Emily here. I'm "No-boobs," remember? (From "Summertime Sex Ed.") They aren't any bigger now, even though I'm a year and a half older than I was then.
I'm a sophomore at a big Midwestern state college now, with a tennis scholarship (thank you, Title 9!) I had a boyfriend in my freshman year, but it wasn't much of a relationship. For now, let's just call him LB (for Loser Boy). I fucked him and gave him a blow job from time to time, but I felt that I was investing a lot more in the relationship than he was. And his cum didn't taste very good, either. It was sort of sour and bitter and bleachy, and I always had a glass of wine or mineral water to wash the taste away. He used to drink a lot of beer, which is maybe why. Jerry, my first lover, never drank beer, and he had cum that was much sweeter, with just a hint of tartness, so I know cum can taste better than that!
LB was a lousy lay, too. I asked him to pay more attention to my tits, which are really sensitive. He said, "What tits?" and that really hurt my feelings. He apologized, of course, but his heart really wasn't in it. By springtime, he'd found a girl with bigger jugs and I didn't see much of him after that. So I just worked harder on my tennis.
It's hard work to compete at this level. Now I've got ladies who can beat the pants off me if I'm not at my best. Last Saturday, my morning practice left every muscle in my body sore, so after the showers, I hit the jacuzzi for a while. When I got there, there was another lady there. From her face, she looked to be about forty, with blonde curly hair. I couldn't see much of her body under the water, but she definitely wasn't overweight. She had a beautiful smile and was very friendly and down-to earth. We got to chatting, and within a few minutes, we felt like we were old friends.
"I love these thing!" she said. "My husband and I just moved into a house with a hot tub. Last Tuesday, in fact. It isn't running. Paul filled it and got the water at the right temperature, but he said that he had to 'balance the water' or something. Then he had to go away for a couple of days, so we still haven't used it."
"Hey, I know all about that. My parents had a hot tub, and Dad taught me all about that stuff. You just do tests, and adjust chlorine levels, and like that. It's easy. Would you like me to come over and show you how to do it?"
"Oh I'd love that. My name's Sara, by the way."
"Emily here. Glad to meet you! Do you teach or coach here?"
"No. Paul is a professor in Political Science. He just got promoted, actually, which is why we felt we could afford to move. We wanted a smaller house, since our kids are grown, but with more amenities."
"Like a hot tub."
"You've got it! And a bigger back yard, too. I've loved to garden, and now I have some time to do it."
At that point, she stood up and I got a good look at her body. She had a pretty good figure for a gal her age. I mean, her waist was thicker, and her boobs were starting to hang a little lower than they probably did twenty years ago, but she was otherwise pretty fit. Her boobs were ample, and she had these dark pink oval areolas with long nipples. Her muff was a little darker than her head hair, and was neatly trimmed. It looked like she'd had a bikini wax or shave done, since the hair stopped just inside her tan lines. I stood up too, and she got a look at my own booblets and nearly hairless snatch (which I don't shave ... it just grows that way). When she got a good look, she smiled even wider, and maybe a little longer, than I figured she would. I wondered...
I didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day, so we dressed and headed over to the house, a few blocks from campus and within easy walking distance. Along the way, she explained that Paul was running some sort of seminar at another college, which is where he'd been for the past three days, and wouldn't be back home until after dinnertime.
When we got there, I found all the testing kits and did the tests. It really wasn't far off spec, and the adjustments were minor. While I worked on the hot tub, Sara went off and returned with a bottle of wine, some plastic wine glasses and a plate with some fruit and cheese and crackers. In a few hours, I declared the hot tub open for business. By then we were both a little tipsy from the wine.
"Well, should we try it out?" she asked.
"Well, I didn't bring a suit."
"Who needs suits! It's just us girls here!" And with that, she kicked off her sandals and dropped her pants and panties. Off came her halter and her bra. She stood naked in front of me and smiled.
Whoa! Was she trying to seduce me? I hadn't fooled around with a woman before, but then again, I'd never had the opportunity before. In the back of my mind, I heard Judy, my old high school nurse and confidante, saying, "Go for it, girl!" So I stripped off my clothes, too. It didn't take quite as long, since all I had on top was a tee shirt. We got another bottle of wine and refilled our glasses. Then she took my hand, and we got into the hot tub.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the new surroundings for both of us, or maybe she really was trying to seduce me, because she got to talking about her sex life. It wasn't what it used to be, she told me. Her husband Paul had been under a lot of pressure, what with the promotion and moving and people telling him to get his book finished, so he wasn't paying as much attention to her. They were only fucking once or twice a month, whereas before it was at least two or three times a week. And it was really quick ... a little foreplay, a few pumps, a kiss on the cheek, "and so to bed." I found myself being very sorry for her (although she was still getting more than I was), and I felt just wicked enough to take it to the next level.
"Have you ever lived in a house with a hot tub before?"
"No," she said. "This is all new to me."
"Then let me show you something." I positioned myself so that my crotch was just in front of one of the jets. "Just let it run on your pussy. See, you can spread your pussy lips and get more pressure, or close them and get less. You can also move forward or backward." I demonstrated as I talked. "And look, you can pull your clittie hood up and let it beat right on your clit when you want."
"Ooh, let me try! Does it work?"
"Oh, yeah! I've been getting myself off this way for ages. My parents never caught on."
"I wanna try!" So I stood behind her, grabbed her hips, and maneuvered her toward the jet. Her hands went to her vulva and she experimented as I had shown her. She was really getting off on it. I mean, she was oohing and aahing and leaning back into me. I reached around and held her breasts, lifting them up. She was almost as big as my Aunt Edith ... somewhere between a C and a D, I guessed. Her nips were getting hard as I began pinching them.
Well, it didn't take her long. Pretty soon she was breathing hard and shaking a little, just from the novelty of the sensations. She was getting me horny, too. I found myself rubbing my nipples onto her back. Finally she gave a little cry as she came. She slumped and I held her up. Then she turned around, and she hugged me hard, and pressed her tits into mine, and gave me a big wet kiss, with lots of tongue.
Do you know what I did? I kissed back.
Then she did two things that got me kicked into high gear. First, she kissed my neck and shoulders, which for me is really pushing the button for the up elevator. Then I felt her middle finger slipping into my vagina, probing for my G spot. Oh, man. I was a goner.
She found my inner button, and she stroked it. I was in heaven. I felt like peeing right there in the tub. I told her so, and she said "You don't have to pee. You have to cum. So cum already." And I did. Boy, did I.
I slipped my own finger into her cunt and did her the way she was doing me. When she slipped out of my slot and started playing with my clit, I did the same to her. Back and forth we went, teasing each other, giggling and laughing.
That's when I saw Paul.
He was standing in the door, watching us. He was holding a pizza box. He'd taken off his tie, but was otherwise dressed for work. I figured that he had to be around forty, too, but except for the gray in his beard and hair, he didn't look it. This guy looked pretty good.
"Um," he said.
Sara turned around and saw him. Her jaw dropped. "Paul! What are you doing here!"
He smiled. "I live here, remember?"
"But what about your seminar?"
"It finished early. The other coordinator had a plane to catch, so we wrapped it up a bit sooner than we'd expected. I knew you didn't have any dinner planned, so I brought home this pizza..."
He was talking to her, but staring at me. He probably didn't expect to see two naked ladies in the tub when he got home, poor guy. Eventually, he asked the question we'd all been waiting for.
"Sara, who is this woman?"
"This is Emily. From the gym. She helped me set up the hot tub."
"Hi!" I said, and smiled at him. God, what was the protocol for this? Should I wave? Should I wink?
"Emily knows all about hot tubs. When I told her that you didn't have time to fix the balance, or whatever, she said she could do that. And she did."
Paul chuckled. "It looks like she knows how to do more than that!"
Sara got out and gave him a hug, getting his sport coat wet. "Grab a glass of wine and come in with us."
"Uh, let me shower first. I'll be right back." And he left the room.
Sara looked at me. "I think he took that well," she said.
"Sara, I'm so embarrassed! I just got kind of carried away. Did I do something bad? For you two?"
.... There is more of this story ...