We're just friends enjoying the moment.
At least that's what we keep telling ourselves. The evening started out innocent enough. The club had been rockin', the music fine and neither of us had touched once. We were close enough to feel the heat pouring from our bodies like an overworked radiator on a cold Sunday morning but nothing more than the electric shock of sexual tensions passed between us as our bodies gyrated to the music.
And that should have been the end of it but here we are. Neither of us remember whose bright idea it was to accept an invite to an after party. Further still neither of us could recall even agreeing to take a dip in the hot tub. One thing was for sure though. It was a damn good night to decide to wear underwear.
We were not in the spa but a few minutes when a fifth person joined the four of us already sitting to our necks in hot water. Preferring the company of each other over these somewhat strangers we press together. Our slick thighs rub against one another. I lift my left arm so your right side can press against me. Neither of us can breathe for a moment as suddenly the water feels as though it was being heated by the surface of the sun.
Eventually the added tension subsides enough that we can hear the conversation of the others but something has changed in those brief moments. Our flesh is pressed together so that only we know that an added connection is there. Physical. Raw. Overpowering.
As if under its own power the fingers of my left hand begin to trace small circles down your left arm. Back up the inside. Lightly brushing the edge of your breast then starting the process over again. In response your right leg shifts back and forth, increasing the friction against my thigh.
We both moan ever so slightly. It is inaudible above the bubbling turmoil of the spa but we both feel it vibrate through our bodies. The pleasure of the subtle movements and interaction are taking hold.
