You arrive at the resort riding in the back of your ex-boyfriend's pickup truck, sipping on the fifth of whiskey that you've been working on all night. You're already pretty drunk and it's getting late, but you've been having a great night and you're just not ready for it to end yet.
Your friend Becca hops out of another car along with the four guys you've been partying with and comes over to give you a quick hug goodbye.
"You're heading out already?" You slur, disappointed.
"Yeah," she sighs, "I have to be at work by 7am and my apartment is only a few blocks away, I figured I'll quit while I'm ahead."
She eyes the four men and your ex-boyfriend talking on the other side of the parking lot.
"Get home safe, ok?" She says, waving as she trots away.
You smile and say goodnight as you make your way to the resort's front entrance with the rest of the group. None of you are staying there but there's a nice hot tub that's easy to sneak into, and you're all too tipsy to care if you get caught.
Your ex, Matt, slips his hand around your waist as you all head toward the door to the pool area, and you squirm away, shooting him a mean look. He raises his hands over his head in defeat and gives you a quick wink.
"Hey, no hard feelings, I'm just trying to have a good time," he says, passing you a bottle of something sweet and strong.
You roll your eyes and swig greedily from the bottle, droplets flowing down your chin. Then, you put the bottle down and start to remove your t-shirt and shorts, exposing your perky breasts held down by a string bikini. When you turn toward the hot tub you notice all five men checking you out, their eyes trailing up and down your toned body.
You start to feel annoyed but can't help but enjoy the attention, and slowly enter the warm water, swaying your hips and holding onto the railing for balance. You feel foggy and giddy, struggling to annunciate your words.
The guys throw their shirts on the empty lounge chairs on the pool deck and enter the water with you. You can't help but let your eyes wander across Matt's toned chest, following the line of hair that travels down his navel into his swim trunks. He catches you eyeing him and smirks at you, wading across the water to sit next to you.
It's around midnight and there's no one else in the pool area but you six, sitting in the steamy hot tub and enjoying the starry sky.
Minutes pass and you let yourself relax, appreciating the sensation of the warm bubbly water on your smooth skin. You keep sipping at the mixed drink in the bottle Matt gave you and partake in conversation, all the while enjoying the stares the guys are giving your wet tits, barely covered by the thin material of your swimsuit.
After a while, you get so drunk that you barely even notice Matt put his arm around you and pull you over to him. Normally you would protest, after all you broke up for a reason, but he feels comfortable and you melt into him a little, letting the buzz of alcohol wash over you.
You nod out a little and wake up to Matt's hand creeping up your thigh, resting his fingers on the base of your bikini bottoms. You turn red and squirm a little but his hand feels warm and strong, and your body responds to his touch before your mind can catch up. He slips his hand under under your string bikini and slowly circles your clit, making you moan a little louder than you intended. Matt keeps talking to everyone like nothing is happening, but it's a small hot tub and the other guys look at you with knowing, lustful eyes.
"Wait, I'm in a public pool in front of a bunch of guys I barely know, and this is my EX!" You think to yourself, scanning the area for other patrons. You don't see anyone and you're too drunk to put up much of a fight, so you give in and subtly rock into his firm hand, feeling your nipples harden and warmth rush down to your pussy.
Without warning, Matt pulls the string holding your bottoms on and yanks them off of you, quickly shoving them into the pocket of his swim trunks and working his fingers into your wet pussy.
