Play with the jets.

Amber settles back on the seat beside you, and you get an idea. You spent a little while yesterday playing with the hot tub, seeing how the various jets work and where they’re all located. (You also opened the air valves a bit, because you like plenty of bubbles in your hot tub.) You tell her, “Turn around and get up on your knees.” She’s puzzled, but does as you say. You shift her over a little and get her legs spread a bit so that she’s nicely positioned above a couple of the pulsating jets. You reach down to change their angle, blocking them with your hand until you think you have them properly aligned.

Amber looks at you quizzically—until you take your hand away. Her head snaps back, her back arches, and she gasps, “aaaaaAAAHHHHH . . .” You reach around from behind her and fondle her tits, teasing and stroking her nipples with your fingertips as you enjoy their hot, slick weight in your palms. “Ooooh, Rob,” she gets out, “that’s playing dirty . . . good kind of dirty . . . oh, woowwww . . . feels so good on my clit . . . your hands on my tits . . . love my big titties, baby . . . love my big titties . . . so good on my clit . . .”

You watch Amber’s hips undulate as she rides the jets, rubbing her clit on them. She bucks faster and faster, her moans rising in pitch, until finally she bursts out in a shattering scream and, in full sensory overload, flips herself backward off the jets and off the seat. You were watching her carefully for just such a possibility, so you shift with her and catch her. You take a deep breath as she overbalances you and comes down on top of you. It ends up with her floating and you under her; you make sure she’s steady before you come up.

As your head breaks water, she turns to look at you; she grabs your head and pulls you in for a long, sensual kiss. “Thank you, baby,” she breathes. “Can it get any better?”

“Yes,” you tell her, and her eyes widen.