We walked up to the hot tub and I noticed that it was only about half full of people. Of the five others there already, only one of them was a woman. That didn't surprise me, but I expected it would make Judy too self-conscious to get undressed. Boy, was I wrong.
Judy stood at the side of the pool looking dizzily into the water. The surface was bubbling so intensely that nothing could be seen of the bodies under the water. With eyes that I knew weren't focusing all that well, Judy seemed to be trying to see into the tub anyway.
I watched her as she reached behind her back and untied her bathing suit top. She leaned over to pull the bottom of her suit off, and her breasts swayed tantalizingly. I noticed the men were looking at her quite appreciatively, and I wasn't sure whether to be jealous, or not.
Judy lifted one foot to pull off her suit, and as she tugged at it, the cloth caught on her toes. She was leaning too far forward and had no hope of maintaining her balance. Before I could reach for her, she toppled head first into the tub. One of the men who had been watching her was in perfect position to reach for her, and she fell directly into his arms. I didn't miss the fact that one hand cupped a breast and the other ended up between her thighs as she fell.
Judy's head disappeared under the surface, but she came up gasping and laughing. She found herself on the man's lap, and I saw her reach under her with one hand. She looked directly into his eyes and sputtered, "Careful with that thing, you might hurt somebody, you know."
She didn't seem to remember I was there, so I pulled off my own suit and stepped into the tub. Judy slid off the man's lap to the ledge next to him. She was at the end on the pool, between him and the wall, so I took a seat opposite her. "Are you OK?" I inquired.
"I'm all wet . . . and I'm naked," she said happily. "Where's the champagne you brought with us?"
"Oh God," I thought. "She wants more."
I turned to reach for the bottle and heard a loud "Pop" behind me. "Looking for this?" Katie said with a laugh. "You should never turn down a lady's request for champagne."
I took the bottle and poured a glass for Judy. She was already so engrossed in talking to the man beside her that I had to put the glass into her hand before she would take it. She drank half of it in one swallow, so I filled it back up to the top.
By then, Katie had slid in beside me. I was disappointed to realize I hadn't even seen her get undressed. Katie smiled at me, knowing instinctively what I was thinking. "It's OK," she giggled. "Here," and she took my left hand under the water and moved it to the inside of her firm, smooth thigh.
I looked at her with my eyes wide, glanced quickly over at Judy, and then back at Katie.
"I told you, it's OK, she's totally occupied with her new friend. Now pour me some of that champagne and let's talk before she gets curious."
In what would have sounded like innocent comparisons of homes, families, and jobs, we began finding out all we needed to know about each other. In spite of the innocent words, it felt just like we were making plans for the future, like we were planning the rest of our lives together.
"What are we doing?" I finally asked. "What's really going to happen after we leave here?" I whispered.
"You're married," Katie said seriously. "You tell me what's going to happen."