Hot-Hot Tub!
Jane and James were away from home for the first time in years. The kids were at the grandparents and they had been booked into a hotel as an anniversary gift.
It was a fairly good quality hotel, close to the sea and almost empty. The room was clean and functional and seemed totally normal until they found the hot tub.
"Oh. My. God!" laughed Jane as she opened the bathroom door and saw instead of a bath or wet room, a large hot tub sat against the wall on the cold tiled floor.
"Bloody tacky. I suppose this is their idea of romantic?" suggested James.
Jane shook her head and moved back into the bedroom, carrying with her the glass of gin and tonic she had made from the mini-bar.
"Might be nice to relax in, I suppose?" she laughed and continued to dress for dinner while James fiddled with the controls of the tub.
"It's not working," he muttered, twisting the taps back and forth.
"Leave it!" said Jane. "Get dressed. I want my dinner cooked for me tonight!" She struggled into a V-neck buttoned top that showed off far more cleavage than she usually did. James tried a sneaky grab of her lovely boobs but was batted away. "Dressed! Now!"
Down in the bar, the couple bought drinks from the rather camp barman and sat in a booth with a table. There was only one other couple in the bar, an older pair who didn't speak to each other at all. They soon left money on the table and shuffled off, the older man briefly nodding a hello to Jane as they passed. He also seemed to notice her impressive cleavage.
"You've pulled!" hissed James over the top of his glass.
Jane flicked him the finger and drank too, then quickly hid the gesture as the barman suddenly appeared.
"Well, I was going to ask if you were ready to order but..." he smirked and pretending he was insulted.
They all laughed and Jane coloured slightly red with embarrassment. "It was for my husband! He's a dick!" laughed Jane.
The barman smiled and put a mock protective hand on James' shoulder. "Oh! How rude! You can't speak to your loving husband like that!"
James shot Jane a puzzled look. This was far too familiar a gesture. Jane was enjoying the awkwardness of the situation as the hand remained where it was.
"Poor man! You come to the bar if you need rescuing or when you know what you want to eat. Just me on tonight as we are hardly full. I'm Toby." The barman wandered back to the bar as the couple smiled uncomfortably.
"I think it's you that's pulled!" whispered Jane and drank more of her gin and tonic.
James mouthed, "Piss off!" and then began to look through the menu. "Bit weird."
"He's obviously gay. Don't worry. I won't let him suck your cock," Jane whispered and picked up her menu too. "Unless you want him too..." she added with a smirk.
James shot her a warning frown and looked around nervously, which made her laugh even more. The gin was working its way into her system very quickly which could go either way.
"You ready to order?" he asked quickly.
"I mean if you still have those ideas..." Jane carried on relentless.
James grimaced. He wished he'd never told her about his bi-curious thoughts during sex talk- but it was too late now. "Pity there's no waitress then!" he fired back.
Jane just put out her tongue and sneered at the reference to her own fantasies. "Just get us both the pizza I think. I am not overly hungry. Oh, and another drink."
James moved out of his seat and ignored Jane's raised eyebrows in the direction of Toby. She could be a cheeky pain in the ass, but it was all good fun.
At the bar, Toby was texting but stopped as James approached. He smiled genuinely and punched a few buttons on the till to begin the order. "And what can I get for you?" he asked.
"New wife?" James shot back quickly. They both laughed and James cast a look over his shoulder at Jane. She was raising her eyebrows and smiling which Toby took to be mock suspicion of the chat, but James knew it was far more suggestive than that. James grimaced and felt himself slightly blushing despite himself.
"Aw, she seems lovely." cooed Toby.
"Well the old pervert who just left thought so; stared right down her top" James blurted. "Two pizzas. Margaritas. And same drinks please."
Toby repeated the order but giggled at the end. "Poor old fella. Who would notice that very, very, low cut top?" Toby made a comical shifty expression.
James laughed but was confused. Toby was quite effeminate but had made a sleazy reference to his wife's chest. James wasn't sure what to make of it. Toby was younger than the couple by possibly ten years, clean shaven and slim. He was very neat and had a strong flowery aftershave smell about him.
"No offense meant," the waiter quickly offered, mistaking James look for being affronted. "I'll bring the drinks over in a bit."
When James returned to his seat Jane was on her phone to a friend. She finished and drained her glass. "Got his number then?"
"Piss off!" hissed James. "He might not be gay anyway. He certainly noticed your top for a start."
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Bull! He doesn't like tits, he's just pretending because he can tell he freaked you out."
James thought for a while. It was possible. He knew he had an aggressive face when frowning so could have given off bad vibes.
Jane could see him thinking and it amused her. She had finished her second drink of the night very quickly and it was showing. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Toby approaching with the new drinks. With a mischievous smirk she reached across her top and swiftly popped open the top button. The V-neck fell open ever so slightly more and gave a much better view of her pale breasts.
"What are you..." began James quickly.
"Let's see if he looks then?" whispered Jane as the slim waiter rounded the table and carefully placed the drinks down.
Toby pushed a dripping wet glass of coke towards James. "Coke for you and gin and tonic for...er, you." His eyes glanced for just a moment too long at Jane's chest before he quickly looked away.
Jane then pretended to notice her button. "Oh Hell!" she hissed and buttoned it hastily. "Bloody thing!"
"Not to worry," smiled Toby. "Didn't see a thing..." he protested with mock sincerity before walking back to the bar once more.
Jane was biting her lip and trying not to crack up with her eyebrows raised high. "Oh. My. God!" she mouthed. "He had a right look!"
"I know, "replied James. "Told you. Not gay!"