19 comments/ 95830 views/ 9 favorites Hot Tub Chronicles: Lexi By: MacDuke Those who did not live in California during the 70s missed one of the great social phenomena of the 20th Century: the redwood hot tub. This simple and healthy apparatus was the greatest device ever invented to separate women from their clothing in a semi-public environment. Women who would not have considered for a moment disrobing in front of anyone other than their husbands and boyfriends suddenly thought nothing of stepping naked into a redwood hot tub occupied by one or more persons who had never before seen them nude. It was so healthy and free to not hide behind clothes. None of us had perfect bodies, yet no one was laughing at us or pointing at our imperfections. And of course, nudity is not erotic among mature people, who just enjoy the spiritual freedom and release from stilting social conventions. All this benign rationale sounded very sophisticated and cosmopolitan, didn't it? At least that was the official explanation, to which everyone paid lip service while doffing their panties. But the reality was somewhat different. The truth is that the hot tubbers I knew were playing an old child's game, partially updated by swingers: You show me yours and I'll show you mine. But unlike swingers, naked hot tubbers did not embrace overt sexual activity. Getting naked was something you did among friends you already knew, just a way to enrich that preexisting friendship. And while it is true that being in the presence of several naked people is rarely in itself erotic, what happens unseen below the roiling waters frequently is. Despite all our pretension, it was not uncommon to have my dick fondled to erection underwater by a woman who was not my wife. Less often was my hand wedged between the cheeks or thighs of a woman who had initiated intimate contact. All entirely surreptitious, of course, and sometimes you had to pay careful attention to determine the identity the owner of the hand in your cookie jar. This activity happened as an extension of the harmless flirting we all have done with members and spouses of the opposite sex at dinner parties. It was flattering to realize someone else is attracted to you enough to flirt. Whether she holds your gaze a moment too long or her hand lingers on yours when you light her cigarette or her thigh touches yours under the table, it is a well understood and delicious dance which enlivens the evening without harm to your spouse, or anyone else. But when the flirting moves to the hot tub, it escalates to something else entirely. Whereas you might wonder during the dinner party what the woman you are flirting with looks like naked or whether she is wearing a bra, you already know the answer to those questions when she gets into the hot tub. So now the two of you begin thinking about what his erect cock looks like and what does she sound like when she cums. The ante gets raised when the panties come off. The phenomena of the redwood hot tub led to some rather unexpected and delicious behavior from time to time. The party was organized as a potluck dinner for faculty and staff of an elementary school where my wife Mary worked as a second grade teacher. It was on a Friday night after the first week of school and was held at a big comfortable house in the country. Mary and I both knew most of the faculty by that time and frequently socialized with them on weekends. All were married and most of the couples had been to our house on more than one occasion for dinner and parties. Their ages ranged from 26 to 47 and they were a very convivial group. We arrived at the casual party around dusk with our covered dish contribution to the pot luck. The hostess, Lexi (Alexis), whose husband Rick was another second grade teacher, had made her parents home available to us that evening. She was pleased to lead several tours to show off the house, which was single-level, ranch-style with the community rooms in the front and the three large bedrooms in two wings of the house toward the rear. The two wings were at a right angle, with a large walled courtyard between them. The courtyard was quite private and Lexi's parents had installed a redwood hot tub (six foot diameter) in a multi-level redwood deck off of the master bedroom. The two wings had glass all along the courtyard side of the house. The hot tub was accessible from the master bedroom and from a sliding glass door on the facing wing. Redwood hot tubs were still something of a novelty at the time. Lexi was quite proud of her parents' set-up and invited everyone to "partake of the waters." She pointed out the location of the towels in her mother's master suite but she didn't immediately get any takers on her invitation. No one brought bathing suits and hot tub social nudity was still less than widely accepted. We went back to the family room and began our dinner with the others. There were many interesting dishes to sample and this group always served decent wine. After eating, the group broke into grade cliques and began talking shop. Boring! I was actually quite tired that evening. Friday nights are usually rest for me after a long workweek, and this Friday was especially so because I had just finished a trial that afternoon. Unable to participate in the school conversations, I began to think of a restful soak in the hot tub and slipped away to the back of the house to see whether the water was at soaking temperature. I walked out onto the deck from the hallway and discovered a couple already in the tub, Kathy and Larry Hebert. Larry was a counselor at the school, so I guessed he was as bored as I was with the grade-level shoptalk at the front of the house. Kathy was an accountant with a small firm in a nearby city. "How's the water?" I enquired as I climbed the three steps to the hot tub level. "It's perfect," Larry called out to me. "The thermometer says 98 degrees." I preferred hotter, around 101 degrees, to truly get the deep steam benefit of the water. That was also hot enough to insure that bathers frequently get out to enjoy the cooler night air by sitting on the side of the tub, thus enhancing my view of their naked flesh. But 98 was hot enough on this cool evening. "Mind if I join you?" I asked. "Please do. We'd be happy for the company and the prospect of something other than shoptalk," Larry replied. Kathy seemed noncommittal but by then I had reached the top of the deck beside the tub. It appeared that Kathy was at least topless as her shoulders were bare of bathing suit or bra straps. The jets were on and the underwater light was off, so I couldn't be sure beyond that. "Well, I'll do my best to carry my end, but I don't feel especially loquacious tonight after a long hard week," I sighed with a grin as I set my wine glass down next to theirs. I casually undressed and folded my clothes and boxers carefully on a deck chair. I strolled to the opposite side of the tub from them and set my wine glass down on the deck. I then stepped down slowly into the tub water as I felt for the wooden bench that was about two and a half feet below the surface of the water. There really is no graceful way to get into a hot tub because you have to spread your legs to feel with one foot for the bench while squatting on the deck. Otherwise you may fall into a five-foot deep pool. Men are rarely self-conscious about it, but I saw Kathy staring at me despite her effort to be discreet. (I do not believe women who say "seen one, seen them all." In my experience, looking at a strange dick in person, even when flaccid, fascinated women. They look at crotches as intently as men do.) Entry is definitely the best time to observe a woman from below because she invariably flashes all of her pussy during the entry. It is always somewhat unexpected by the woman the first time she gets in because she does not anticipate the bench is so far down. That is of course when you truly appreciate a nicely trimmed bush or a shaven one. "Ahhh, this feels good," I exhaled as I settled into the warm water of the tub. We did in fact talk about non-school things. Between the 49ers and the mess in Sacramento, we had enough common ground. But the whole time I was discreetly trying to get a more complete view of Kathy's tits. Finally I thought to turn on the underwater light and sure enough, there they were, bobbing slowly below the surface. They were very nicely shaped with prominent nipples. I had known this couple for more than a year but had never suspected Kathy of having such nice baggos or, as it turned out, such a tight little petite body. She invariably wore very conservative clothes, almost frumpy, and was very shy and quiet at most social functions. "Well, I think we better get out or I am going to melt," Larry said after about 15 minutes. Oh, good, I thought; I had waited them out. Larry got out first and confirmed that at least he had been completely nude. Kathy was hesitant to stand out of the water, but finally sent Larry into the master bedroom to get a towel and stood up on the bench to climb out of the tub. Her flawless round apple sized breasts swung into view and danced out of the water. Her pink headlights were focused straight ahead and on hi-beam. This was fun! Then her bottom came out as she spread her legs to step out. She was wearing white cotton bikini panties that were totally see-through when wet. No doubt she had kept them on out of a sense of modesty, but she couldn't have realized that she was practically just as exposed with them wet than if she were nude. The wet front panel clung to her furrow and labia, perfectly molding and displaying her cameltoe in a way that nudity would not, unless she had a shaved pussy. She didn't, and that was plainly observable also. Proof of the law of Unintended Consequences. With Larry momentarily absent, this was becoming somewhat erotic for me, and I could feel a stirring in my johnson. Kathy avoided my eyes in silent acknowledgement of the increased sexual tension. Without Larry there, I had no inhibition about staring at her lovely near-naked body. As soon as she got out, she turned her back to me to hide her frontal nudity while waiting for the towel. But before he arrived, she bent over at the waist to remove her soggy panties. Once again, she didn't realize that this gave me a perfect view of her pussy from behind. I don't know whether she was excited or perhaps warm from the water, but her lips were engorged and separated, with a sheen of moisture in between reflected by the mounted hot tub deck spotlight. I made sure the bubbles hid my near full erection while Kathy and Larry dried off and gathered their clothes. Curiously, she wrapped her towel around her waist and walked past me with steaming breasts bare, and swaying deliciously in the chilly night air. "Don't stay out here too long by yourself," Kathy warned me as they disappeared into the master bedroom. "That's good advice," I replied. "Have a good evening!" They turned on the bedroom light and closed the curtains, instead of going into the master bathroom. But they left just enough of a crack in the curtains for me to see a nude Kathy lay down on the bed, with knees up and spread. One of them must have then noticed the crack in the curtain, which was then immediately closed. End of show. But it took awhile for my horn to go down. Maybe Kathy was not as modest as she pretended, maybe even an exhibitionist, because she seemed pretty hot to fuck after exposing her tight little body to a relative stranger. Whatever the cause, it seemed quite remarkable that this shy accountant would insist on getting laid in a strange bedroom, our absent hosts' at that. I got out of the tub to sit on the wooden deck to cool off. I turned off the bubbles in the hope that I could hear something of Kathy and Larry, but no luck for this voyeur. I chuckled as I thought of the frantic sexual activity going on not more than twenty feet from me. This was not such a boring night after all. I lay back on the deck to watch the steam emanate from my body. I was a little light-headed from the wine and the heat but I felt very relaxed. A feeling of well-being was palpable as I gazed up at the stars, hands behind my head. Can there be a finer sensation than laying out naked and super-heated under the stars in the bracing night air? Then I glanced down to see my hard on piercing the night air in all its glory. I waved it around with my groin muscles and giggled as I answered my own question that the only finer sensation was to lay out naked with an erection. But then again, everything goes better with a boner. Even if it does drain the blood from our brain. It was only around 9:45, so I knew that Mary was good for another hour before she would be willing to go home. After 10 minutes, I had cooled off and with my dingus now fully respectable, I slipped back into the tub for another soak before getting out. The light in the master bedroom went out shortly afterward, so I guess it had been a quickie for Kathy. After about five minutes, I was thinking about getting out when the sliding door to the hallway slid open. I turned around to see Lexi emerge from the door. "Are you all alone, Duke?" she asked as she climbed to the tub level. "Yes, the Hebert's were in when I got in but they got out about twenty minutes ago," I informed her. "You didn't get too many takers to your hot tub invitation." "No, this group is still a little uptight I think. ... I will join you if you don't mind the company," she said as she gazed down into the still, lighted water. I nodded and smiled. She could clearly see that I was naked, although fortunately unimposing, as it were. I supposed that she was an old hand with nudity from using her parent's hot tub. "Let me check on some things and I'll be right out," she explained as she departed the deck, ever the good hostess. I had known Lexi as long as the others from Mary's school. She was about 27 and a high school PE teacher. She and her husband Rick had been to our house for several parties. Lexi was very personable if somewhat shy, and was reserved in her dress and appearance. She and I had never particularly hit it off. Her hair was very short, almost platinum, and she had a vaguely masculine appearance. Her face was attractive, but between her somewhat thick, muscular body and her manner of dress, I was never really attracted to her. She was certainly not one of the women in the group that I flirted with. In a few minutes, I saw the light go on in the master bedroom followed by Lexi opening the curtains. I casually watched her straighten up the room and then disappear into the master bathroom for about five minutes. Finally she emerged, turned off the light and left the room without a towel. Shortly thereafter, she reappeared at the hall door to the deck. She said nothing as she closed the sliding door behind her and climbed to the deck. I had half expected that she would turn off the spotlights that brightly illuminated the hot tub deck, but she passed the switch near the door without touching it. She was wearing black wool slacks, a red silk blouse, and uncharacteristic medium black heels. After setting the wine bottle on the table next to the deck chair that held my clothes, she began to undress. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her slacks with her back to me, so I had ample opportunity to study her body from the rear. I was pleasantly surprised by what she revealed. Her legs were not thick as I had suspected, but were well formed, shapely and toned like an athlete. Why she hid them under slacks all the time I will never know. Her ass was a little flat, but her diaphanous black panties revealed muscular buttocks surrounding a delectable crack. Lexi didn't have much of a waist and so was not shapely in a classical sense, but her body was lean and without fat. At about 5'8" and 150 pounds, I realized that she was one PE teacher that I wouldn't mind getting stuck in a shower with. Then she turned around to face me, capturing my eyes. She removed her matching black bra to reveal alabaster breasts that contrasted delightfully with her summer tan. Despite my best efforts to hold her eyes as long as she, I couldn't prevent my eyes from darting back and forth to her tits. They were small, firm and conical, with puffy pink nipples sticking out into the cool night air. The breasts really did not have any curve to their underside. Not the most beautiful breasts I had seen, but they actually looked like most of them would fit in your mouth. My tongue itched. I returned my focus to her eyes, and observed a curious expression on her face. She looked serious without smiling, but her eyes flashed, seemingly daring me to comment upon or criticize her tits. But she made sure that I had ample opportunity to study them before moving on. I had no thought of criticism – only of fitting one of them in my mouth. Satisfied that she had my rapt attention, Lexi bent at the waist to remove her panties. Dropping them on my clothes, she straightened up to again fix my eyes in her serious gaze. And again, I couldn't hold her eyes as they darted back and forth from the juncture of her muscular thighs to her face. She had the tan lines of a fairly modest bikini highlighting a very thin covering of blond fuzz on her mound. Her stomach was delightfully flat and suggested that she could have done as many sit-ups as I could. The mounting sexual tension between us could have been cut with a knife. I was totally stunned, both by her unexpectedly attractive body and by her deliberate and meticulous display of it. I really did not know what to make of the situation. Was she teasing or flirting? I had no reason to have suspected previously that she was attracted to me. But for the second time that evening, my dick raised it purple head. I was glad that the bubbles were on and the tub light off. "This is supposed to be a very good Gamay Beaujolais, but it seems a little young to me," were the first words she uttered since beginning what I regarded as her strip tease. "Well, Gamay is supposed to be pretty fresh," I said, trying to inject some normality into the situation. She then picked up the bottle and her wine glass and walked over to the other side of the tub to set the glass down, I presumed at the spot she intended to enter the tub. With her back to me, she bent at the waist with her feet a little wider that her shoulders to pour the wine into her glass. You guessed it, her pussy was on clear display to me not 6 feet away, as she slowly and deliberately filled her glass. I could not tell if her labia were shaved, but there was no visible hair surrounding her vulva. I could even see or imagine that I could see her pink rosebud as her butt cheeks were separated by her bending over. The spotlights seemed to be at the perfect angle to reflect the moisture evident in her slit. I didn't know where this was going, but she seemed in total control of the moment. Straightening up, she walked over to the empty wineglass by my left shoulder. Rather than bend at the waist, she squatted directly in front of me to pour the wine. Incredibly, her thighs were separated enough to show her engorged lips, which were now less than 3 feet from my tongue. Jesus! She returned to the table with the bottle, and I suddenly realized that she still had her heels on. The heels deliberately enhanced her naked ass and I could think of no other reason why she still had them on. Since taking up the wine bottle, Lexi had not looked me in the eye so I was free to stare. Now, with her shoes still providing a sensual cant to her contoured ass, she walked all the way around the tub to my right shoulder, where the hot tub controls were. I stared at her, mesmerized by her brazen display. When she reached me, she again squatted down, only this time with her thighs spread almost obscenely wide. Hot Tub Chronicles: Lexi "Do you mind if I turn the light on and the bubbles off," she said, looking me in the eyes. "I prefer to soak in the still water." "What did you say?" I thought, unable to divert my eyes or attention from her pussy. She was literally squatting with her cunt directly over my right hand, not 18 inches from my nose. I could smell her pussy juice as though my nose were buried in it. I was paralyzed. Was Lexi inviting me to lick her? Or finger her? Her labia hung well below her furrow, shiny wet and engorged, and I could see her clit peeking out of its hood. There was definitely no hair on that peach. My tongue seemed swollen and parched. I guess she realized I was almost blind and incapable of intelligent speech, because she pressed the buttons to turn off the bubbles and turn on the light without further discussion. She lingered in that position for another 20 seconds, until the water had sufficiently quieted so that she could clearly see my boner bobbing in the water. Only when she stood up was I able to tear my eyes away from her vulva. I looked into her eyes and saw the same curious expression. (Was I going to be allowed to touch or lick or fuck, I wondered.) As she walked back to the other side of the tub, I felt like a callow youth wondering whether I would be allowed to enjoy the sex of an untouchable goddess. And I worried that I would spill my load before I could achieve that impossible dream. Here I was several years older than Lexi, and I'm sure with much more sexual experience, but she had so captured my imagination that I was a tongue-tied schoolboy again. An hour ago, I doubt that I would have walked across the street to fuck Lexi. Now, she had so tantalized me that I would have considered jerking off right in front of her if this turned out to be just a tease. She stepped out of her shoes and squatted to enter the tub. Of three possible means of entry, she chose the maneuver requiring her to spread her knees the widest. One last exhibition of this enchanting pussy before entering the water. Lexi settled onto the seat across from me and sighed, "this feels wonderful." (Really, I thought, but my cock is about to explode.) With eyes closed as though savoring the heat, Lexi stretched her legs out to their maximum extension toward me. Even with her eyes closed, it only took about five seconds to find my dick and to capture it between her feet. "Ahhhhh...... ," I moaned. Was this a footjob? Was there no end to this incredible woman's surprises and stunning behavior? But two can play at that game. Her long awaited touch snapped me out of my reverie. Whatever her rationale for plotting this delicious alfresco seduction, it was now apparent that she wanted my cock. That was not exactly the same thing as wanting to fuck, but close enough. I desperately wanted to fuck Lexi. I wanted more than a footjob. I extended my legs to return the favor. I had my eyes wide open with lust, and pushed my right foot under her left thigh to touch her pussy. I couldn't get good enough access, so I lifted her left foot away from my cock, spreading her thighs to gain unhindered entrance to her cunt. My big toe easily slipped into her very wet opening. Now it was her turn to say, "Ohhhhhhh ....." She quickly forgot about my dick as she pulled her thighs wide enough to accommodate both my feet. Slowly massaging her vulva with both big toes, I marveled how wet she was under this hot water. Mary and I had tried to fuck in our hot tub before, without success. Her lubrication kept washing away in the water and I could get no more than half the knob into her vagina before causing discomfort. We gave up, and moved the fucking to the deck. But Lexi kept her slick moisture, and my toes moved around with leisure. This motion was getting to her as her breathing quickened and deepened. I pushed my left toe into her cunt and my right circled her lubricated clit. It isn't like I was an expert in giving toejobs, but this did the trick. She suddenly squeezed here thighs together so tightly that I thought she would do damage to me and grabbed my feet with her hands in a vice-like grip to push them more tightly against her pussy. "Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah . . . Ah. . ., " she seemed to emit the groan through her nose to keep the noise down. Her opening convulsed once. After 10 seconds, she relaxed her grips on me. Since entering the tub, she had kept her eyes closed and had said nothing. After recovering from her orgasm, she finally opened her eyes. Carefully surveying the house and both entry doors, she looked at me briefly and stood up to move around the circle to seat herself on the bench to my left. Without a by your leave, she reached out with her right hand and grasped my rigid shaft. With her other hand she tenderly surrounded my sac and balls, which in this hot water were like warm goo encased in an oversize condom. Still she said nothing. And again she closed her eyes, as though she did not want to witness this delicious debauchery. I was beyond being stunned by her actions, but reached out to her edible tits. I loved her hard puffy nipples and squeezed them between my thumb and finger, producing an excited response from Lexi. Her tits were as sensitive as they looked. I had a compelling urge to suckle them, to swallow them, and even though they were slightly below the surface of the water, I leaned forward to submerge my mouth and nose to begin the worship of these singular beauties. But she opened her eyes and placed her hands on my chest to restrain me. After again surveying the surrounding doors, she lifted her right leg over my belly and tugged my cock toward the juncture of her thighs: the Promised Land. I turned to place my right leg over her left and extended my hips toward her enticing kitty. "Put it in," she whispered softly. I was focused on getting our bodies in a position to allow me to get inside her and didn't quite hear her (not that it mattered, as nothing could have stopped me from getting into her at this point; not even the appearance of Mary at the door). I raised my eyes to hers with a questioning look. Looking directly into my eyes for the first time since entering the tub, Lexi said, "Do it. Fuck me." The magic words. I didn't need to be asked twice. I reached for her left hip as I advanced my cock to her opening. She rubbed my knob around her clit with her hand and I extended both my legs to the bench with her left leg between them. It was almost like crossing her "T," an uncomfortable position but the only one that would permit our heads to remain a respectable distance apart in case someone should come out to the hot tub while we were at it. Lexi lined up my cock with her opening, leaned forward to grab my ass, and we pushed it in. Sweet. An unusual sensation when the walls of her vagina are cooler than the water, but a wonderful sensation nonetheless. I marveled at the ease with which she remained lubricated, and I began to thrust in and out as she guided my ass with her hand. It did not take me long to hit bottom, where she held me tightly for a moment before I could withdraw. While up against her cervix, I felt a marvelous squeeze or pinching of my cock. Lexi was full of surprises that night but a snapping pussy may have topped the list. God, that felt good. Every time I went all the way in, I was rewarded with that delightful squeeze. Under other circumstances, I imagined that she could have brought me off with just her snapper, without my having to move at all. As I reveled in the tightness of her cunt, I suddenly realized why it was so unexpectedly easy to get into Lexi in that hot water. It could only have been explained by the use of KY jelly, or some similar water insoluble lubricant. She must have coated her lips, opening, clit, and vagina with KY when she was in her parent's bathroom. Talk about a premeditated seduction! Lexi was an amazing woman and I could only be exceedingly thankful that she had chosen me that night for her lust. Her breathing once again quickened as she began pulling my ass faster. Given the tease and mental excitement she had stirred in me, I think I would not have been able to last very long had it not been for the awkward position and the fact that water was beginning to seep into her cunt, raising the temperature and lessening the tightness. But since she had already cum once, I was confidant that I could last for another. Then the sliding class door rolled open. My immediate reaction was to pull out as I craned my head around to identify our visitor. But Lexi held my butt tightly to her and kept my cock three-quarters inside her. I reached for the controls to turn the bubbles on and the light off. "Leave the light on," Lexi whispered, her first words since we began to fuck. Our visitor was Donna, in her mid-forties and probably the oldest teacher in the group. She was one of my favorite people in the group, and one that I had actively flirted with on more than one occasion. I regarded her as very attractive "older" woman, with a very shapely body and an engaging personality. "Who's out here?" Donna called out. "Lexi and Duke," I replied after lamely clearing my throat as my panic began to subside. "The Heberts just got out a little while ago, but we thought we would finish our wine. Why don't you join us?" By then Donna had climbed to the level of the hot tub. She peered into the tub and I'm sure could see Lexi's naked tits, but I am pretty sure she couldn't see anything significant or below the waist. I had both my arms and hands out of the water on the rim of the tub, and Lexi had one hand out of the tub. Her other was on my cock, preventing it from escaping her snatch. "No, I don't think so tonight," Donna remarked. "I didn't bring my suit, and I'm afraid I not as comfortable with nudity as you younger folks." If she only knew. "Well, a guy can hope," I jested. "What's the temperature like?" she asked. When I referred her to the floating thermometer over by Lexi's wine glass, she squatted down to lift it, knees kept discreetly closed and turned to the side as she was wearing a mid-thigh skirt. Suddenly Lexi, who had had her eyes closed the entire time Donna was there, opened her eyes and looked at me with a smile. "Duke, would you mind turning off the bubbles," Lexi asked loud enough for Donna to hear. Before I could answer, she pinched my cock with her pussy. Uh–oh, I thought. But in for a penny, in for a pound; I turned off the bubbles. Donna was still trying to read the thermometer, when the bubbles stopped and I think did not register that they had been turned off. And then she looked up at me to express her frustration at her inability to read the thermometer in the poor light, when she saw us. With the tub light beaming into the still water from a spot on the tub wall between Lexi and me, Donna suddenly realized that she was looking at my cock buried in Lexi's cunt. It so startled her that she lost her balance and fell on her butt, in the process flashing us a hairy beaver spilling out of white panties between her involuntarily spread thighs. This night kept getting better and better. Donna quickly regained her balance, stood up, and started walking off the tub deck. "I think I'll go back in," she said quietly. "Sure you won't join us?" I asked with a grin. Lexi began pulling my ass again to start my thrusting in and out of her. Donna stopped by the door and turned to me with a smile. "Maybe some other time," she smiled, and winked at me. And then she left. I knew we would be OK with Donna. Lexi's exhibition would go unreported, a secret among the three of us. As the sliding glass door rolled close, Lexi increased her speed. "I'm close," Lexi whispered. "Fuck me harder." Again she grabbed my arm and ass with her two hands in a vice like grip. "Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ah..."she exhaled through her nose. Then she pulled me as tightly against her cervix as the position would allow. Her vagina spasmed. Her cunt snapped. After thirty seconds, she released her grip and opened her eyes. "I can cum again, but we have to hurry," she breathed. "The party will be breaking up soon, and people will come looking for us." I started to hammer her cunt with as long and rapid strokes as I could manage. Sufficient hot water had leaked into Lexi's vagina that I now had little feeling except at the front and back of her cunt. But that was enough. My balls began to float. I reached for her nipple and she reached for her clit. I looked around quickly to confirm that the coast was clear and mumbled, "Do you want me to pull out?" "No! Come in me. Fill my cunt!" I let it go with as quiet a groan as I could control. My balls seemed to explode as I jabbed my cock as far into her as I could. It wasn't deep enough in that position. By the second frenetic thrust, I was on my feet with her right foot over my shoulder. By the third, her left foot was also on my shoulder as I buried myself to her cervix. On the fourth, her cunt spasmed too and she started cumming. Five. Six, Seven.... I frantically ground into her as I held her thighs high and wide. And then it was over. Our breathing was ragged as we held each. Anyone glancing out from the house would have had no doubt as to what we were doing with me standing and leaning into Lexi as tightly as I could. After 15 seconds, we returned to our senses and Lexi pushed me away to resume my seat beside her. She looked at me tenderly and leaned her lips toward mine. "Thank you," she breathed. Our lips touched and our tongues sought each other out. Her lips were incredibly soft and her breath warm on my face. For the first time since this whole pas de deux started, we kissed. I think that is the only time in my life that I fucked a woman before I kissed her. I wouldn't recommend it as a regular practice but with Lexi it felt right. Neither of us was going to stop that train she put in motion when she began undressing a half an hour before, She then pulled back. "That was incredible," I whispered. "I know," Lexi smiled at the obvious fact. "I have to get out. We have pushed our luck as far as we can go." She turned to step on the bench to climb out. I grabbed her ass and inner thigh to hold her as I whispered, "You sure we can't do this again?" "Not tonight, Love. But let's not be strangers," she said as she looked around at me with a twinkle in her eyes. I let her go. She climbed out and walked over to our clothes. Standing nude and making no effort to cover herself, she picked up her panties to wipe them between her thighs. "Jesus," she exclaimed. "You'll be leaking out of me until Monday. I've never seen so much cum. Doesn't Mary take care of you?" "You produced all of it tonight," I laughed. She looked up and grinned at me. Then Lexi stuffed her panties into the pocket of my Levi's. "I'll have to borrow some of Mom's white cottons, or my slacks will be soaked before we get home." She then gathered up the rest of her clothes and moved into the master bedroom. As she stepped down off the deck, she leaned in to kiss me again. "Thanks again. That was spectacular," she whispered. "I don't think I've ever cum three times in a row. Stay here until your dick goes down and I get out of the bedroom. We don't want anyone suspicious of us dressing together." I nodded my assent and watched her ass go into the room. This was her show, from beginning to end. I was just along for the ride, but what a sweet ride it had been. She turned on the light, retrieved what looked like white panties from a drawer, and exited into the bathroom. Three minutes later, she was dressed. As she moved to the bedroom door to turn out the light, Lexi turned and blew me a kiss. I pulled myself out of the tub to sit on the side, much as I had done 45 minutes ago. Only this time, I did not have a boner. I reached down to fondle my balls, as though to check them and make sure they had not blown out into Lexi. I pondered the evening. I felt like the fly to Lexi's spider. She had spread a web over me in a way I had never experienced. Unveiling her body to its best advantage, she had sucked me inexorably into her pussy as though I was deprived of free will. But I lived to tell the tale – or her tail. I dressed and joined the end of the party. Donna and her husband had already left, and Mary was ready to go. As we thanked the host and hostess at the door with a chaste kiss on the cheek, Lexi gave no sign or indication whatsoever that she had just fucked my brains out. Her cheeks were still flushed though, and if you didn't know she had just been a hot tub, you would have sworn that Lexi looked like she had just been royally fucked. We went home and Mary got a Friday night special. But the whole time I was thinking of fucking Lexi on dry land. Whatever, it worked for Mary as my erection was rigid and more than serviceable. She came early, and I really had to work hard for my orgasm. I'm not sure I had any sauce left for Mary's cunt. I was never again alone in a hot tub with Lexi. She didn't call me and I didn't call her. We never ever talked about that night. I think we were both content to capture out memory in a sparkling bottle and leave it on a shelf to be pulled down and examined from time to time among the rich and sweetest memories of life. We did, however, flirt. About a year later, I was in my hot tub during a party at our house, when I felt a familiar hand on my dick: Lexi's. She was next to me, partially turned away talking to another woman, when Lexi reached back to frig me. It didn't take long to achieve maximum extension and I think she actually had designs on making me cum. As I tried to maintain an intelligent conversation with a big titted woman in front of me, I reached between Lexi's cheeks to cup her pussy. She clenched her powerful thighs together to prevent my reaching her pussy from behind but in the process, exposed her asshole to my fingers. Very slowly and carefully, I got my middle finger into her to the second knuckle, and wiggled it. She kept squeezing and shifting her weight in an attempt to expel the invader, but she wouldn't let go of my cock. Finally Mary called me to do something, and we had to relinquish our grips on each other. Mary was a little pissed at how long I took to respond to her request, but I couldn't very well hop out of the tub with a raging boner. Poor form. Lexi and her husband moved away a couple of years later, and I lost track of them. Donna never told on us, but she also never got in a hot tub with me. Kathy moved onto my flirt list and shared another hot tub adventure with me about two years later. But that's another story. And I still have the panties. They reside in a ziplock bag in a cubbyhole at my office. As of the night before I finished this story, I can report that the panties still carry more than a faint whiff of Lexi and our mingled juices. We have to take our serendipity where we find it.