My Lovely Hot Tub

Lying there, with the hot water up to my neck and my bum nestled on one of the seats, life, I thought, couldn’t get much better than this. 

Well, of course it could! I sit up, reach behind myself and in lip my bikini top. I remembered the very first time I did  this. I was 14, and at that stage when everything seems the ultimate in daring! Feeling the action of the water on my tiny little buds was so exhilarating, as was the fact that my boobs were right there, out in the open. I remembered daring myself to stand up topless. Oh, given the way properties are built here, there was little to now chance anyone would have seen me, but even so. I remembered standing, my heart racing at the thrill of it all.

But just having my top off isn’t enough for me today....and so I wriggle out of my bottom half as well. Another memory stirs.....I’m still 14, and in fact it’s the same summer when I first went naked in here. I also stood up that day, feeling my whole body tingle with pleasure at the mere thought (hope?) that someone would see me. Better still, that someone would look at my pubescent body and masturbate. Even then I knew my body had power! 

But it was to be another whole year before I did what I’m doing right now. I admit, it’s not that comfortable in terms of sitting, because to get the effect I need, I have to be between two seats, and the ridge I’m perched on is uncomfortable, but what’s happening between my legs most certainly is not. 

My legs are splayed outwards and my favourite hot tub jet is doing two things for me. Number one, I have positioned myself so that the top of the jet is just gently nudging away at my clit while the main force of the jet is filling my vagina up! 

The first time I did this, I was convinced that this was half being fucked felt. I could feel my vagina being.....pummelled? And Miss Brain provided the image of a thick, veiny cock up me. I came in seconds that day.

But not today. Today, I have learned to ride my lovely jet, to move my hips, to give myself less or more. 

And I learned the program that switches on another set of jets....one of which touches my bum hole if I balance on my elbows and pull my bum cheeks apart. 

I’m close.....I will myself to let my bum hole relax. It might be imagination, but I think I feel hot water being pushed up my arse. 

Miss Brain gives me one image. “He’s cumming up your bum.” Yes, I am definitely getting filled in both, and here....it...cummmmss.....

An orgasm of truly epic proportions as raced through me. I am so loose down below, the water seems to be still filling me up even as I cum.

I ride my jets, knowing I could keep this going for as long as I wish. Eventually, my tummy muscles ache and I move off the jets, and allow myself to come down slowly. 

My pulse rate drops and my breathing returns to normal. There is one more thing I will need to do....something as naughty as what I have just done....maybe moreso.

I get up, not caring about my nakedness, and walk to the small archway leading to the flower garden. I pick myself a spot and squat down. I give a gentle, internal squeeze and I feel warm water gush from my vagina. Another two squeezes and I’m done...well, almost. Now I have to push as if I’m taking a dump. Lukewarm water jets from me. It feels deliciously naughty to be doing this, and my clit pulses briefly. I’ve heard of girls enjoying enemas, and maybe one day......maybe one day. 

I stand up, walk calmly back to the hot tub and retrieve my bikini. I don’t bother putting it on, it’s cold, anyway. Instead I go into the pool house and take a long, thick robe and wrap myself in it. 

The walk back to the house brings its own pleasures of the last drips of water running from my vagina down my legs.