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                             Hot Tub

    He lay back in the hot tub, soaking after a long day at the
office.  All he wanted was a good long soak, a few drinks, and maybe,
just maybe, he'd allow himself a handjob to relax before going to bed.
He couldn't get the redhead from the office out of his mind.
Her breasts were huge, and her legs, so long, so strong -- he was sure
that she could (and probably would) snap someone in half with her legs
if she chose to.  It wasn't that she didn't seem interested, but he
knew better than to get involved.  He didn't know too much about her,
but ... why take too many chances.
    He heard the door creak open as someone else joined him in the
steamy interior of the club.  He loved it here.  It was built along
the lines of a Roman Bath, with small pools in a large room full of
steam, and clothing optional.  He lay soaking, nude, in one of the
tubs in the far corner, and didn't feel too self conscious about
bringing his hands down to cup his shaft and testicles as he dreamt
about her.  ******
    "Mind if I join you?," she would begin.
    "No, not at all."
She slid into the water, gracefully removing her short robe as
she did so, showing a naked body as beautiful as his imaginations.
She leaned forward to take the bar to help her sit, showing off her
luscious cleavage, and her full, ripe lips.  She sat, her leg brushing
his, sending tiny electrical shocks through his body as his penis,
with a mind of its own, began sending messages back.  She smiled,
reaching out with a fingernail to rake gently along the underside of
the shaft.  "Hmmm, seems like we have a guest." He shuddered at the
contact, and began to smile in return.
    He reached out to touch her, gently, and see if she was amenable
to a little closer contact.  As his hand brushed her shoulder, she
moved in the water to sit astride his legs, his shaft near the
entrance to her tunnel.  She leaned forward, and darted her tongue
into his open mouth, carnally savoring the taste and texture, as her
hand wrapped around the engorged tube of flesh he proffered.  He
grasped one of her sweat-slick breasts in his hand, as the other
worked under the water to the wet opening of her tunnel.  She was
swollen, slick under his fingers, and moaning into his tongue.  It
took him a moment to realize what she was saying."I want you, now!"
    He grasped her waist, and, moving carefully, slid her along
his legs, up, onto his shaft, and fully into his lap.  She was now
seated, facing him, with his penis buried to the pubic bone into her
hot, inviting entrance.  Slowly, they began to move. As he moved, he
felt her slick, hot interior squeezing him, and he felt a pressure on
his testicles.  He thought, "Oh, she must be playing with my balls.
God, is she hot." She was moaning, as was he, both hot, both nearing
the point of no return.  As she went into a series of wild, moaning
shrieks, he felt someone touch his shoulder, and he opened his eyes to
see ***** The club.  The pool was empty; his hand was wrapped around
his shaft, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and twitching,
quivering in his hand.
    He looked up to see the redhead, smiling as though she knew
what he had been dreaming of. "Hi handsome," she said, slipping off
her robe to step into the water beside him, "Mind if I join you?"
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