The wife and I had a helluva a spat, so I took off to the pool area at our apartment complex to cool off. I knew that if we spent a little bit of time apart, one or the two of us would eventually come to our senses and apologize- which means I was usually the first one to admit my part in the argument. Even if I was right, I knew better than to push the issue. It was always easier to just apologize. Last night was no exception, except I think I got my just rewards without even feeling the least bit guilty.

As I sat fuming in a lounge chair not far from the hot tub, off in a corner of the pool area, I heard the all too familiar clanging of the pool gate as it shut. I looked over and saw a very shapely young lady entering he pool area and making her way to the hot tub.

I watched as she dipped a toe into the hot water, as the steam rose silently into the cool crisp air. She quietly slipped out of her sandals, and then slipped out of her shorts. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on top of her shorts on the pool deck next to the hot tub. I watched as she slipped silently into the hot tub, momentarily obscured by the steam cloud. I watched her standing in the middle of the hot tub, just looking skyward into the night.

Curious, I walked over towards the hot tub. She saw me approaching, but didn’t say anything. She was probably hoping I would pass by, but when it became apparent that I was going to pass by, she said “Hey!”

“Hey,” I replied back. “Can I join you?”

She smiled and said, “Sure.”

I kicked off my penny loafers and took up a seat beside the hot tub, slipping my legs into the swirling water.

“Becky,” she announced, extending her hand in my direction.

“Shawn,” I instinctually replied, lightly squeezing her hand, while taking note of her statuesque beauty.

“Get in,” she quickly shot back.

“I don’t think I’m properly attired for the hot tub,” I replied.

“It’s your call,” she replied, “I don’t see any kids around here, so just slip off your shorts and I’ll promise to not peek.”

I chuckled.

“I’m serious,” she replied, turning her back to me.

I didn’t have to think very long about her suggestion. I quickly slipped out of my Bermuda shorts and my polo shirt and into the hot swirling water. I submerged myself up to my neck as she turned and faced me.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked, taking up a seat across from me. Her toes floated to the surface, just in front of me.

“Yes it does,” I replied. Water beads formed on hr brow as the steam rose between us.

“So what do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a gigalo,” I jokingly replied.

“Yeah, right,” she laughed in response.

“I am an engineer, a safety engineer,” I replied.

“Oh cool,” she replied. “So I guess you can tell me who and what is safe around here?”

“Not really,” I replied, “I safety engineer processes, not people.”

She stayed quiet for a second, thinking about my answer, no doubt. The water was extremely warm as it swirled around my chin, so I sat up until I felt a bit more comfortable. My hot tub mate, stood up and stepped to the center of the hot tub, the water swirling just below her bikini top, which was probably about two sizes two small and barely contained her luscious breasts. Her nipples were strong and pressed against the wet fabric.

I couldn’t help becoming fixated. She looked down and then attempted to readjust her top.

“You might as well give up,” I said, “there’s no hiding the obvious.”

She glanced up at me and said, “You know? You’re right.”

She reached behind her back and the next thing I know, her top is floating in the water and she is pinching her nipples.

“Sometimes, I just don’t know how to handle it,” she said, settling back down on to the seat across from me.

“I’m not complaining,” I replied.

The water continued to swirl as our conversation seemed to slow.

“So are you married?” she asked.

I had to admit I was married. I am not one to lie, not usually.

“Oh,” she replied, “I’m sorry if I am causing a problem for you.”

“No, problem,” I replied. “It’s a good marriage, but it has its moments.”

Her toes floated back to the surface right in front of me. She leaned her head back on the side of the tub and looked towards the night sky in silence. I reached out and grasped one of her ankles and gently massaged her foot.

“That feel so good,” she replied after a moment.

She slipped her other foot back to the surface and I repeated the same thing for her other foot, only working my hands up to her firm calf. She inched lower into the swirling water as I pulled her leg in my direction.

“Don’t drown,” I instructed as the swirling water lapped at her chin. Then, suddenly and without any warning the swirling water slowed and stopped.

Who knew there was a timer?

Without saying a word, my tub mate slipped out of the hot tub and over to where there was a timer switch mounted in the fence.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty nine,” she replied.

“Married?” I pressed.

“Divorced,” she replied, as the water swirled around us.

“No boyfriend?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.

“Would you like a neck rub?” I asked.

“Sure,” she quickly replied.

“You’ll have to sit here,” I replied, pulling her over towards myself and repositioning her on to lap, as I spread my legs out. I dug my fingers into her shoulders as she lowered her head. I worked my thumbs deep into the muscles of her neck. At the same time, my cock was steadily growing.

“That feel soooo good,” she whispered.

“What feels do good?” I asked.

“What you’re doing,” she replied. “Don’t stop.”

I slipped my hands down each of her arms and wrapped arms around her, tightly squeezing her in a bear hug.

“Oh, you are soooo good,” she breathlessly replied, as I slipped my hands down her sides and gently massaged her hips, slowly repositioning her on my lap.

“I think someone’s getting a bit excited,” she whispered as the obvious became more apparent.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

“I’m not,” she replied, slipping her hands under my outstretched legs and pulling them upwards. She leaned back against me, pressing herself against me, the water again swirling just below her breasts, on top of which her nipples stood out, begging to be teased.

“This is dangerous,” I whispered.

“What’s life,” she asked, “without a little danger and fun?”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, thrusting my tongue deep into her open and inviting mouth. I slipped my hands over her exposed breasts and gently massaged them as we kissed. Her hands found their way to my crotch, slipping past the elastic of my underwear which by now barely contained my huge erection.

She gripped my cock with one hand and cupped my balls with her other. I slipped out of my underwear and pulled myself up on to the side of the hot tub, my erection arching upwards, as she turned and repositioned herself between my legs, spying my manhood. She silently leaned forward and took my cock into her hand, rubbing it and licking the tip end of it. I pulled her beautiful long brown hair back to help facilitate things. She slipped my cock into her mouth and I thought for sure I was going to explode right then and there, but she had a way of making me wait.

I couldn’t hold back. I shot my load. Embarrassingly, straight into her mouth. To her credit, she didn’t miss a drop and was more than willing to take everything I had into her mouth, sucking me dry. I couldn’t believe it. Not even my wife could or would do what she was had accomplished.

She looked up at me and smiled.

“You taste so good,” she said, stepping back into the hot tub, as I slipped back into the hot swirling water.

She smiled as she retook her seat across from me. She drew her legs up close to herself. I watched as she slipped out of her bikini bottoms and they floated to the top of the foamy swirls between us.

There was no way I could take her own, having just busted a nut. I apologized.

“That’s OK,” she replied, stepping past her bikini bottom and over to where I sat. She slipped her knees on either side of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. She then stood up, the water cascading from her shapely body, her shaved kitty right in my face.

She looked down at me.

“This,” she said, slipping a lone finger into her pussy, “this can’t be tamed, but you’re more than welcome to try.”

I closed my eyes and shook my head in disbelief. Then, as quickly as she had appeared, she stepped over my head and out of the hot tub. She grabbed a towel from her tote bag sitting beside the hot tub. I watched as she wrapped herself in the towel. She quickly grabbed her clothes and shoved them into the tote bag. I grabbed her bikini bottoms from that were still floating in the foamy brine of the hot tub and extended my hand in her direction. She took them and smiled.

“I come out here every night, when I can. Just look for me,” she said.

I said that I would.

Then, she turned and I watched as she walked out of the pool area, leaving me naked and alone in the hot tub. I got out and slipped back into my clothes, my head still swiveling from what had just happened.

I slipped back to the apartment. The wife was asleep. I slipped out of my damp clothes and quickly toweled off. I slipped under the covers and apologized for being an ass. My lovely wife grabbed my half hard dick.

“You owe me,” she pressed. I paid my debt, but couldn’t get my mind off, from what had just transpired only a few moments earlier. I am hoping for a new argument tomorrow evening.