The lady didn't call me back last night and I wasn't sure she ever would after what she'd witnessed. I figured she was shocked from everything she'd seen and embarrassed by the fact she couldn't turn away from the spectacle.
But surprisingly, the next day my phone rang and I recognized it as her number. I took the call, intrigued by what she would say.
"Hello," I answered casually.
"Uh, yeah... uh, I still need to pick up your donation," Anne stuttered.
"Sure, I have the boxes ready, come on by whenever, we're just hanging around the house all day," I replied.
There was a long pause, so long I looked at my phone screen thinking that the call had dropped.
"Well..." she stammered, "I don't want to intrude."
"No worries," I said. "You're welcome here anytime."
I knew she had been mesmerized by the scene last night and was struggling to make sense of it.
"Thomas and I were about to get in the hot tub, you and your friend can join us if you like. Come on over." My voice had a friendly tone. "Look, you saw us and we saw you," I continued, "it's fine. Really. And I'll leave the donation at the edge of the yard for you to get, or you can join us. Emma can come over too, if she wants to. Whatever you both decide to do is totally fine."
There was another long silence.
"Okay then," Anne said in an awkwardly perky, trying too hard to sound at ease manner. And she hung up.
I heard Thomas coming downstairs and told him about the phone call. Standing there naked with large towels in his hands, he groaned. "You invited them over?"
"I did. It's up to them."
I put on a swimsuit and sat the boxes out at the far edge of the yard before walking back into the partially enclosed area containing the hot tube. He was already in, and I noticed that he had remained nude.
We sat talking for awhile, relaxing in the warmth when we heard a "hello?" It was Anne's voice.
"In here," I answered. "Did you find the boxes?"
"Yes, but..." another long pause, "was your invitation sincere?"
"Absolutely! Come on in," I replied.
Thomas groaned, closed his eyes and asked, "what are you up to now?"
"Who knows?" I responded with a grin.
Anne and Emma came through the entrance of the covered, latticed enclosure and I welcomed them. They removed their dresses revealing swimsuits and climbed into the hot tub, immediately noticing Thomas' nakedness.
They had an odd, strained sort of diction in their voices as they made small talk, but their eyes kept wandering over Thomas' body. They couldn't keep themselves from looking at him.
"He's pretty impressive, eh?" I finally asked.
They blushed and turned their heads toward me, but their eyes ran right back to him.
"It's okay, look all you want. He may not act like it but he enjoys it," I said. "Just see for yourselves." I pointed to his growing erection and they stared at it.
Turning to Thomas I said, "be a dear and stand up so we can get a better look."
His face twisted up in a worried expression, these were neighbors, people he saw all of the time, and even though he knew they'd watched the events of last night, having them this close was frightening. But arousing.
He stood up slowly and a bit sheepishly. I pointed at his crotch again, "you see? Look how hard he's getting. You can come closer and look at it."
They looked at one another and then moved forward, kneeling in the bubbling water right in front of him. His wet body was glistening and water dripped off his cock, that now stuck straight out, protruding from his hips, right in front of their faces. He looked down at me with pleading eyes.
Anne has been widowed several years ago and Emma was a mousey type and I'd never seen her with a man around. They ran their eyes up and down his body and lingered on his stiff cock, which had started to twitch under their gazes. I was terribly amused watching this loop, the more they looked the more he twitched, making them look more. He groaned.
I reached over, grabbed his shaft and gave it several firm tugs, making him gasp, then wrapped my thumb and index finger at the top of his sack and pulled downward. "Doesn't he have nice sweet plums?" I asked. "See how they're plumping up?"
They were enthralled watching his cock grow harder and his balls swell with such a close up view. His mind was struggling with their staring but his body's response gave away how much he, deep down, loved it.
I reached up and petted his cock, making it bounce, and those two couldn't contain their giggles. "This will do it too," I said, running my fingers across his hip, then inward and down between his legs. He moaned as his cock bobbed.
"Thomas, rub your nipples," I said, "we'd like to see them erect too."
He looked back at me, brows furrowed. I smacked his cock, "rub them," I said more sternly.
He raised his hands and began running his fingers across his little pink nipples and they responded quickly, as did his cock, which was becoming a deeper shade of pink, as if blushing.
"Now put your feet wider apart, hold your cock up, and bring those balls forward for a better inspection."
He winced again and hesitated, which earned him another slap to his cock. That one stung, and he let out an "ooooooh!" and his hips bucked. He looked down and obeyed, presenting his smooth sack to the neighbors.
"Stay just like that," I told him.
"Please can..." he implored.
I cut him off mid sentence. "Please what? You did not address me properly," I said.
He sighed and whispered, "Please Mistress..."
