuzzle my neck.
“Now, now, now. Finish your drink,” I said. I gulped down my glass. “In fact, let’s finish this bottle.” I stood and grabbed the bottle to pour myself another.
“Eh, why not?” he said. We each swigged down a few more glasses until only a trickle remained in the bottle.
