After a pizza with our younger guests, my life-companion, Izzy, with a bit more than a buzz on, suggested that the four of us go hot tubbing. She suggested that Linda could use one of her swimsuits and Peter could use mine. Linda laughed and reminded Izzy that Peter and I weren't the same builds. Peter, who was also a bit lit up, suggested we go naked. Unlike her normally-conservative self, Izzy grinned, said, "Okay" and dashed downstairs. She removed her shirt in one motion before we reached the back door.
We unintentionally arranged ourselves one-per-side in the square tub. Oblivious to our wandering eyes, Peter and I must have been staring at the ladies' floating breasts. Linda called out Peter on it.
"Peter, why are you staring at her breasts?"
He looked up with surprised eyes and, without a moment's hesitation, replied, "Because they're beautiful!"
Linda's eyebrows snapped upwards and she wobbled her head side-to-side as if to say, "And mine aren't?"
Peter understood her expression and went on to explain, to both women, how breasts were the most beautiful body part. Smooth, soft, and uniform in color, except for the dark and bumpy area around each nipple that longed for sucking. He actually used those words, "longed for sucking."
Linda and Izzy stared at Peter as he lamented the beauty of breasts. As he spoke, their nipples stiffened. The girls seemed oblivious to the change--we weren't.
"So, Stephen, are you a boob man, too?" Linda asked, taking another sip from the margarita she held in the hot-tub-friendly red plastic cup.
"Not really," replied Izzy in my stead. "He's more of a 'bottom man'."
She then smiled at me, turned around, and with her forearms resting on the edge of the tub, lifted her rump high enough that we could
just
see her dark lips. She wagged her ass back and forth teasingly. Unfortunately, she didn't keep her bottom above the water long enough for the clear view I craved.
With her elbows still on the edge of the tub but her bottom now submerged, Izzy looked over her shoulder at me and said, "You like that view, don't you?"
Although her words were clearly directed at me and were more of a rhetorical statement of fact than a question, Peter blurted out an answer, "Yes!"
Izzy rotated her head, so she could see Peter over her other shoulder. She looked him in the eye and then playfully confronted him. "I thought you were a boob-man, Peter?" she questioned.
Peter gave her a relaxed smile and shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't know it was an either/or choice," he explained with his south-of-the-border accent.
"This," Izzy said, as she lifted her ass above the water once more, "Is choice number two." She arched her back to give her admirers a better view.
Peter, Linda, and I stared at Izzy's wet lips. She held her pose and looked away from us, admiring the expansive city lights below our house. She knew we were getting a good view. She gave a little side-to-side wiggle to make sure our eyes were on the target. Peter let out a sound that was something between a short moan and an "oh."
When he regained his composure, he verbalized his unfettered approval. "That truly is beautiful, Stephen."
I think Linda would have been a little jealous if she wasn't also staring at my sweetie's bottom. Then Linda cast her vote.
"Yeah, I'm not a girl's girl, but that
is
attractive."
Izzy, slowly lowered her sexy bottom into the water, knowing we would be disappointed to see it disappear.
"So, boys," she said, "It's time for you to give us a view."
Peter and I exchanged sideways glances and then stood up in unison. My penis was swollen, but unlike Peter's, it wasn't rock hard. And although his was a little shorter than mine, it was thick and clearly ready for action.
"Now that's a pleasant view, Linda," Izzy said, as she gestured with her forehead toward our penises.
"Bring that thing over here and let's get see if we put a little backbone in Pepé" (Pepé is Izzy's pet name for my penis). Hoping our guests didn't see me blushing, I walked the few feet across the hot tub with Pepé's head swinging just above the waterline.
Izzy reached out, grabbed my stiffening body part, stuck his head into her mouth, and gave him a few fast, strong, sucks. He quickly responded. She then removed him from her mouth and gave him a dozen long-and-slow strokes with her hand. Releasing him, my engorged pal pointed toward the stars.
My three tub-mates were all looking at my stiff penis. I sat down on the submerged bench, laughed, and took another sip from my cup. I was surprised by how comfortable this all felt. I expect the alcohol had something to do with it.
After a brief pause and a few out-of-context comments about the weather, Peter looked at Linda and said, "Well Linda, don't you think it's time for you to give us a peek?"
"Yeah, come 'on, Linda," Izzy coaxed.
Linda looked a little uncertain, then, mimicking Izzy, she turned around, put her forearms on the edge of the tub, lifted her bottom above the water, and arched her back to expose her lips.
I am sure my mouth dropped, not because I don't love Izzy's backside view, but there is something about seeing an unfamiliar pair of lips and tight anus that sends blood to my boy.
"How about a stereographic view, Sweetie?" I asked.
Izzy waded across the tub until she was alongside Linda, assumed the forearms-on-the-edge position, and lifted her rump out of the water. The girls sipped their drinks and gazed into the valley.
"Wouldn't you like to do that, Peter?" I rhetorically asked, gesturing toward Izzy's now swollen lips?
"Oh my god!" was his primal reply.
