Lesbian Hot Tub Builders

It was a rare sunny day here in England and my husband was at work, my kids were at school, and I was scheduled to work from home for the day. Without the need to fight my way into Central London for work, I managed to send off all my necessary work emails by 9:30 in the morning, and by 10:00 I found myself standing in the kitchen with a strong need for a little drink. I carefully cracked open my refrigerator where I knew there sat a nearly untouched, nice bottle of champagne we took home from my mother's birthday party we attended over the weekend. I poured myself a tiny glass of beautifully cold champagne to celebrate all of my hard work I did a few minutes earlier and then I turned off my phone for the day.

Like I said before, it was truly a beautiful day. It was all blue sky as far as the eyes could see and the temperature was due to peak at a balmy 24C, so after a second tiny glass of champagne, I quickly changed into my bikini, put on a pair of sunglasses and a large hat, and then dragged out one of the sun lounger chairs that had been sitting in storage since last summer.

We are lucky enough to have a fair size garden, so at first, I dragged the sun lounger out in the middle of the garden in the direct sun light, but after three minutes of lying there I could feel the sun's burning rays start to age me by the second. So, I did the sensible thing and pulled my sun lounger towards the back fence where I could lay in the shade cast from the tree in my neighbour's back garden. Then I poured myself a somewhat larger glass of champagne to celebrate my sensible decision to avoid getting a sun burn.

Sometime after my third glass of champagne, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up it was with a start, for I could hear water running. For a long groggy second afterwards, I thought I was at the beach, for I could hear the sound of water bubbling up. "That's not the beach," I murmured to myself before I instinctively reached over and poured myself yet another glass of now much warmer champagne, but I drank it anyways. "That sounds like a pool."

Then it hit me where the sound was coming from. It was a hot tub, and it was coming from the other side of the fence, in my neighbour's back garden.

A few weeks back one of my children accidently kicked one of their mate's footballs over the fence and as usual they had to go the long way around to ask our back neighbours, John and Merrell, if they could get their ball back. Luckily the husband John--an older man in his early 60's with a great moustache that I sometimes see in a nice suit on the train into London--was home. He is always great with the children and straight away took them to the back garden to find their ball, and even played a little kick around with them. While there, John also told them about his plans to have a hot tub installed.

Later that night my eldest relayed the story to my husband and I over dinner when he was trying to avoid talking about school, and I didn't think twice about it until now.

I laid there and drank a little more, warm champagne and listened to the soft murmurings of John and Merrell's hot tub, when I heard the neighbour's back door open, followed by the sounds of several hard and crude women swearing.

"...And I told her...," said one of the women as they continued a story from inside the neighbour's house, "...no fucking way I'm going down on you until you wash that dirty thing."

"I bet she did anyways," said another woman in a snarky tone.

"Of course she did," said a third woman who sounded much younger. "We all know she's a dirty ho."

"Well? Did you go down on her?" asked an older woman with a gravelly voice.

"No!" said the first woman proudly. "She went down on me instead."

The three other women groaned as all of them continued to walk straight for the hot tub that must of have been set just on the other side of the fence from where I remained unseen.

"What?" cried the first woman. "A lady has her needs."

"You definitely are not a lady," said the snarky second woman.

"More like the town bike," laughed the third.

"Are you going to let them talk to me like this?" the first woman joked.

"More like the town dyke," the older woman cried out before all four of them started laughing.

"Oi!" yelled out the first woman.

"Yeah, yeah," laughed the older woman, before she got down to business, "hey, check the water filter."

Suddenly I heard the steps of someone as they quickly crossed a wooden deck on the other side of the fence and stopped less than a metre from my head. Then they started playing around with something until the first woman finally shouted back, "Looks good boss."

"And the temperature is perfect," said the younger woman.

"Excellent. I say it's high time we take this new hot tub for a test drive," said the boss before I suddenly heard the clank of a tool belt as it fell onto a wooden deck.

From where I laid on my sun lounger, tucked up very near to the back fence, I could hear the other three women quickly start to undress as they kicked off their work boots and other items of clothing. I tried to breathe as quietly as I could as I sat there frozen on my sun lounger in my bikini and hat less than a metre away as the group of lesbian builders began to get into the hot tub.

"Oh god that feel's good," moaned the older boss woman as she slid into the hot tub, which caused the water to splash about.

The other three women quickly jumped in the hot tub with various coos and giggles.

"Come sit on mamma's lap," said the older boss woman to one of the others.

Both of my nipples suddenly went hard, and I could feel myself start to get wet.

"Off course," cooed the youngest of the women as she began to slosh around in the hot tub.

Suddenly I was dying to see what was happening on the other side of the fence. The fence was taller than I was, so I would need to stand on something, like the sun lounger, to get a peek over, but I was afraid that it would make too much noise. I would need to find a different way. I quickly and carefully slid off the sun lounger as I crawled up to the fence. There were a few, tiny cracks between the fence slats that I could just about see through. I pressed my eyes hard up against the fence to see through, and sure enough I could see a woman's nipple but little else. I carefully moved over to the next slat and suddenly I could see a young black woman sitting and kissing on an older woman's lap.

Suddenly I was very wet, so I slid my hand downwards between my thighs to give myself the tiniest little rub between my legs.

"Whoa!" the four women all suddenly began to shout in unison, and for a second, I thought they had seen me, but instead all four of the women all stopped and turned towards the house.

"There she is," the loud first woman shouted out, "the lady of the house!"

"Merrell?" I whispered as I pressed my face up hard against the fence to get a better view but all I managed to do was to get a splinter in my cheek. I pulled back in pain and stifled myself from crying out, but when I did, I saw a knot in the wooden slat that made up the fence.

I quickly remembered back to my childhood on my grandfather's farm in Yorkshire where my sister and I had learned we could spy on the adults through his fence if we pressed hard and knocked out the loose knots.

"You ladies must be thirsty after all of your hard work," said Merrell in a surprisingly sultry voice.

"Oh yes please!" laughed the loud woman.

I reached down with my thumb and pressed hard on the knot in the wooden slat. Sure enough, the knot popped clean out the other side of the fence and rattled seemingly unnoticed, by any of the five women on the other side, across the wooden deck.

I tried to bend all the way down to look through the hole, but it was too low, so instead I had to squat all the way down until my arse nearly touch the lawn. As a reward, I suddenly had an excellent view of the now four naked women standing in the hot tub and an amazing view of a rather sexy looking Merrell as she stood there carrying a silver platter with five large bright orange Aperol Sprits glinting in the sun. I had never seen her like this before.

I knew Merrell as the nice, motherly, neighbour woman who owned an arts and crafts shop. We always said hello to each other when I occasionally ran into her in the village or whenever the kids needed some arts supplies for school. But now here she was standing on the deck of her new hot tub in a sexy black silk robe that was tied at the waist which helped accentuate her voluptuous white breasts, while her long, curly, dark hair with pin stripes of grey in it was tied up on top of her head, which exposed her white neck.

I slowly reached down and quietly slipped my bikini bottoms over to the side where I could start to play with my slit.

"Wow!" said a thin woman with a short man's haircut with next to no tits, and several small doodle tattoos over her arms and chest. She must have been the first, loud woman who was complaining about having to go down on the woman with the smelly pussy.

"Very hot, Mrs M," said a woman with glasses, and whose own curly dark hair was tied up with a blue handkerchief.

"Why thank you," Merrell smiled as she gave a little curtsy. "Now help me with these drinks."

The woman with the short hair jumped out of the hot tub and I could see that she was completely nude as she glistened in the spring sunshine. The woman quickly began to pass the Aperol Sprits out to the other women in the hot tub.

I suddenly began to feel my mouth water, not only as I suddenly wanted another drink, but also when I looked at the woman's clean-shaven and tattooed pussy.

Once the woman with the short hair had finished handing out the drinks, she took the silver platter from Merrell and quickly jogged it over and set it down on a nearby table before she raced back to Merrell. She gently lifted up Merrell's arms before she tugged on the front of the black silk robe which easily fell open.

Underneath her robe, Merrell was completely nude. She had beautifully pale white skin that contrasted sharply with her dark hair and eyebrows. She was plump and round, with wide hips, and a healthy, dark bush with a few streeks of grey in it.

"Oh, very nice," cooed the boss lady with her back to me and the young black woman on her lap.

Merrell gave a little twirl for the women, before the lady with the short hair began to help her completely out of her robe.

I caught my breath, when I first saw Merrell's large breast and their almost invisible areolas. "This is wrong," I whispered to myself as a began to rub my clit faster.

The woman with the glasses and the short haired woman each gave Merrell a hand and helped her into the hot tub for the first time.

"That feels amazing," Merrell said as she took a seat directly in front of me and the boss woman, and in between the two other naked women.

"See. I told you that you would like it," said the boss.

"You ladies have truly done an amazing job," said Merrell as she took a large drink from her cocktail.

"What can I say. We are good with our hands," said the boss.

"I'm sure you are," Merrell smiled with a raised eyebrow towards the boss woman.

The two women sitting on either side of Merrell took this as an invitation, and both set their drinks down on the deck before they turned to Merrell and each leaned in for a kiss. The woman with the glasses began to passionately kiss Merrell full on the mouth. At first, I could see that Merrell was a little shocked by this and pulled away, but as soon as the woman with the short hair leaned in, cupped Merrell's right breast in her hand, and began to kiss her on the neck, Merrell's resistance melted away.

By now I was dripping wet. I yanked my bikini bottoms down and off. Then I ran my two fingers up and down my slit several times before I plunged them as deep as I could push them inside of me.

The wet, young black woman turned all the way around and began to kiss the boss lady with the broad shoulders full on the mouth as well. She had an enchanting pink tongue that she pushed deep inside the older woman's mouth. This made me a little envious, and I suddenly wanted to kiss her too.

My clit began to throb at the sight of the five women kissing in the hot tub, so I pulled my wet fingers out of me and began to frantically work my clit with my index finger. In less than a second, I caught my breath, as I pushed my face and hard nipples up against the rough wood of the fence. "I'll only come once, and then sneak back into the house," I promised myself as I began to orgasm. My whole body shook as I tried not to make a sound as I came hard as I continued to spy on the women.

On the other side of the fence, Merrell was now kissing the short haired woman on her neck as she slowly made her way down towards the woman's small breast. The short haired woman unexpectedly stood up in the hot tub to give Merrell better access to her nipples, but Merrell instead instantly buried her face in the younger woman's shaved and tattooed pussy.

All four of the other women, including me, stopped to watch Merrell as she devoured the young woman's pussy.

Then I began to rub my clit again.

After about a minute of this, Merrell, who was now all wet, crawled out of the hot tub and leaned over onto the deck. The woman with the glasses quickly pushed the short haired woman out of the way before she spread Merrell's great white arse, and then plunged her tongue into Merrell's rear end.

By now I was desperate. I needed something in my pussy. I looked around down by my feet where all I saw was a large wooden stick that looked like it had been chewed on by a fox. Out of desperation I picked it up and pressed it hard to my pussy. It was horribly rough and surely if I continued, it would give me an infection, or worse, a splinter in my clit, so reluctantly I dropped it.

I turned away from watching Merrell get rimmed and eyed the house. I could run inside and grab my vibrator, but they might see me. Then I looked over to the sun lounger and the mostly drunk bottle of champagne that was sitting there getting warm in the sun. It was one of those fancy bottles with the long necks and great, big round glass heads....

I quickly snatched the bottle from the sun lounger and with my teeth I ripped off the foil from the neck while I continued to peek through the fence.

Merrell was now lying on her back on the wooden deck with her big white thighs hoisted up in the air, while the young black woman with her big pink tongue slowly moved to the edge of the hot tub. The other three women jockeyed around the hot tub for the best place to watch.

The short haired woman chose to sit up on the edge of the hot tub where she could work her tattooed pussy as she watched. The boss stood up to watch with her strong arms on her hips which gave me a great view of her hard, wet arse. The other woman with glasses got on her knees in front of the boss and buried her face between the boss's strong thighs.

I got as much of the foil and paper off of the neck of the champagne bottle as I could before I plunged it deep into my mouth like it was a glass cock. I pushed it in a little deeper than I would normally allow, just to get it good and wet. Then I pulled it out of my mouth before I slipped it between my legs. The glass head slipped easily into my pussy and I pushed until I could feel the flair of the bottle start to spread me open wide.

On the other side of the fence, the young black woman began to eat Merrell's hairy pussy. The young woman's thick pink tongue started to do things I always wished my husband could.

Within seconds Merrell's face had changed from the look of a dutiful and attentive wife, to a woman that was about to have a life changing orgasm. Her eye's were clinched shut, her nipples were hard, and her legs were starting to shake.

I pushed the bottle in deep, but I also wanted to play with my clit which was hard to do with my hands full. I tried squatting down as far as I could go on the bottle, but the angles were all wrong and when I did, I couldn't see through the fence.

I let the bottle fall out of my pussy and it landed right side up on the lawned between my feet and it brushed up against my arse hole. The angles were all wrong for my pussy, but maybe not my arse. I squatted down just enough to allow the glass head of the champagne bottle to enter my arse. "That works," I whispered to myself before I pushed the bottle in a little deeper before I went back to my clit.

Next door, Merrell had stopped thrashing about and even stopped breathing, before suddenly she exploded in a great gasp, followed by what almost sounded like sobs.

The three women who stood around watching, all cheered as they all began to pat the back of the black woman who had done all of the work to make Merrell come. Then the boss woman leaned down and kissed the black woman with her sexy pink tongue, full on the mouth.

Merrell wiped away some tears and shared a long kiss with the black woman who just ate her out, before she slid back down into the hot tub and waded over to the big boss woman who enveloped Merrell in her big strong arms. The boss woman must either work out or at the very least played Rugby for her shoulders were so broad and muscular. Her shoulders were much bigger than my husband's shoulders despite the fact he is always going on about how muscular he is.

Merrell and the boss woman shared a passionate kiss before the boss woman playfully gave Merrell a big hug before she picked her up and hoisted her most of the way out of the pool, which gave the rest of us a great view of Merrell's wet arse. Merrell was putty in the woman's arms.

This also caused me to become dripping wet again, which helped lube up the bottle a little more.

I watched on as the boss woman carried Merrell back over to the side of the hot tub. The woman with the glasses quickly scrambled around to place a towel down on the deck, before the boss woman playfully dropped Merrell on the edge of the hot tub. They quickly kissed again before Merrell climbed out of the hot tub and then, while on the towel, got down on all fours and presented her arse to the boss woman.

The boss woman gave a broad smile as she walked over to the edge of the hot tub and got right between Merrell's legs. The boss woman began to rub her big hands between Merrell's hairy thighs before she quickly turned to the young black woman. "Get me the lube, will ya."

The black woman quickly scrambled out of the hot tub and started digging through one of the tool bags that the women dropped on the deck which happened to sit uncomfortably close to where my eye hole was in the fence.

The rational adult part of me wanted to turn away and run, but the animal part of me remained transfixed on all that was happening on the other side of the hole. In fact, the woman's beautiful, wet dark arse was so close to my little hole in the fence, I started to wonder if I might just be able to stick my tongue through the hole and to get a taste of her. But before I could, she found the lube she was looking for and quickly jumped back into the hot tub.

The black woman showed the boss woman the tube of lube, and then squeezed out a large dollop of what looked like petroleum jelly on to the boss woman's index and middle fingers.

I could feel a second orgasm coming on as I watched the big boss woman insert her two greased up fingers deep into Merrell from behind. Merrell buried her face into the towel on the deck of her new hot tub as her big soft titties started to gently sway in the warm spring sunshine.

The black woman quickly took her place behind the boss woman and snaked her arms down until she found the older woman's clit. The other two women, the loud one with the short hair and no tits, and the one with glasses pressed in close to each other as they touched each other under the waves.