Glass-Covered Hot Tub

Well, try it out, obviously. Yes, I know…there’s still snow on the ground - more since the storm yesterday, but in this greenhouse of a jacuzzi building,  it’s lovely. Emily and I were out there the moment the guys left, and stripped naked, immersed ourselves in the hot water. Nice gentle jets…well, maybe a bit above ‘gentle’…and mmmmmm. Paradise found. 

We both lay there opposite each other, just enjoying the…hmm.. what would you call it? Foreplay? Anticipatory foreplay? We weren’t touching each other more than a little leg on leg contact, and that only briefly, but sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, we would be having some fun before we left. 

So, eyes closed, dreamily relaxed, and anticipating what might be to come (or cum) when a blast of cold air slapped both our faces….hard. Elizabeth walked in, tray in hand, with two cups of hot chocolate. We seem to be getting through a lot of this luxurious drink lately….even I’m putting on a bit of weight…I’ll have to watch that. 

She looked at our clothes scattered around the tub and gathered them up, folding them as she went. When I saw her touch our panties, I must admit, a certain thrill buzzed through certain parts of me. Then she took them through to the sauna and changing room before coming back out with two huge towels. 

“Looks nice in there.” Well yes….it does….it is. 

“Hop in…try it yourself." Well, that sure as shit wasn’t my voice. 

My eyes snapped open and I saw Elizabeth wavering…..fuck…would she? 

“Well…I don’t have a swimming costume.”

“(Giggle) Neither do we….come on….we won’t attack you.” Fuck! I would never have dared say that! Not even if Miss Brain had been driving. 

Elizabeth stood for a second before muttering “Ok…just for a bit.” and she took her dress off. I tried so hard not to stare….and I think I succeeded…just keeping my eyes half closed, and looking at her peripherally. 

Dress….bra….fuck me, beautiful tits….then thong. A small, well kept triangle of golden pubic hair….Ohh I’d forgotten….it looked amazing. I felt Emily kick my shin. ”Move over near me. Let Elizabeth have your seat.” My eyes snapped open in what I hoped was an unmistakable “Fuck you, bitch.” “Go on….it’s one of the better ones.” Emily almost glared at me, but not as hard as I glared at her. 

Although this is an eight seater, four of the seats are arranged opposite each other, on a north, south, east west configuration…and they are directly opposite the main jets. Actually, that’s not quite accurate.  Two of the seats have powerful, single jets, the other two opposing seats have split jets, they still ‘work’ if you get my meaning, but they’re much less effective. 

So (reluctantly) I moved. I decided I’d get up and sit right next to Emily. If nothing else, she deserved a good poke in the ribs for making me move. 

Elizabeth stepped over the side of the tub, and treated us, accidentally I have no doubt, to the briefest glimpse right between her legs. I knew that Emily and I could be very, very naughty there. Ah well….mustn’t fuck the ‘help’. 

I also noticed the tiniest tummy piercing I’d ever seen. Just two almost invisible little gold studs. Compared with some of the “Look at me! I’ve had my tummy pierced!” Types, this one was subtle…and very, very classy. Miss Brain wondered what an identical one on her clit would look like….Miss Brain can be a real teasing bitch! 

I wriggled into the seat next to Emily and delivered the required poke in the ribs as I sat down. Meanwhile, Elizabeth groped her way into the tub. I realised this was her first time in one, and so I told her the floor was sculpted into seats. She bent down and felt under the water. “Try the one directly opposite me.” Emily! Give it a rest!. Emily had also turned the tub right down to its lowest setting…and I knew bloody well why. 

Elizabeth sat dow and wriggled a little. “Hmm….it’s more comfortable than I expected. And a lot warmer too. What else does it do?” Cue Emily reaching for the controls. Soon the water was frothing nicely and then, as I knew she would, Elizabeth moved slightly, she had to. The water was bubbling right under her chin, and as she moved ‘my’ jet found its mark. I could tell from the way her eyes flew wide open and she took a sudden gulp of air. Her knees also clamped together. Strike one. 

We kept up a steam of non-sexual conversation, but I noticed Emily’s hand never left the control pad. At various settings the jets behave differently. At a certain setting they merely disgorge large volumes of water, but at others, the stream not only becomes more powerful, but more focused too. A slight movement of Emily’s fingers and I saw Elizabeth take another gasp, although this time, she didn’t clamp her knees together, quite the opposite, they slowly separated until both were under the water. 

Emily played with the controls and I knew exactly what Elizabeth was feeling, because I’d sat there myself, in front of that same jet, letting it play over my sex, tickling me, massaging me, and filling me, until it made me cum. Emily, I had no doubt whatsoever, was intent on making Elizabeth cum in our jacuzzi. We would, literally, be swimming in her cum. That thought made me shiver. 

I know from my own experience that when a girl cums in one of these things, especially if she's a squirter, her scent gets carried with the steam until the filters have processed the water. I even know what happens when a girl involuntarily pees in a jacuzzi….that scent too rises with the steam. It’s really sexy - if you like that sort of thing - which Emily and I most certainly do. 

Up, down, plateau, Emily played the controls like a concert pianist. We knew it was working, because Elizabeth kept falling over what she was saying mid-sentence. Now and then she would rise up in the seat and her boobs would break surface to show us two really erect nipples. Oh yes….something was happening down below. 

I felt Emily’s left hand reach between my legs under the foaming water. Elizabeth couldn’t see a thing so I figured what the hell. Ok, I admit, I’d love Elizabeth to watch Emily and me really go at it….I’ll even admit that I wouldn’t mind if she joined in. Hell, I’ll even confess to making regular trips to her room and having me some fun with her laundry hamper….but this is different to teasing her, or just ‘accidentally’ giving her a cheap thrill with jacuzzi jets. 

At one point, Elizabeth let her head flop back against the headrest and closed her eyes. I took the moment to bring both my hands above the surface and make an obscene gesture by forming a circle with my left hand thumb and forefinger, and poking it with my right hand index finger before pulling it out and sucking it, while gesturing toward Elizabeth, now lost in a world of her own. Then I put my hand under the water between Emily’s legs and found her hole.

I noticed a gentle swell in the water that wasn’t coming from the jets. Elizabeth was rocking her hips up and down. Glorious. No doubt she was getting to the point of no return. Since her eyes remained closed, Emily and I grabbed the chance of a quick snog. Emily is the best kisser I’ve ever known. She can bring me almost to the point of orgasm just by kissing me, and when she goes down on me, it’s indescribable! 

We were locked in our kiss, both our hands busy under the foaming water, when we heard a couple of little sounds from Elizabeth. Try as I might, I can’t quite find the words to describe them. They were sort of like a bird tweeting, mixed in with a few gasps…always intake breaths….looking at her red face, it was obvious she had cum in the water, which was just what Emily intended of course. The sounds didn’t fade…they went on for a good thirty seconds or more. 

And then the descent. At first there was a wave of pure feminine scent…pure girl cum….different from either of our own, yet still, in essence unmistakable. 

Emily and I knew we were bathing in Elizabeth’s cum. Interestingly, we didn’t masturbate each other to orgasm. Somehow, we wanted this to be her moment. 

When she opened her eyes, she knew what had happened…and she knew that we knew. “I guess it’s true what they say about these things. Sorry….I didn’t mean to take advantage like that. It just happened…it’s irresistible, isn’t it?” NOW the sex chat started…and it started freely and with no restrictions. Elizabeth even dropped her ‘nice girl’ guard and used dirty language. (Eventually) 

We talked about girls finding shower heads, swimming pool jets, and of course, hot tubs and jacuzzis. (Never been quite sure of the difference). Elizabeth told us there was obviously a whole new world to explore, and asked if we minded if she uses the hot tub from time to time….of course we don’t….any time….me casa, Su casa….and all that. 

As Emily and Elizabeth chattered, I reflected that a live in housekeeper, unless it’s in a huge place like my parents’ home, is eventually going to hear, and maybe see sexual activity. I don’t see how it can be avoided. Our so-called ‘cottage’ is actually an old farmhouse, and it isn’t by any description small, but there may be six bedrooms, but they’re close together, and there are only two floors. (We could convert the attic space, but a thatched roof attracts spiders and no way am I going through the roof hatch without either a flame thrower (not a good idea with a thatched roof) or a medium yield tactical nuclear device. 

When I emerged from my musings, Emily was listening intently to Elizabeth. She was also kicking my ankle to make me aware of not just what Elizabeth was saying, but how she was saying it. “When I make myself cum, I usually stop a few seconds after the orgasm hits, but this…well…it just kept massaging my cunt and I couldn’t stop cumming. I need one of these in my room!”

“Or a really good vibrator,” quipped Emily “Maybe one that thrusts as well as vibrates - oh, and one for your bum as well….nothing like a nice mental bum fuck for making a girl feel naughty.” 

The talk got progressively worse (or better - it depends on your point of view) from there with Elizabeth commenting several times that she thinks it’s time she got herself laid. Then right out of the left field, she started asking all kinds of questions about us…as a couple..and as girls who like girls. 

“Does it bother you having another girl in the house?”

“Do you fancy me?”

“Do either/both of your fantasise about me?”

“If I showed and interest…would you…”

Wow! Emily was brilliant. No, it doesn’t bother us having another girl in the house. We’ve talked about this, and we do what we do, if Elizabeth hears….or sees….well…that’s the way the cookie crumbles.

Do either of us fancy her? She is an attractive girl. Does she not find guys attractive…and more than one guy attractive? 

I fielded the fantasise about me question. “I’d be lying if I said no. You’re really pretty, we both like having sex with girls. I have, for example, masturbated imagining your scent.” 

“My scent?”

“Yes…the scent on your panties, for example. It’s how I discovered I’d love to have sex with another girl. I used to skip PE so I’d get left alone in the changing rooms and I would try other girls’ undies.”

“Try them on?”

“No…well…yes…sometimes…but I mean I would find the panties of a girl I found attractive, and then I’d smell her on them. (And since the language was already pretty ripe) I’d smell her cunt…and sometimes, suck and lick her from them too.”

Pause

“Would you like to do that with mine?”

“No. Yes. Well, look…it would be an intolerable intrusion to do something like that. It would make you feel awful if I, or we did something like that.” 

Another pause. 

“No…I get it. It’s kind of like when I fantasise about something or someone I shouldn’t. It’s…sexy….kinky….tell me more about it.”

(Oh fuck…wait for Miss Brain to take the speech controls over….but she must have been on a coffee break….fuck…never there when I need her.) “ok. Well….imagine this. There’s this guy you really like. He’s unattainable to you. So you masturbate thinking about him. The next day you see him. You know that last night, you had your hand between your legs and were thinking about him. Ok, well, now let’s say that you found a pair of his undies. They have his uniquely male scent to them. Would you take a quick inhale?” 

`Elizabeth admitted she would. “So, if you had a pair of my panties, you’d take them to bed and smell me and masturbate?”

“I don’t know. The thing is, I couldn’t say I wouldn’t want to.” (Yeah, I know…I already have) “The important thing here is how would you feel, knowing I’d smelled your cunt on your undies and had masturbated thinking about, oh, I don’t know…maybe kissing you, or fingering your, or maybe sucking you off. That’s the important question. How would you feel knowing one of us had done that..or would like to do that? You are living with lesbians, after all. What if you were living with a couple of sexy guys? Wouldn’t you be masturbating over them?”

That caused the longest pause yet.

“Yes. I understand. And, you know what, i’m ok with it. In fact, I think I’m kind of flattered.”

She looked down into the water, still bubbling and foaming between her legs which, I noticed, we’re still spread wide apart. 

“It’s cool with me. If you want to….well….you know. I’m out during the day at least once, sometimes more often. You know where my room is, and my hamper is easy enough to find. Just….put them back when you’re done.”

Emily turned the jets up a bit higher and Elizabeth seemed to push herself forward towards it. As she did, Emily found the ‘pulse’ control and nudged it off its stop. That forced an audible “Ohh” from her. Again her head went back and her eyes closed. For the briefest second, I debated running my hand up the inside of her left leg which I could feel against mine. Instead, I got up and sat right next to her. I couldn’t feel much from the direct jet myself, but she clearly did. As I settled next to her, she lifted both arms from the water and put them on the sides of the tub. That meant one arm around my shoulders. The slightest turn towards her and our boobs would touch. I risked it. The moment my skin touched her, she moaned. A really contented, “yeaaah “ kind of moan. The moan you give when you settle into your favourite chair in front of the fire with a good glass of wine in your hand. And speaking of hands…

I risked bringing my left had around and gently, imperceptibly at first, cupping her boob. Maybe it’s just the girls I’ve encountered over the years, but girls don’t seem to mind having their boobs held by other girls, whether in a jokey kind of way, or in a pseudo-sexual way. Anyway, I just held the firm mound in my hand (and suppressed the sting of jealousy that it’s bigger than mine and perfectly shaped.) and just left my thumb graze the nipple. 

Elizabeth began to move her hips. This time I could feel the muscles of her bum flexing as she rose and fell in her seat. I knew what I so desperately wanted to do, but timing would be everything. I waited until the hip movements seemed to be almost out of control, then quickly swapped my left hand for my right on ther boob, while plunging under the water with my left. I didn’t try to finger her….I knew what I wanted to do. I just grabbed the very top of her left leg…as high as I could…almost labia high. And I pulled. A lot of girls like the ‘legs being forced open’ feeling and, well, maybe I’m taking too much credit….but she came the second I grabbed her. 

After that….well..it was quite amusing really. Elizabeth knew damn well Emily and I had unfinished business, and that we needed our privacy. She didn’t leave immediately, but when she did, Emily and I suppressed the giggles as she took two steps and then looked down awkwardly as water ran out of her vagina. (Hehehehe). She scooped up her clothes and went into the changing room. There is always a stock of towels there, and there’s always the sauna if she feels like that. 

Emily and I flew at each other. She sat on the edge while I licked her and made her squirt into my mouth. In return, Emily bent me forward over the hot tub edge, and knelt behind me. First she tongued my bum hole to perfection, fingered me for a few moments, before standing behind me, reaching around to my clit and expertly rubbing my while easing two fingers deep into my bum hole. I knew, and Miss Brain knew, that these fingers had been deep inside Emily’s cunt before worming their way inside me. My cum was every bit as powerful as Emily’s. 

I’ve noticed her language is getting more and more varied. Sometimes, Emily adopts my word ‘boobs’ but still uses ‘titties’ most of the time…”Suck my titties….bite my titties.” Other times she varies from a very formal vagina, to ‘hole’ to what she used to consider the dirtiest word of ‘cunt’, but now sometimes she asks me to “finger my twat…suck my twat…” she’s even tried the more archaic word of ‘quim’. I’m not sure about this as a sexy/dirty word myself, but there are times….there have been times…when, for example she’s role and age playing a schoolgirl and tells me “no-one has ever touched my quim before” and it makes me flood myself. I guess variety is the spice of life. 

Oh,, one last thing. Elizabeth has a nickname. She’s asked us to try to call her by a contracted form of her middle name which is “Danielle”. She prefers ‘Dani’. “At home, I’m only Elizabeth when I’m in trouble”. I don’t know…I tend to stick to names I know, and name changes don’t work well for me. I’ll try, but no promises. 

Elizabeth…sorry…Dani is out tomorrow morning, and Emily and I are both home. Maybe we’ll go on a good old fashioned panty raid.