Jan's view

Jan stood a little way off at the edge of the pool, the camera discreetly in his hand.

He had seen everything.

How Lisa suddenly lost her balance.

How the suction area pulled her bikini against the grating.

How the powerful jet hit her right between her legs.

He saw her body stiffen as the first orgasm hit her – her legs twitched, her pussy pulsed visibly beneath the water, a small gush of fluid shot out. He saw her face: shame, shock and pure lust all at once.

Then the second orgasm. Even more intense. Lisa cried out, her body convulsed, her breasts bounced wildly. At that very moment, the men jumped into the water. Jan zoomed in closer.

He saw the top tear and get pulled away.

How the knickers tore completely off.

How Lisa suddenly stood in the water stark naked – her nipples stiff, her labia deep red and swollen, her pussy glistening with arousal.

He saw her reach out for something to hold on to in her panic – and end up with the 70-year-old man’s cock in her mouth. How she held it briefly, without realising. How, as she sat up, her bare breasts slid over his stomach and his cock. And then the moment when she slipped.

Jan zoomed in even closer. He saw Lisa’s wet, swollen cunt hit the old man’s glans directly. How the glans parted her lips slightly and penetrated her a little. How Lisa froze – for four or five seconds – with a 70-year-old’s glans in her pussy.

Then the man thrust.

Jan saw exactly how the thick cock sank completely into Lisa with a single thrust. He saw her eyes fly open, her body tense, as she had a massive orgasm whilst the old man jerked and came inside her. He saw the stranger’s cum immediately oozing out of her pussy.

He saw the men pull her up – naked, dripping, with cum running out of her cunt. How she tried to cover herself but couldn’t. How her heavy breasts bounced, how her red, swollen labia were plain for all to see.

Jan smiled quietly.

He had it all on film. Perfectly exposed. Perfectly compromising.

As Lisa was led, trembling and naked, into the relaxation room, he walked slowly towards her.

She lay on the lounger, still naked, her legs slightly apart, the stranger’s semen slowly trickling out of her. Her gaze was glassy, exhausted, shocked.

Jan sat down next to her on the lounger and spoke softly but clearly:

“Lisa… you now have two options.”

She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“First option: You never come back here. You leave right now, without saying a word, and we’ll forget this ever happened. That wouldn’t be very professional.”

He paused briefly.

“Second option: You go out now and pretend it was a stupid accident. You thank the men who ‘rescued’ you. You apologise to the old man – he’s a complete wreck right now and is blaming himself terribly. You tell him it wasn’t his fault and that everything’s okay. Then you go and have a shower, get dressed and leave the spa like a grown woman.”

Jan looked her straight in the eyes.

“It’s up to you.”

Lisa lay there, naked, trembling, with a stranger’s semen inside her, staring at the ceiling.

The shame was overwhelming.

But at the same time, she could feel her body still trembling – aroused, overstimulated, alive.

She didn’t know what to do.

But she knew she had to make a decision.