Sara makes it worse

"Sara?" Jenna whispered. "Help!"

Sara glanced over at her and was about to ask when she saw Jenna's face. She was squirming from a mix of pleasure of embarrassment while Eric looked like he was desperately trying not to get anymore aroused.

"Help...me...get...off!" Jenna whispered.

Sara smiled deviously. "Don't worry. I know just what to do."

Sara leaned down into the water and Jenna, to her shock, felt something pull on Eric's shorts. He clamped his legs together, but not fast enough to stop Sara. Jenna grabbed his thighs to stay on his lap and keep her naked body hidden. Sara pulled Eric's swim trunks off his legs without so much as a splash, briefly letting them float to the surface to show them off.

Jenna briefly felt Eric's manhood leave, but she knew it was only temporary from his fight. "What the hell is the matter with you?!" Jenna whispered.

"What? You said to help you get off," Sara teased.

"I meant off his lap!"

"Ohhhh," Sara said, playing dumb. "Well, you should have been more specific. It's a little late now."

Sara gritted her teeth and was about to say something when she felt Eric begin to press up against her again. This time, he seriously risked pushing his bare cock inside her. She could feel him hyperventilate behind her, panting heavily against the nape of her neck.

Normally, she'd love the idea of having sex with Eric. Unfortunately, she was in a public hot tub with several strangers around her. And Eric was only getting harder by the second