Hot tub competition

Chapter Ten: Hot Tub Hijinks

The couple returned the Jeep after exploring more of the island sights, sounds, and scents. The rental shack was closed by the time they returned. The keys were left in the night lock drop box. The crew of friends were a little more tanned and wind tossed when returning to their vehicle and headed to the house.

"My body feels like I ran a half marathon" Jan said.

Rick replied, "The jeep definitely beats you up with all those shakes, rattles, and bumps."

"My watch says we hiked 8 miles today," Pete replied.

"Hot tub," was all Leslie replied as they continued to the house.

The Hawaiian night wrapped the backyard in a warm, velvet embrace. The pool shimmered under the soft glow of string lights, and the hot tub bubbled invitingly as steam curled into the dusky air. The scent of salt and tropical blooms lingered. The sound of a blender disrupted the peace. Rick worked on a frozen concoction while everyone got changed.

Pete emerged first, his tight green swim trunks clinging, muscles sore from the day’s adventures. Rick followed with four tall tiki glasses on a tray garnished with pineapple and long colorful antenna like straws. They settled into the hot tub with satisfied sighs, letting the bubbling water melt away the strain of hiking and long drives.

Leslie followed a few minutes later, making an entrance. It was THE swim suit Pete had snuck into the luggage. The yellow bikini was cut to kill—thin straps, low-cut, leaving very little to the imagination. The bikini bottom had matching thin straps on the sides and going over the crest of her hips and definitely appeared more thong than normal suit bottoms. Her sun-kissed skin practically glowed in the soft light. With an exaggerated stretch, she sauntered toward the tub, hips swaying ever so slightly, fully aware of the way Rick and Pete’s eyes tracked every step.

She paused at the edge, brushing a lock of hair off her shoulder. “Room for one more?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.

Pete leaned back against the tub’s edge, grinning. “Always.”

Leslie slid into the water, letting out a slow, luxurious sigh as the heat wrapped around her. She stretched her legs out, her toes brushing against Pete’s under the water.

Jan followed next, oblivious to the undercurrent crackling between the others. Her modest black bikini hugged her athletic figure, understated but effortlessly sexy. She settled in beside Rick and began texting a friend about the day’s adventure.

Then Kate appeared.

She hadn’t bothered to change. Instead, she strolled onto the patio in her low cut white tank top and ass cheeky cut-off shorts, her hair still in a messy bun from the day. Without breaking stride, she walked straight to the hot tub and climbed in, clothes and all.

Water soaked through the thin cotton of her tank top instantly, turning it nearly transparent. The fabric clung to her curves, outlining every inch of her toned body. Her nipples peaked against the wet cotton, leaving nothing to the imagination. The cut-offs darkened, riding up on her thighs as the water lapped against them.

Rick’s gaze flicked over her before he quickly looked away—too quickly.

Pete wasn’t quite so subtle, his eyes lingering until Leslie playfully flicked water at him. “Eyes up, darling.”

Kate smirked, leaning back against the tub’s edge, her arms stretched out on either side of her. Her chest rose and fell slowly beneath the clinging tank top, green eyes twinkling with mischief.

“What?” she teased. “I didn’t feel like changing.”

Leslie arched a brow, her voice honey-smooth. “Oh, I’m sure that was a completely practical decision.”

Kate’s smile widened, lips curving wickedly. “I like to keep things… spontaneous.”

Jan, still engrossed in texting the PG-rated version of the day’s waterfall misadventures, missed the entire exchange.

Rick shifted, suddenly very interested in adjusting the temperature knob on the side of the hot tub. Pete noticed the tell tale signs of a man adjusting a boner.

Leslie leaned in close to Pete, her breath warm against his ear. “She’s definitely doing that on purpose.”

Pete’s grin was lazy, his hand sliding under the water to rest on Leslie’s thigh. “You jealous?”

Leslie’s eyes sparkled as she pressed her leg against his. “Not even a little. Especially since I found this little thing in the suit case," she said as she motioned to the yellow fabric doing its damnedest to hold up her beautiful tits. "How did you sneak this and know it would fit so well?"

"A man has his secrets," he replied coyly.

Kate stretched again, arching her back slightly, the movement making the wet fabric pull even tighter across her perky tits. Her gaze flicked toward Rick, catching him mid-glance. He looked away quickly...

Kate’s smile turned feline.

“So,” she purred, “I didn't know this hot tub came with a drink service."

Before he could stop her, Kate put her hands around Rick's hand holding his tiki glass and sucked deeply from his straw while looking directly into his eyes. Her arms squeezed her wet tits together in her grip over his hand. Rick was frozen in shock as her pursed lips closed around his straw and continued her LONG pull on his tropical drink.

Pete let out a low whistle and adjusted his rod in his shorts. Kate pulled off with a pop and turned her eyes with a flash to Leslie. A taunting, what are you going to do about it look. Jan was still deep into her phone.

Leslie smirked, draping an arm around Pete’s shoulders and drifted to lightly trace his well muscled chest. “Careful, Rick. Kate has a way of getting what she wants.”

Kate’s grin widened. “Only if they want to give it to me.”

Pete chuckled, squeezing Leslie’s inner thigh under the water. “This just got interesting.”

Leslie leaned into him, her voice a sultry whisper. “Oh, darling… it’s only just getting started.”