Heating up the hot tub.

“Well,” you say, “I do have towels, and I have a new hot tub which has been shocked and completely cleaned. Sex under water doesn’t work well, but there are other ways to use a hot tub . . .”

Amber’s face lights up. “That sounds lovely,” she says. Then she gives you a look of mock concern. “One problem, though—I didn’t bring a suit.”

“Yes, you did,” you tell her. “You brought the only suit you need—your birthday suit.”

Amber laughs gleefully and kisses you, then helps you take the cover off the hot tub. “Why is there a cover on an indoor tub, anyway?” she asks.

“I’ve never had one before,” you reply, “but I imagine you want to keep bathroom trash from getting in the hot tub the same way as leaves and the like.”

“Makes sense,” she nods. “You know what else makes sense?”

“What?”

“Raise your arms.” You comply, and she pulls your shirt off over your head. Then Amber unbuckles your belt, unzips your fly, and pulls down your pants. You step out of them, and she rubs her face against the bulge in your boxers. You stroke her hair as she strokes you with her cheeks, forehead, and nose. Then she does something you didn’t expect: she puts her mouth over the tip of your prick and starts blowing you through the fabric. She does a couple shallow strokes, caressing your cloth-wrapped mushroom with her tongue, then pulls off. She grins at the look on your face. “That was fun, but you taste better naked,” she says slyly.

“I would hope so,” you respond shakily.

Amber grins again, then carefully pulls the waistband of your (now wet) boxers out and over your aggressive erection before sliding them down your legs. She returns her mouth to your shaft, closes her lips around your head, and strokes it with her tongue, humming as she does. She bobs her head once, then twice, then pulls off and stands up. “Your turn,” she says seductively.

You figure she expects you to start with her top, so you decide to surprise her. You get down on your knees and unbuckle her belt, then open the fly of her jeans. She’s wearing the yellow mesh panties again, which makes you smile. You caress the revealed yellow triangle with your nose as you begin sliding her jeans over her hips. You stroke her legs as you pull down her jeans, lightly kissing her sex through the mesh as you do. Amber wriggles her hips, partly to help you undress her and partly from the stimulation, and holds your head against her groin.

She manages to step out of her jeans without dislodging you from your place. Ideally, you’d follow up by removing her panties with your teeth, but you’ve never done that before and you don’t think this wisp of mesh is the first one you should attempt. Instead, you reach around and slide your hands down Amber’s lower back to her tight ass, catching the waistband of her panties with your thumbs. She swivels her hips to part her thighs a little, making it easier for your to slide the thong out of her ass crack. You fondle and squeeze her ass as you slide the band below the curve of her cheeks, then stroke your hands around her hips, pressing the waistband down with your wrists. You figure you can probably manage a little of this with your mouth, so you catch the top of her panties in your teeth and pull gently. They slide free of Amber’s furry mound, pulled down by the elastic running under your hands. “Holy fuck,” she breathes. “That’s hot . . .”

You caress and tease Amber’s firm legs while you pull her panties the rest of the way down, but most of your attention is given to kissing and licking her twat. She moans and starts to take off her shirt, but you tell her to stop. That’s your job, and you’re saving it for yourself. When you’re done with her panties, you stroke your way back up her legs and hips to hook your hands under her shirt. She doesn’t need to be told to raise her arms so you can pull her shirt off over her head.

Removing Amber’s shirt reveals a yellow mesh bra that matches her panties. From the looks of it, the bra doesn’t provide a lot of support for her heavy beauties even with the underwires, and it certainly doesn’t leave much to the imagination. You lean forward and suckle one of her nipples through the fabric, and she gasps and pulls your head to her chest. Then she lets go and says, “Why don’t you get that off me and then do that?” You give her a light nip, making her mew, then turn her around to get at the clasps. You undo them and sensually slide the straps down her arms, then reach around to cup her boobs. She turns her head to kiss you; when she breaks off, you trail kisses down her jaw to her neck and around to her spine. Amber reaches back to grab your cock and says, “Lover, if you want to use the hot tub, we’d better get in before I decide to jump you right here.” You nibble her ear, making her shiver, and lead her to the water.

You turn the jets on medium, then the two of you settle in slowly, giving yourselves time to get used to the heat. Amber snuggles up beside you; you put your arm around her and she rests her head on your shoulder. You sit together quietly for a while, just enjoying the sensual pleasure of being together skin to skin.

When she nibbles on your ear, you turn to kiss her. Your kiss quickly turns passionate, and Amber starts to shift herself around. You’re not sure what she has in mind, but you have an idea of your own. You give her a bit of a lift, which startles her, and tell her to stretch her legs out. She does so, ending up in a floating position. You reach between her legs, both to play with her twat and to anchor her, and grab a tit with the other hand. You bend your head a little to kiss her, and she hums into your mouth.

You fondle and massage her boob, rolling it in your hand, tweaking her nipple, and enjoying feeling it move. Your other hand massages her pubic mound and outer lips. When you dip an exploratory finger into her slit, you’re pleasantly surprised to find her reasonably slick. You knew Amber has a juicy twat; apparently, she’s juicy enough for her lubrication to survive the hot tub. That puts a different spin on things. You bring your fingers to your mouth to give them a little extra help, then return them to her pussy and dive in. Soon, Amber is undulating energetically in the water and kissing you furiously. She breaks off the kiss to gasp, “Wow . . . weightless . . . ohh, keep it up, lover, keep it up . . .”

You stretch a little further so you can slip a finger, then two, into her cunt, stroking her G-spot while you gently thumb her clit like a little joystick. At the same time, you pinch her nipple and start twirling and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. “Ahh . . . ahhhh . . . AHHHHH . . .” Amber gasps. “Yeah, baby . . . yeah, lover . . . do me just like that . . . more . . . more . . . MORE . . .” She goes stiff and erupts into a howl as her love tunnel clamps down on your fingers. You keep diddling her tit and clit until her howl jumps in pitch and then cuts off; her entire body seems to relax at once, and you still your hands. “Ooooh, Rob, that was . . . I don’t have words for that, but that was good.” She kisses you. “Thank you, lover.”

You kiss her back and say, “You’re welcome, but don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

She smiles and says, “I hope not. Have your way with me.” That’s an invitation not to be missed.