How I won a competition for who could cum first in a jacuzzi hot tub. This story is the third of three stories involving one very satisfying afternoon with Ian.
Giving and receiving oral sex was a brand new experience for me. I felt very close to Ian and didn’t want him to leave my parents’ house. “I did promise you homemade cookies,” I said. We got up, still naked, and I tied aprons on both of us. His erection tented out his apron in a hilarious manner. His naked ass looked cute exposed in the back and framed by the apron. He gave a little pat on my tight cute ass as well. I had the cookie dough already made, and it didn’t take long to bake. We ate the warm and gooey chocolate chip cookies in the most jokingly erotic way possible, licking our lips suggestively and moaning sexually with every bite.
My parents, who were traveling out of town, had recently installed an in-ground jacuzzi hot tub on our screened back porch. It was there more as a treatment for their arthritis and back pain than anything else. High fences around our property gave us privacy. I said, “Hey, Ian, let’s soak in the jacuzzi. It feels amazing. Absolutely no clothing allowed.” I removed our aprons, and led him by the hand. I opened the sliding glass door, and we walked up to and stepped into the hot tub. The water was warm, and I turned the knob to get the water jets going.
After my body had such a sexual workout, the warm, bubbly water of the jacuzzi felt perfect. Being naked made the feeling even better. I had discovered a delightful feature of the water jets. If I positioned my body in the right way, water jets would pulse against my pussy. It was a quick trip to a powerful orgasm.
I turned around in the jacuzzi and with Ian right next to me, put my pussy near the closest water jet. Ian looked confused, “What are you up to, Lindsey?” “Getting myself off, silly,” I said, “You should try it yourself.” Ian positioned himself on his nearest jet and said, “Okay, I see how this works.” We moved around our hips around the jets of water to get the most intense sensation.
“Let’s have a race,” I suggested, “Whoever cums first using only the jets wins. No hands. If I win, my tits get sucked by you.” What if I win?” Ian asked. I replied laughing, “You get to suck my tits.” Beyond the prize, I knew that I had every advantage in this competition. Women can have multiple orgasms much more easily than men. While masturbating, I can ride the ups and downs of the orgasm rollercoaster several times in a row. I also had masturbated once before in the jacuzzi, and knew what could get me off. My pussy had a bit of head start over Ian’s dick. Also, I knew that my tits were going to be pleasured one way or the other. That anticipation got me even more aroused.
I kept my sexual sounds to myself so that I wouldn’t get Ian turned on any more than necessary. I was in it to win it. I had learned from a few years of experience how to be almost silent when masturbating. The intensity of the jet on my pussy and especially my clit was building up nicely. Before I had the fabric of the swimming suit dulling the power of the jets. Now the pulsing water felt even stronger against my bare and hairless pussy. I could sense the familiar feeling building up in my crotch. I announced, “Oh fuck, I’m getting close. Here it comes. One, two, three, OH YEAH.” My orgasm wasn’t nearly as intense as before but still awesome. Then I sat back down and said, “Sweet victory is mine.”
“How do I know that you didn’t fake it?” asked Ian, “Guys can’t fake it like girls can.” Ian’s comment offended me. I am fundamentally honest. I may try to break a few minor rules now and again, but I don’t lie. I got up out of the hot tub, picked up a towel, dried off, put the towel next to the hot tub, and sat down in front of Ian. I then spread my legs wide right before his face and separated my labia with my fingers. “You know as much as any human alive what my pussy looks like after it has cum. Look at it and know that I don’t fake my orgasms.” I stared straight into his brown eyes, as he stared at my pussy and continued moving slightly up and down on the water jet. I started contracting and releasing my pelvic floor so that my pussy moved up and down, still with my fingers spreading out my glistening sex. “Holy shit, Lindsey, that did it. Now I’m gonna cum. He contorted his face and exhaled. We both looked down in the water to see his dick pulsing stream after stream of cum in the hot tub. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll clean out the filter tomorrow.”
When he finished, he saw the clock on the wall, and said, “Shit, I told my dad that I would help with his project tonight. I’m already late. He’s gonna be so pissed.” Ian did rush in drying off, getting dressed, and picking up his things. But he was polite, apologizing again and again as he left the house. I could hear his sports car rev up and burn rubber as it peeled down our street.
I was still standing naked in the living room. It took me a little while to realize that Ian never gave me my victory prize. I looked down to my chest and said out loud, “Well, pretty ladies, you will need to wait a little while longer to be properly sucked.” However, I couldn’t say that any other lover had treated me as gloriously as Ian did that afternoon. I felt thoroughly pleasured.
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