Angel the Genie

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For the remainder of their vacation they played it by ear, no longer feeling it important to have every day planned out. They went to a luau and ate pork roasted Hawai'ian style, in a pit in the ground covered by giant banana leaves and surrounded by hot rocks. It was succulent and moist, and the side dishes were mostly unfamiliar to them, other than the sweet potatoes and chicken long rice. Nonetheless they sampled everything and found most to their liking.

They spent one morning taking surfing lessons, at which both of them failed miserably. After a couple of hours of falling off their boards and getting dunked and sometimes smashed by the waves they quit, laughing at their ineptitude.

Then the final day came and they packed up and headed to the airport for their first flight back to L.A. They arrived in the early afternoon and, tired from the vacation and the flight, never left the airport. Their first class tickets gave them access to the airline club and after browsing the various shops and having dinner at one of the decent restaurants, they waited there until notified that their flight was ready for early boarding.

The red eye left shortly after eleven p.m. local time, or two a.m. on their East coast. Since they were still on Hawai'ian time it was earlier for them. They settled into their first class seats and each indulged in one adult beverage before asking for water, knowing the dry air on the plane would dehydrate them if they weren't careful.

Early the next morning, East coast time, they woke when the pilot announced that they were just over one hundred miles out. Angel raised the window shade and they saw the sun start to rise. They both asked for coffee to help them wake up and as soon as they finished the fasten seat belt light came on. Once the cups were collected they were required to raise the tray tables and seat backs.

After a smooth touchdown the plane taxied to the gate. When the jetway was in place and the door opened, they stood and were among the first to deplane. Carrying only their two carry ons they didn't rush, knowing the checked luggage would take a bit to arrive on the carousel. Passing restrooms they both took advantage and then continued their journey to the trams.

They retrieved their luggage and then rode the shuttle out to their car in the off-site long term lot and loaded everything into the back of the SUV. An hour and forty-five minutes later they pulled up the driveway to their cabin, relieved and slightly saddened to be home after their long adventure.

After they carried all the luggage into the cabin and Angel started the first of several loads of laundry, she announced her intention of taking a shower.

"I have a better idea," Tristan said. "Get undressed, please."

Once they were both naked, he handed her a pair of flip flops and donned a pair himself. He led her into the kitchen where he took a chilled bottle of white wine out of the fridge and uncorked it. Handing her two glasses he then led her out the mudroom door and around the end of the cabin.

"What's this!" Angel squealed. "A hot tub? We don't have a hot tub!"

"We do now. When I saw how much you enjoyed them on the cruise and then in Hawai'i I called back and arranged to have this cupola built and the hot tub installed. C'mon," he opened the screen door and ushered her in. He folded the lid back and then off, using the lid lift. He checked the temperature and was pleased to see it at 103℉. He set the wine on a tray attached to the side of the tub and took the glasses from her to do the same.

They both got into the hot tub, initially gasping at the heat but quickly adapting. He fired up the jets and filled the glasses with wine. Handing one to Angel, he indicated a double seat where they could sit side by side and both sat down.

"This is heaven," Angel gushed, sliding down so only her head and the hand holding the wine were above the hot water. The jets massaged their bodies from every direction. After enjoying the feeling for several minutes, Angel pushed herself back up into the seat, took a drink of wine, and then placed her glass on the tray as she turned to Tristan.

"Hon, you always know the exact right thing to do and say. Every day I wake up next to you and I love you more than I had when we fell asleep the night before." She leaned over and kissed him deeply.

"I know the feeling, my love," he told her.

She turned back to retrieve her wine glass and suddenly cried out "Ohhh!"

"Are you okay, hon? Is something wrong?" Tristan said, worriedly.

"I think I'm more than okay. When I reached out to get my wine glass I must have moved my butt a bit. All of a sudden one of the jets was shooting directly at my clit!" she explained.

Tristan laughed. "Yes, if you're careful to adjust the strength of the jet you can get quite a treat from these tubs. Feel free to enjoy as much as you like. I've never been able to cum from the jets but they can feel very nice on my intimate parts."

"As long as I have you, I don't need help from the jets," she said as she took his cock in her hand. "But good to know there's a back up just in case! Have you ever had sex in one of these?"

"A couple of times. It's fun!"

"Then let's start having fun. How do we do it?"

"The easiest way is for you to be on top, straddling my hips."

Angel did as he suggested and, once in position, reached down and put the head of his cock at her opening. Then she lowered herself onto his hard shaft.

As she started stroking herself up and down his shaft, he said "Don't pull too far out, only about half way or so. If you go too far and then back on, you could accidentally pump water into your pussy. It won't really hurt you but it could be uncomfortable due to the bromine used to keep the water fresh."

"Okay, got it."

When Angel was situated with his cock buried in her pussy, Tristan used his toes to direct a jet at her butt and his balls. "Mmmmm, that's nice," Angel said. "Not too hard but just enough to caress us."

Rather than stroking, Angel rotated her hips around, almost as if she were working a hula hoop. Her pussy twirled around Tristan's shaft, caressing each part of both of them. It was a maneuver she'd never tried before, and she honestly had no idea where it came from. But it felt fantastic. With the hot water of the tub swirling around them, and the subtle stimulation of their lovemaking, both knew they would reach climax.

It took longer than usual, and their orgasms built more gently than usual, but both closed their eyes to focus their thoughts on the new sensations. Tristan leaned his head back against the rim of the tub and Angel rested the side of her face on his shoulder.

"Oh!" Tristan cried out as his climax surprised him, coming on softer than usual, but no less intense. He felt his cock shoot his cum again and again into Angel. As she felt it, Angel peaked and her pussy squeezed the shaft filling it over and over. Normally pretty vocal, this time she merely hummed 'mmmmmmm' as one might when savoring a delicious, rich, Boston cream pie or New York style cheesecake.

Angel stayed above Tristan until he softened and slipped out of her pussy. Then she moved to the seat next to him and emptied her wine glass. Tristan did the same then refilled both. For the next fifteen minutes or so they sat quietly, enjoying the hot water and jets along with their wine. When the bottle was empty they got out of the tub. Tristan turned down the temperature and put the cover back on. Only then did he realize he'd forgotten towels.

Outside the mud room door Tristan brushed as much water off his body as he could. "I'll be right back with some towels," he told Angel, who waited outside. Tristan quickly returned with towels and they dried themselves off.

Tristan grabbed his Swiffer and a dry cleaning sheet and mopped up the wet footprints he'd made retrieving towels. "We need to remember towels next time," he said with a laugh.

"We might need to buy more big towels. I plan to use the hot tub a LOT!" Angel told him.

"I'll look for some sort of weather-proof cabinet we can put in the cupola to hold towels. Then they'll always be where we need them."

"Good idea."

Tristan opened another bottle of wine. While it was only ten a.m. on the East coast, their bodies were still on Hawai'i time, making it feel like four a.m. Having slept nearly the entire red eye flight just further confused things. All they knew is they weren't tired.

Despite having consumed two bottles of wine they managed to stay awake all day. Angel had thawed a couple of turkey patties and made burgers for lunch. They would have to go to the grocery store first thing the next morning, as they obviously didn't have any fresh vegetables or milk due to being gone so long.

"So, what new adventures do you have planned for our future?" Angel asked.

"I haven't even thought about it. If there's anything you want to do, or anyplace you want to visit, let me know. But I'm perfectly happy to spend the rest of my life right here, with you," he replied.

Tristan took Angel to one of their favorite local restaurants for dinner. Back at the cabin they were both feeling tired. They climbed into bed and Angel snuggled her ass into Tristan's groin as he pulled her into a spoon. Reaching under her arm he took her breast in his hand and held it gently. They fell asleep at almost the same time.

Tristan woke at five a.m., still not completely adjusted to the time zone but much better than the day before. He wanted to let Angel sleep until she woke naturally, but his body had different ideas. He couldn't stop his erection so he pulled back away from her, but she followed him in her sleep. He gave up and let his hard cock rest in her ass crack.

The palm of his hand felt Angel's nipple as it stiffened and grew. She was still asleep but responding to his presence, and erection, subconsciously. That, of course, had the effect of making him even harder. When he felt a bit of moisture on his member he knew it was pre-cum.

"Mmmmmm," Angel hummed. "Is this for me?" she asked, reaching between their bodies to grip his hard cock in her hand.

"Always and only, hon," Tristan told her.

"Then put it to use," she replied.

Tristan caressed her ass cheek and then reached between her thighs to find her pussy already wet with her juices. Angel pointed his cock head at her opening and pressed her hips back, slipping him inside her. When he reached full depth Tristan took charge and began stroking in and out of her.

Angel's breathing became deep and rapid, and Tristan knew she was going to cum very soon. He wasn't ready yet, but loved helping her have multiples. He continued his stroking and amplified it by rubbing her clit with his fingertips. The combination brought her to a quick climax.

"Oh, yes!" Angel cried out as she pushed back hard, trying to get him even deeper into her than possible. Knowing he was fully inserted she instead rotated her hips in a circular motion, causing him to feel every millimeter of her pussy caressing him.

Tristan started stroking in and out of her again, bringing both of them close to orgasm. "I'm going to cum, hon!" he told her.

"Good. I'll be right there with you," she replied.

As soon as Angel felt the first shot of his cum blast into her pussy she came again. This time she had one of her multiple peak orgasms. Each time she peaked she immediately soared again. Tristan thought she had three or four before she collapsed, exhausted and spent.

They continued to cuddle as they recovered and then climbed out of bed and into the shower. After dressing, Tristan double-checked the grocery list he'd made up the day before and they headed into town. Stopping at the Huddle House first, they had breakfast and then drove over to the grocery store.

It took over forty-five minutes to finish shopping, much more than normal due to the cabin being empty of all perishables. Then they drove back to the cabin, unpacked everything, and Angel made sandwiches for lunch. After they ate, Tristan started a batch of his mushroom barley soup so they could get back to their usual routine of soup and salad lunches most days. He'd been pleasantly surprised to find that he'd only gained two pounds on their trips despite all the rich meals they'd had. He chalked it up to all the walking and sex they'd had.

Over the next couple of days they settled back into their pre-vacation routines. They resumed gym workouts three times a week and let the Construction Manager at Habitat know they'd be back to volunteer the next Wednesday. He texted them the address of the house they were just starting, as the last one they'd worked on had been completed in their absence.

Tristan was thinking how great his life was, unaware that Angel had the same thoughts. How could it possibly be any better? they both thought.