The Hot Tub Experience

I was gasping open-mouthed, eyes closed, and suddenly trying to get hold of the slippery surround of the hot tub while I shuddered to the most amazing orgasm.

However, the bubbles were not only making me cum, but were forcing me upwards out of the molded seat underwater.

I took a mouthful and spluttered, suddenly choking but eventually regaining my composure.

I was mumbling fuck to myself and pulled myself back into a sitting position.

It was only my second time in a hot tub and being alone, I was enjoying all the sensations and relaxations of something quite new to me.

Unashamedly, I found myself adjusting again to the jet that was underneath me and I'd willingly allowed to bring myself off.

It felt so different to anything else I'd used, even a man.

Jesus, Beth, you mustn't.

I muttered to myself, fighting the buoyancy again.

I tried to hold my body in place and spread my knees apart.

In disbelief, it didn't take long to ride the crest of another orgasm.

This time, I heard myself let out a cry of pleasure, and in a panic, I pressed the button to cancel the bubbles altogether.

I muttered again, wondering if Mr. Patterson next door was at home and listening out in his garden.

I sank back down, my chin at the now calm water surface, my pussy tingling so much that I pressed my fingertip against my bikini fabric and felt how sensitive my clit was.

It was my neighbor Sarah's birthday and her husband John had taken her away for the night as a special treat.

They told me I could use the hot tub and had instructed me as to how the controls worked.

It was new to them, only the week before I watched it being craned in over the rooftops, two excited but apprehensive looks from all of us.

when they'd offer me its use i wasn't sure but as the day turned out to be warm and sunny i decided to take advantage of it alone now i was glad that i had the afternoon sun was an added bonus and the fact that i'd done what i'd done felt like an adventure I hadn't masturbated for days.

In fact, the lack of sex was constantly at the back of my mind and I wondered if I should go back on Tinder despite my last disastrous venture into online dating.

The calm of the still water, the sun, and the contemplation felt like I was having time to think without life getting in the way.

I was daydreaming and wondering if I'd dare get out and fetch a bottle of wine from my kitchen next door.

I had thought about bringing one with me, but didn't think I'd stay that long.

Sought it.

I decided that I should and hauled myself out of the tub in an ungainly fashion.

I was glad I was alone.