We giggle as little as we tiptoe out into the night, closing the screen door behind us. It's crisp and cold, and I can feel my nipples harden under my green and white striped 1950s style bikini top. I look over at you under my lashes, and see you shivering a bit, my poor cold boy, but remaining valiant as you offer my a hand to step down off the porch and walk with me over to the tub.
Together we work to take the top off of it, steam rising as it hits the chilly air. Placing it on the side, you again show your chivalry as you wait for me to balance my towel on the fence, and then hold out your arm to let me climb in. I moan slightly at the temperature change, and sink into the water while I watch you get in, taking in every inch of your body. I let you feel my eyes on you, knowing you're a bit shy, my desire apparent as I sigh prettily as you slowly easy yourself into the warm water.
We chat a bit as I turn the bubbles on, making small talk. This is for you, to give you ease. I, on the other hand, am having to restrain myself from jumping your bones, all the thoughts of what I wish to do to you swirling through my head. As we settling into position, I lean my head back and moan as the jets hit just right on my back. Mmmm. I can feel your attention shifting to me.
Looking at you directly, I pat the water near me. "Come here boy, sit in my lap so I can rub your shoulders. I don't bite...hard...until you beg me to do so."
I see and feel you pause and shiver on your way over. Is it the cold? Or arousal? I'm not sure, and I don't think you are either. Perhaps a little of both? You perch on my lap, as well as anyone is able to do in the water, and I begin to run my nails lightly over you, feeling you arch up into me. Leaning forward I kiss you right at the base of your skull, and then work my lips over to the left side of your neck. I begin softly, and work my way up in intensity.
Still, I hold myself back. We are in my yard, and as much as I want to bend you over the side of the tub and fuck you as my slick fingers freeze in the cold before then sliding back into you, the last thing I need is another letter from the HOA, or worse, my nosey neighbors calling the cops. I allow my right arm to sneak around your waist, pulling you into me as my lips, teeth, and tongue slowly work around your neck and shoulders. At the same time, I reach behind me and pull at my halter top to undo the bow, and deftly unhook the back of my swimsuit top until I floats away between us.
Pressing my now free breasts up against your back, I slide both hands down your chest, alternating exploration with the pads of my soon to be wrinkled finger tips with deeper scratches of my nails, soliciting a quiet but primal moan from you. My clit aches in response. Turning you on like this, where anyone can watch? Unf. You make me feel like a goddess, you a mortal with whom I may play with as I will.
I'm not sure if you realize I'm topless from the feeling of my flesh against yours, or because you notice my top floating on the other side of the tub, but I know you know when you let out a noise of pure desire and push your back further against me, spreading your legs over mine. I have you exactly where I want you, your torso barring my naked chest from anyone peeping out of their windows, and your wholeness open to me.
Both hands are now wrapped around your waist, and begin to slide down your exposed thighs. My lips continue to explore your back and neck. You sigh and whisper "bite me."
I pause. "I'm sorry boy, I didn't hear you."