It was another cool night. It was after midnight already—a beautiful clear summer night. I talked my husband into a nice soak in the hot tub. For a change, it wasn't too hot—it was gorgeous out. Little did my husband know exactly what I had in mind.
You see, my neighbor Jeff, and I had been playing this little game for weeks now, ever since I had gone out the first night without a bathing suit. He would hide on his porch and watch me, and I would pretend I didn't know he was there, and give him a show—complete with flashing, getting myself off, and occasionally a toy or two. I kept upping the ante.
I coaxed my husband into the hot tub and hit the jets—getting us both nice and relaxed. I lay there letting the water jets pound me, the hot water soothing my tired muscles. I used that time to study my husband. He lay on the other side, eyes closed, a blissful expression on his face. I had married far out of my league. I had a very handsome husband, who I still intensely desired after almost 16 years of marriage. I was staring at his chest, still nice and muscular, when I felt his eyes, gorgeous, green, and boring into me.
I pulled myself over to him, situated myself comfortably on his lap, and felt his desire underneath me. I also knew by this time—my neighbor had taken up residence on his porch and was waiting for the show to start. I have never been one to disappoint.
I leaned over slowly, his face in my hands, and drew my tongue across his lips. I licked gently at the corners of his mouth—backing off and foiling his attempts to capture my tongue. I went back to licking his lips in long slow wet strokes, before finally sliding my tongue deep in his mouth, drawing a groan from his throat. His hands went to my hips—lifting me, rearranging me so I was straddling his lap. His cock pressed hard against my pussy—the bathing suit pulled tight between us. Mmm, didn't know how much more I could take. I took my hands from his face and reached behind me, deftly untying my suit top and letting it fall between us. I grabbed the floating scrap of fabric and tossed it out of the tub with a splat.
I was bare from the waist up—my breasts out of the water. Steam was pouring off my skin into the cool air and a mist hung over the surface of the water. My pale wet skin glistened in the moonlight. His hands reached up to cup my breasts. I love his hands—work roughened dark brown from the sun. They look so amazing against the pale white skin of my breasts, and they feel even better. He drew me toward him, licking the undersides between his fingers, while he pinched my nipples lightly. I gasped and moaned as he ground his hips hard against mine.
I needed him inside me now. I reluctantly moved his hands from my tits and stood up—my pussy level with his face. With no further encouragement, he pulled my bottoms off, breathing in my scent and slowly licking the water off the skin he uncovered. I was going insane. His hands went to my hips and held me still—prisoner to his tongue. He licked me hard over and over until I thought I'd collapse.
He looked up. "Ask me," he said, when he felt me trembling under his hands. A moan choked from my throat.
