Hot Tub Hijinks

Debbie stepped into her hotel room breathing a heavy sigh of relief. While not exceptionally tired, the plodding shuttle service from her home to the Las Vegas airport, the five hour flight to New York, and the hair raising street race to her hotel (also known as a Manhattan cab ride) had pretty well fried her nerves. She was in the Big Apple attending a conference for the top sales representatives in the company she worked for.

She enjoyed her job. It paid the bills, and she got to work with some interesting people. But sales definitely wasn't among her passions. Unfortunately, her job had been directly interfering with her greatest passion, lately. She hoped to rectify that in the coming days, though, encouraged by the prospects offered by plenty of bars and a convention center full of bored sales staff.

But, as she sat on the bed of her small, utilitarian hotel room, she was more concerned with unwinding before she turned in for the night. She reached down and unzipped her suitcase only to find that, once again, the TSA had torn through her bag, afraid that her laptop was a nuclear warhead in disguise. Sighing heavily once more, this time in resignation, she set herself to the task of putting her neatly folded and packed clothes back in order. After a minute of organizing the mess, she pulled out what she originally wanted: her swimsuit.

When she made the hotel reservations, she noticed that it had an indoor pool and hot tub. She had packed her suit on the off chance that she decided to go for a dip, and, as she changed out of her travel clothes, she decided she was very happy that she'd done so. A nice relaxing soak in the hot tub was exactly what she needed.

Changed into her suit—a pink, string bikini with a stylized black overlay that tied in the front instead of the back—she took a moment to look herself over in the bathroom's full length mirror. She was no supermodel, but she definitely demanded a second, and maybe even third, look. Her eyes were bright and expressive, and her smile could light up a whole room or be wickedly suggestive. Her large breasts, wide hips, and shapely legs created a very appealing figure. Sure, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but she was happy with the way she looked. Besides, most people she knew very much enjoyed her body.

With a hotel bathrobe wrapped around her, she headed out to her destination, towel in hand. The clerk behind the lobby's main desk pointed her in the right direction, and, after a short walk, she found the door to the pool. It was probably forty feet long and twenty feet wide. A woman was swimming with her young son in the shallow end, and a man was swimming laps in the deep end. Debbie saw, to her immediate left, the words "HOT TUB—ADULTS ONLY" painted over a closed door. Hot air and the faint scent of chlorine washed over her as she opened the door and stepped into the small room. For a second, she could feel her tension begin to melt away, until it came rushing back when she realized that she had walked in on a couple feverishly making out in the raised hot tub.

"Oh! I'm so sorry," she stammered, mortified. "Let me come back la—"

"No, no!" the woman interrupted, good-naturedly. "Please sit. We shouldn't have gotten so carried away. I'm Sarah."

"Hi, I'm Debbie," she said, shaking the offered hand as she slipped into the hot water.

"And I'm Shawn," the man said, offering his hand.

Initially thrown, Debbie was quickly relaxing. Sarah and Shawn seemed to exude calm, and their friendly smiles had an almost hypnotic effect. Their soothing presence and the warm, swirling water of the jacuzzi were like hands turning a valve, letting her stress pour out of her. While most of her was relaxing, a few parts of her were getting excited. Am I really getting turned on just because I saw them kissing? She asked herself. Do I really need it that badly?

It was really quite understandable, though, considering who was sitting across from her, regardless of the fact that the lower half of their bodies was obscured by the foamy water. Shawn was outright hot. His chest and arms were strong; their muscles defined in a way that spoke of honest, hard work rather than obsessive workouts in a gym. His face, framed by short, brown hair and a well-cut chin, was at the same time mirthful and serious. But his eyes were his best feature: crystal clear lakes of blue, they had a radiance and life beyond those of any Debbie had seen.

Sarah cut a much different figure. Her beauty—for she truly was beautiful—had a darkness to it. Her long, straight, black hair, which fell behind her shoulders, stood in stark contrast with her smooth, cream-colored skin. She wore an eye-catching shade of red lipstick on her plump lips and a touch of mascara, enhancing her stunning face in the way that only minimalism can. Her brown eyes seemed to hold within them the capacity for absolute intimidation or ultimate seduction. At the moment, though, they reflected nothing more than playfulness.

"So, what brings you to New York?" Shawn asked.

"Oh, just a boring work convention," Debbie replied. "How about you guys?"

"We're artists—Shawn a sculptor and me a painter—and a gallery here is displaying a couple of our pieces," Sarah answered. "So we're here to answer questions for the gallery patrons and make sure that everything goes smoothly with shipping and all that."

"Wow, you guys have much more interesting lives than me," Debbie said, laughing a little at herself.

Unsure of what to say to that, Sarah instead replied, "I really like your top."

"Thank you. I bought this last spring," Debbie said. "And I love yours."

"Thanks, I picked it up at a little boutique this afternoon." It was a beige, halter-style bikini top with black, patterned lines that wonderfully accentuated her voluptuous bosom. It did this so well, in fact, that Debbie's eyes lingered a moment longer than they perhaps should have.

"That's a very interesting tattoo on your shoulder," Debbie remarked, trying to obscure her true interest. "What exactly is it of?"

"Oh, it's a woman, naked obviously, bound to a tree," Sarah explained.

"Huh, what does it mean?" Debbie asked, a little perplexed.

"It represents an interest I have," Sarah replied, with a suggestive glimmer in her eyes. "One that I have fully embraced."

"She loves the female form," Shawn piped in, while sharing a sensual glance with his woman. "She loves all the special things you can do with it."

Debbie was fairly certain she knew what was going to happen next, and she was happy with it. Shawn and Sarah were interesting and attractive, and, what's more, there seemed to be a wild energy hiding within them. Debbie had forgotten all about her frustrating day and was focused on what was shaping up to be an exciting night. After all, what better way to end her dry spell?

"And what about you, Shawn," Debbie teased as she slid over next to him, pressing her hips against his, "do you love the female form?"

"Absolutely," Shawn said, leaning towards her, "especially yours."

"Debbie," Sarah asked sultrily, "do you want to kiss my boyfriend?"

"I want to do a lot more than that to him."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

With great anticipation, Debbie leaned forward, eyes close, head tilted, lips slightly parted, to meet his mouth. She kissed him softly at first, tentatively exploring this new found territory, until the sound of his light moans made her open her eyes. Sarah was playing her fingers over Shawn's chest and nibbling on his ear. Seeing this flipped a switch inside Debbie, and she surrendered herself to her desire.

Debbie probed her tongue into Shawn's mouth, who responded in turn. Soon, they were passionately making out, Shawn's twisting, rolling tongue drawing deep moans out of her. He put a hand against the back of her head and pulled her closer to him, thrusting his tongue deeper, using her mouth like he would use her later.

"Grab her tits," Sarah whispered into Shawn's ear.

Sliding his hand on the back on her head down her neck and his other hand up her side, both sending a rush through Debbie's body, he came to cup her soft mounds. He played with her gently at first, almost as if he was giving her a massage. But, slowly, he got rougher: pinching her nipples more tightly, twisting them harder, squeezing her tits rather than lightly kneading them. He was using her like she'd never been used before, and she was consumed by it. Unable to focus on kissing anymore, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back to rest against the top of the hot tub, letting Sarah's tongue take the place of her own.

After a few minutes, she vaguely registered that Sarah was undoing the pink bow holding Debbie's bikini top closed. In a few deft movements, the knot was undone and the thin fabric was pushed to the side. A delicate tongue—not Shawn's—began winding its way over her breasts. She opened her eyes to see Sarah flick her tongue over Debbie's nipple before setting upon it completely, eliciting a series of short whimpers from her.

Debbie had been with women before, had enjoyed women before, but Sarah was something different. The way she used her tongue; the way she sucked; the way she—"Oh!"—bit; it was all beyond anything Debbie had experienced before. This couple was incredible.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Sarah lifted her head, a devilish glint in her eyes, and said, "My turn."

She shuffled under the water for a moment before throwing her bottoms out of the hot tub, with her top following immediately thereafter. She took a reclining position and, like a queen addressing her subjects, said, "Strip. Then, Shawn: pussy; Debbie: tits. And don't either of you be gentle with me." They eagerly complied.

Shawn strode forward, taking a place just in front of Sarah, while Debbie circled around to the side. Shawn entered in one thrust, eliciting a delightful yelp from his girlfriend, while Debbie sucked Sarah's breast into her mouth, producing a loud, contented moan. Shawn worked himself into a fast rhythm, pounding his cock into her hard and deep, while Debbie ravaged her chest, sucking and squeezing her rack and roughly playing with her pert nips. Beneath them, Sarah writhed in pleasure; her moans getting louder and longer, her cries becoming more frequent and more exultant as the pressure between her thighs built.

"Can I come?" Shawn begged.

"No, I've got a surprise for you," Sarah commanded. "Debbie, hit me."

Obediently, she laid the flat of her hand against Sarah's breast.

"Again."

Smack.

"Again."

Smack.

"Again, you little slut!"

Debbie slapped Sarah again, hard, sending her over the edge. Her whole body shook and quivered, and her back arched high into the air. Her tight pussy convulsed frantically, gripping Shawn's hard rod as he plowed her without mercy, and she cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm tore through her.

Slowly, she came down from her high, and, after catching her breath, she looked at Debbie and said, "It's time for us to make Shawn come."

Sarah shifted her position, so that she was reclined with her head hanging slightly over the edge of the tub, leaving a large open space at the top of her chest and wrapped her right arm under and around her bust, squeezing it together. Shawn, who obviously knew where this was going, was grinning madly. Debbie was a little confused but was mainly excited by what would be a brand new experience.

"Debbie, lay your head against my sternum so that you're facing my stomach. Keep your mouth open and roll with whatever happens," Sarah commanded of a compliant Debbie. "Now, Shawn, use us."

He stepped out of the water and up to Sarah's voluminous cleavage. He was so long that, when he slipped between her lovely mounds, he pushed himself up and into Debbie's waiting mouth. Realizing her role in this position, she closed her lips over the head of his cock, flicking her tongue across his tip, elated to finally have a cock inside her. All too soon, though, he pulled out from her oral embrace, already on the down stroke. But, like all men do, he came back, eager to give her another taste.

He sped up quickly, desperately seeking release. His grunts were loud and forceful, coming from deep within him. Every so often, he would look down at Sarah's boobs softly caressing him and Debbie's mouth hungrily sucking him off, basking in the incredible image.

"Shawn loves fucking my tits. I wonder how you feel about it." As Sarah said this, she slid her left hand up the inside of Debbie's spread legs, parted her lower lips, and slipped one, two, three fingers inside her. Her moan was muted by Shawn's throbbing member, but it resonated deeply in Sarah's chest. "I think you love it, too."

While Debbie diligently tended to Shawn's gratification, Sarah had fun with her new lover. Deep and slow plunges flowed into short and fast thrusts. "Come hither" motions morphed into circles rubbed 'round her clit. She was simultaneously being pleasured and pleasuring. Nothing existed for her except raw sexual passion.

"It's time, lovelies," Sarah announced.

Shawn, who had been holding back, waiting for permission, was the first to finish. His first shot was caught in Sarah's cleavage on the down stroke. His second shot, fired halfway through his up stroke, landed high on Debbie's cheek, but his third shot, launched just after the head of his hard, pulsing cock passed through her wet, quivering lips, found the perfect mark. Joyfully, Debbie sucked it up, used her tongue to tease out more of his essence, and gulped down his sweet juice. Up and down, in and out. Over and over Shawn bucked his hips, lost in the throes of passion, drenching Sarah, covering Debbie, and filling her mouth. In the midst of this white wash, her orgasm hit.

"Come, Debbie. Come as you blow my boyfriend, as I finger your snatch. Come, coated in my man's sticky seed like the cumslut you are," Sarah coaxed.

Complete and blinding euphoria tore through Debbie's body, arcing through her dipping pussy, stretched wide, through her firm tits, pressed against a stunning woman, through her mouth, wrapped around a virulent man.

"Yes, yes! Oh my—YES!!!"