As I made my way through the house, I heard James scrambling to grab the champagne bucket and follow me. As I reached the back door, he caught up with me before I could open it. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him.
“Mmmmm, Skylar, you are a naughty girl,” he said in my ear. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I placed my hand over his and pushed it up to my breasts. “Well, it’s dark outside and the weather’s nice,” I answered as his kissed my neck. “I want to get in the hot tub.”
He bumped the cold bucket against my butt, making me yelp. He chuckled and kissed me again on the neck. “I’ve been wondering when we were going to do this.”
I reached behind me and touched his hip. “One thing first,” I said. I turned to face him and planted a smooch on his soft lips. “Off with your drawers.” I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and drew them down. He was still mostly hard, and his dick sprung a bit from its confinement. I gave the head a firm lick, making him moan as he stepped gingerly out of the briefs. I tossed them to the side and stood back up.
“Let’s go!”
I opened the door and stepped out onto our deck. I made certain the light was off, but a glow from the tub came from its underwater lamp. I still had our glasses in my hand and set the down on the drink platform. James placed the bucket down and helped me climb into the warm water before joining me.
The tub’s fairly deep. If we were sitting on the floor, I’d drown and just the top of his head would be out. But there were benches at two levels to sit on that were plenty roomy enough for fun. One bench in a corner was high enough that your bottom was just barely in the water, while the other four along the sides were well submerged.
I’m telling you, this tub was made for sex.
As we stood there for a moment I pulled James to me for a kiss. As we broke apart, he cupped my face and stared directly into my eyes. I love his eyes. They can make me feel like a child about to be scolded, but it excited me.
“I love you, Skylar,” he said softly. “You always know just how to turn me on.” His eyes were stern, but I could sense the lust behind them.
I gave him another smooch. “Jamie, pour us another drink while I turn on the jets, okay?”
He filled the glasses as I set the jets to a nice and steady, yet powerful level. He settled onto a low bench and I sat on his lap. He handed me a glass and began to nuzzle my neck.
“Now, now, now. Finish your drink,” I said. I gulped down my glass. “In fact, let’s finish this bottle.” I stood and grabbed the bottle to pour myself another.
“Eh, why not?” he said. We each swigged down a few more glasses until only a trickle remained in the bottle.
I have no tolerance, and soon the champagne began to take effect. I swayed in the water, still standing. James took my hand and pulled me to him. I sat back down on him, straddling and facing him.
We began to kiss as I felt his cock against me. He pulled away from me and turned slightly to get an ice cube from the bucket. He placed it against my nipple, slowly working circles around it. I gasped as my entire body tensed up. My eyes closed as I bit down on my lower lip.
James leaned in the nibble my ear, still teasing my nipple as his other hand gently rubbed the small of my back. “Feeling chilly at one end and hot at the other?” he teased.
“You’re so cruel,” I moaned softly. My fingers had been lightly stroking his chest just below the water, but I allowed one hand to rove down to his dick, right below my pussy. I gently stroked the shaft, not quite able to roll my tiny hand around his thickness.
James dropped the cube into the water and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in for a deep kiss. He sucked on my tongue, giving it a playful bite before letting me go. That was his signal that he wanted me to suck his cock. I smiled and gave him a wink, as I turned to look at the higher bench next to us. His gazed followed and he scooted over to it.
He spread his legs to give me some room to settle between his knees. His dick was very hard and poked proudly from the water. I took the base in one hand, giving him a naughty smile as I licked the corner of my mouth and took the head in. James looked directly into my eyes as I began. I know it turns him on to have us watching each other’s eyes when we were having oral sex so we never broke our gaze until the receiver couldn’t handle it any more.
I slurped at the tip, running my tongue under the ridge and up his tiny split. I lightly ran my hand from the base to half way up the shaft. James was not only thick, sometimes painfully and delightfully thick, but long too. I never measured, but I’m sure his dick was at least ten inches when hard.
Slowly, I began to take more of the shaft into my mouth, stretching my jaw to accommodate him. I’ve become better at this, but I have yet to deep throat him, though I can get him off without letting my teeth touch enough for him to notice.
