“Hi,” she whispers as I stop on the other side of the new gate.
I smile, then smile broader before I whisper a softhiback. I want to hook my hand around the back of her neck and pull her close for a kiss. I want to stroke her bare skin. I want to strip her out of that swimsuit and explore every inch of her.
But not until she unequivocally tells me she’s ready.
Waiting for her to tell me she’s ready has been absolute torture.
“Want to try out the hot tub with me?” she whispers.
Oh,fuck yes.
Is that my shirt practically stripping itself off of me? I believe it is. “Yes.”
“The stars will be pretty tonight, and that was always my favorite thing about the old hot tub, but my text said it was undelivered when I told you to bring your swimsuit, and—oh. Okay, that works.”
I look down. The shadows and my black briefs are hiding my boner, but my thighs are glowing like there’s a blacklight aimed at their general pastiness. My pants, shoes, and socks are all in a pile together.
“Don’t ever have a stripping contest with a theater kid. We do quick-changes like nobody’s business.”
She laughs, pressing her fingers to her cheeks like she’s testing if they’re hot.
Turned on hot?
Or embarrassed hot?
Am I doing this all wrong again?
“Last one in—” I start, but she cuts me off.
“Is on diaper duty all day tomorrow.”
She flashes an impish grin and leaves me in the dust, dashing the few steps to the new salt water hot tub, swinging a leg over, and climbing in.
As if I mind.
She’s just told me I get to spend the day with them tomorrow too.
Have to, if I’m on diaper duty.
Plus, I get to watch her face as she sinks into the warm water.
Her eyes slide closed, her breasts lift with a deep breath, and then she’s immersed all the way up to her neck, leaning her head back against the edge with a contented sigh. “Oh my god, I forgot how much I love this.”
I follow more slowly, not because I don’t want to dive in headfirst, but because I don’t want her spotting the reaction my body is having to her.
With any other woman,want to come in the hot tub with me?would be an invitation to screw around.
With Emma?
I don’t know yet.
“You like the jets or not?” I ask as I step in, angled to block her view of my excited dick.
Am I embarrassed?
No.
But I don’t want her thinking the only reason I’m here is to make out with a hot girl in a hot tub.
