It'd been another in a series of long days...and the walk home wasn't much better. He hadn't seen Alicia in days, and so far nobody else seemed overly interested in going past the flirting point. This, plus his declining performance in the dueling rings made for a less than happy Psly. And here he was again, walking home, alone.
Psly called the house to turn on his hot tub, and it registered as already active. 'Must've forgotten to turn it off,' he thought to himself. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, thinking of missed opportunities yet again, and puffed on his cigarette while he walked. Psly hadn't expected that kind of a kiss from PJ, that was for sure, and the fact that she wasn't walking home with him made Psly a little testy to boot. He'd had plans for that lusty little Latina beauty. But her new association with Max put a stop to that . . .
But Psly didn't know that he had some very pleasant company waiting. Michelle Lightner, formerly of Sydney, Australia. Five foot ten, very well built, and a natural strawberry blonde. They'd met some time before - in the dueling rings, no less - and both were more than slightly intrigued with each other. Like minds did tend to attract each other, after all...
Michelle thought it'd been a long day for her and didn't see anything wrong with borrowing Psly's hot tub for a bit of a soak to relieve some tension. Psly had been so kind as to offer her the use of it; though she knew what he'd been thinking when he did so. She didn't think he'd mind, especially since she'd been so kind as to follow his "no-suit" regulations. She'd been enjoying the heat from it for a while when there was a quiet beeping from the control panel. A wry smile crossed her face as Michelle remembered Psly usually turned the tub on via remote on his way home.
Maybe, she'd take him up on his unspoken offer, "Well then, here's to hoping he's alone tonight. . .I'm in a right mood for elf." Michelle quickly hid behind the tub, still completely and comfortably nude, and waited for Psly to get home.
Psly wasn't taking too much time with this stroll home; it resembled more of a brisk walk. Between his work at Bella Sera's Salon, his motorcycle business, and this new Keeper responsibility, he was banked. In his mind, the hot tub beckoned and his warm bed was inviting. Psly opened the front door to his barn-style house and took a quick look around. It seemed lately that he was never here anymore . . .
As per his usual routine, Psly tossed his jacket on the couch while shedding the rest of his clothes on the way to the tub. He never bothered with a suit when he didn't think he'd have company, or sometimes even when he did. When one had the body like he did, it was - so he'd been reliably informed - criminal to keep it under wraps. Perhaps, he mused that why so many women felt the need to rip his clothes off on a regular basis, not that he had a problem with that, he smilingly concluded.
Quickly mixing himself a mug of whatever was available to drink, he took it and his cigarettes to the tub, settling in with a heavy sigh. The tub itself was large, being the aboveground, eight-person capacity type. Psly thought he was dreaming when a soft hand trailed across his chest, but the voice in his ear let him know it was reality and not one of his x-rated fantasies that often got started when he was in the tub.
"Good to see you mate. Better to see you by your lonesome. Right, lay back, an' get ready for a real ripper time . . ." Michelle's voice was playful in his ear, as Psly opened his eyes to identify the source.
Michelle slipped effortlessly into the tub next to him; one hand trailing down below the waterline to wrap around what was rapidly becoming very stiff. Psly moaned involuntarily, and started to reach for her, getting ready to use his fingers on the strawberry blonde's nicely curved, well rounded frame, when her firm tone saw his hands fall back to the side of the tub. Her "Leave off the toys, cobber. We're playing this one my way, " told Psly how the game would be played out tonight. Michelle confirmed his assumption with her continued toying with his cock under the water, playfully nipping behind his ear and generally teasing him mercilessly.
Psly's night was definitely on the upswing now. Unexpected intruders were one thing, and generally they weren't interested in offering this kind of unexpected stress relief. He leaned back against the tub, content to enjoy the moment and incredible sensations.
It was having a rather pleasant effect on Michelle, being in control like this. In one deft move, she tossed her leg over and straddled his lap, and began a new level of teasing as she rubbed herself along his shaft while trailing her fingers along his arms and chest. A playful growl escaped Psly's lips as she felt herself growing warmer and slicker as she slid along his rigid shaft. One last slow trip up, her breasts shedding the warm water, and Michelle took him inside her, throwing her head back and moaning softly, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. She started off slowly, taking him deeper and deeper with each smooth stroke.
'Yes', Michelle thought, 'this is how I like it. In control, in the driver's seat.' Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat inside her reach a boiling point. The bubbling waters swirled around her as her hips rotated faster and faster on top of him. She arched her back, and Psly took advantage of her momentary distraction to lean down and take one of her breasts into his mouth, nipping lightly on the nub. Michelle's breath came sharply as she went over the edge, exploding around him, quivering with the release. She jumped and shuddered, looked down at him again with a playful expression, then much to his surprise, stood up and slipped off of his still erect member.
"Bad boy, mate. Told you to stay put, didn't I? Now you're going to have to be punished." The stern look on her face didn't quite reach her eyes, her natural playfulness couldn't help shining through, but he could see that she still meant business. .
