Different Circles

Had she not had three B&J tropical mangos in her belly, she might very well have chickened out. She was, at heart, a modest and shy girl. But the alcohol’s effects on her judgment center told her to go right ahead and drop the robe and get in. What of it if Elsa was watching? She wasn’t breaking any rule. Jake and Laura had given her specific permission to use the hot tub whenever she wanted to. Laura had even suggested that using it in the nude was the way to go. Your suit won’t fill with air and there would be no laundry soap residue to get into the water.

“I’m doing this,” she said with mischievous determination. And she did it. She shrugged off the robe, climbed up the small set of steps, and got into the tub. She did submerge herself quickly, feeling the heat blasting her unprepared body, but she did it.

Once she was used to the temperature, she examined the controls on the panel and figured out how to turn on the jets. They fired up, spraying powerful blasts of water and air out, making the surface roil and bubble. One of jets was just to her right and was hitting her outer thigh. She moved her body around so it was hitting her in the small of her back. The sensation was quite nice, like getting a massage.

She sipped her tropical mango and watched the sun sink into the sea. She felt the jet against her back and the fingers of her left hand slowly crept between her legs and started idly playing, sliding between the lips, sending little tingles out, making her flush.

Once the sun disappeared below the horizon and her drink had disappeared into her belly, she began to work a little harder. She spread her legs wider, began to play a little rougher with her fingers as she ran thoughts of Jake’s naked butt, of Jake and Laura and Celia getting it on through her head. It wasn’t long before she was well into the fantasy and feeling quite fine indeed. It really was enjoyable to do this out here in the hot tub. It was so naughty. So deliciously naughty and decadent.

And then a particularly mischievous thought occurred to her. The jet that was shooting into her back. What would it feel like if it was shooting ... well ... on her special spot? Would that feel good? Or would it be painful?

She decided that she wanted to give it a try. She looked over her shoulder for a moment, towards Elsa’s quarters. The lights were still on in there, but the landscape was now quite dark. She did not have the lights for the tub on. None of the security cameras were pointed at the tub. There would be no way that Elsa could see what she was doing out here at this point.

She smiled and turned her body around. She adjusted herself in front of the jet, feeling it shooting her upper thigh, and then her pubis. She moved a little bit more and then suddenly it was hitting her right on her clitoris.

“Oooh,” she squealed. “Oh God!”

The sensation was quite exquisite, much more pleasurable than she had even imagined. The pleasure began to build within her. She did not even need to touch herself. This was freaking incredible! She moved herself a little closer and the pleasure increased. She let it take her away. She closed her eyes and let her mind return to the images of naked Jake and naked Celia and naked Laura and the things they might be doing together right at this very moment.

The orgasm was one of the most powerful she had ever had. It had its way with her for the better part of two minutes, sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body. When it finally faded away she shifted her body away from the jet and then turned around to face the ocean once again. She looked at the stars, which were now starting to shine, as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“That was badass,” she whispered, using a phrase she picked up from Jake. She was definitely going to have to employ that technique again.

She sat out there for another five minutes or so, letting her body relax, feeling the pleasant afterglow of orgasm, and then she started to feel a little overheated. She turned off the jets and pulled herself out of the water, shivering a bit as the rapidly cooling air hit her wet, naked skin. It was then that she realized she had neglected to bring a towel out with her. Damn. Her options were to stand here shivering until she air dried or to put the robe on while she was wet and get it all wet. She elected to go with the latter idea.