The Hot Tub Experience

A short story about how simple curiosity and then desire become an experience which leaves memories forever.

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I was gasping open mouthed, eyes closed and suddenly trying to get hold of the slippery surround of the hot tub while I shuddered to the most amazing orgasm.

However the bubbles were not only making me cum but were forcing me upwards out of the moulded seat underwater. I took a mouthful and spluttered, suddenly choking but eventually regaining my composure. I was mumbling "Fuck!" to myself and pulling myself back into a sitting position.

It was only my second time in a hot tub and being alone I was enjoying all the sensations and relaxations of something quite new to me. Unashamedly I found myself adjusting again to the jet that was underneath me and I'd willingly allowed to bring me off. It felt so different to anything else I'd used, even a man!

"Jesus Beth you mustn't," I muttered to myself, fighting the buoyancy again, I tried to hold my body in place and spread my knees apart. In disbelief it didn't take long to ride the crest of another orgasm. This time I heard myself let out a cry of pleasure and in a panic I pressed the button to cancel the bubbles altogether.

"Fuck!" I muttered again, wondering if Mr Paterson next door was at home and listening out in his garden.

I sank back down, my chin at the now calm water surface, my pussy tingling so much that I pressed my finger tips against my bikini fabric and felt how sensitive my clit was.

It was my neighbour Sarah's birthday and her husband John had taken her away for the night as a special treat. They'd told me I could use the hot tub and had instructed me as to how the controls worked.

It was new to them, only the week before I'd watched it being 'craned in' over the rooftops to excited but apprehensive looks from all of us. When they'd offered me its use I wasn't sure but as the day turned out to be warm and sunny I decided to take advantage of it alone.

Now I was glad that I had. The afternoon sun was an added bonus and the fact that I'd done what I'd done felt like an adventure, I hadn't masturbated for days, in fact the lack of sex was constantly at the back of my mind and I wondered if I should go back on tinder despite my last disastrous venture into online dating.

The calm of the still water, the sun, and the contemplation felt like I was having time to think without life getting in the way.

I was daydreaming and wondered if I dare get out and fetch a bottle of wine from my kitchen next door. I had thought about bringing one with me but didn't think I'd stay that long.

"Sod it," I decided that I should and hauled myself out of the tub in an ungainly fashion, I was glad I was alone. When I picked up my towel, rubbed the water droplets from my face and shoulders I realised I wasn't.

I froze.

"Hi Mrs Morgan, I hope I didn't scare you?"

"Fuck!" I said it out loud and as a direct response to Henry, John and Sarah's son who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

"Jesus Henry, you did scare the hell out of me!"

I wrapped the towel more closely around me covering my upper body, aware that my nipples were prominently displayed under the thin fabric of my bikini.

"I'm really sorry, I was expecting mum and dad to be here. I heard about the tub being delivered last week and wanted to surprise mum on her birthday and see it at the same time."

I tried to seem relaxed, "They've gone away for the night, your dad's birthday treat, Suffolk I think, they said I could use it while they weren't here."

Henry smiled and stepped out on the patio.

"Don't let me stop you, a friend was coming home from uni for the weekend so I grabbed a lift. You carry on, tell you what, I'll get two beers and I'll join you!"

Before I had a chance to say I'd go back home Henry had turned and disappeared inside. I was left still dripping wet and wondering what to do. How he was so fast in getting into swim shorts and opening two bottles of lager I do not know.

Handing me one of the bottles he took a swig from his.

I'd known Henry for a few years since the Wilson's had moved in, in fact I'd helped him with his 'A level' maths revision. Even then he was a young and handsome teenager, now at nineteen he was pretty much a man.

It was that realisation that made me nervous. Semi undressed, on my own in the company of my neighbour's son.

"Look I don't think I should really be staying... you're here now, you want to use the hot tub... I'll go and get dried off."

"Don't be daft," he replied immediately, "I don't mind sharing if you don't, I expect you've been enjoying it, why stop, the suns out, you've not got to be anywhere have you?"

It was a question that I didn't answer straight away because something else made me shiver inside. How long had Henry been in the house, how long had he been watching, had he seen me getting myself off? Oh god... I really couldn't handle it.

Eventually I said, "I'll stop and have this beer, you go in and I'll just watch."

He grinned and put the beer bottle down on the patio table. I watched him, lithe and fit as hell, climb over the side and splash into the water. He stood up, studying the control panel.

"Come and tell me how this works Mrs Morgan," he shouted.

I got up still clutching my towel around me and walked over.

"For goodness sake just call me Beth will you, we've known each other long enough."

He laughed, "Okay Beth, show me how, you always were a good teacher."

Somehow that made me tingle inside as well and the immediate closeness of his wet body seemed to add to it. I told myself not to be so damned stupid.

It didn't take much to see how it all worked and he tried again to get me to get in the tub with him.

"Come on, don't be shy, it's such fun, I've been in lots of jacuzzis with mum and dad on holidays."

Strangely he grabbed my hand.

"I'm not letting you go... you must... it's a lovely evening."

It was and I glanced at his wet body again.

"Okay, but only for a little while, I don't think your mum would approve of you dragging me in there."

"Dad would!" he muttered and then regretted the slightly sexist remark.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that... anyway I won't tell them."

Then it felt naughty, or at least not perhaps the thing that a forty four year old divorcee should be doing with a nineteen year old neighbour.

I had to say something.

"Just don't tell them, if they get a hint of it both of us will be... well I just don't know, but it would definitely end in tears!"

I let my towel drop off my shoulders and tossed it over the back of a chair. How you clamber into a hot tub delicately I'm not sure but Henry seemed to pull me over the side.

"Hold on!" I objected as I stumbled in, somehow grabbing his shoulders as I took another mouthful of water.

I quickly let go and stood upright facing him. His knee length swim shorts clung to the outline of his hips and lower body, I definitely could see the shape of his cock and I quickly backed away coughing and sat down in the gently bubbling water.

"You sit over there, I'll stay here!" I said, thinking I'd set some ground rules.

Henry was next to the controls and asked what I wanted.

"Just keep it gentle otherwise I can't seem to stop myself floating," I instructed.

At first that's what we got, but Henry was a tease and wound it up to almost full speed, if that's the right word.

"Stop it Henry, you promised," I protested, gripping the sides and remembering this was how I'd cum earlier.

He chuckled, ignoring me.

"It's invigorating isn't it," he was holding eye contact and I knew he was beginning to flirt a little. It was then that I thought the worst about earlier, had he watched me enjoying myself?

It was all I could do to stay sitting and when he pushed himself across and sat beside me I was both flustered and in danger of swallowing even more water.

"I told you to stay over there!" I said it quickly and endeavouring to remain upright lost grip and began to be turned sideways.

Henry laughed loudly and grabbed me, holding me back upright but gripping one hand on my shoulder and the other hand 'accidentally' cupping my breast.

"Turn it off...turn it down!" I shouted as he let go and I regained a grip on the sides.

He knew what he'd done and went and turned it back down to a low bubbling. He was standing up again and I could clearly see his cock was semi hard. I looked away quickly but I knew he'd seen me looking.

"Sorry.... Sorreeeee!" he said while having the sort of face a kid has when he's pleading forgiveness, but instead of stopping there he went on.

"You know Mrs Morgan... Beth I mean... I've always..." he stuttered, "I've always had a thing for you... since you helped me with my maths."

His face was red, and I felt myself becoming hot too.

"Stop there Henry... think about what you're saying."

I knew I shouldn't have got into the hot tub in the first place and now I was faced with explaining to a semi naked young man why he shouldn't have urges about me.

"Sit down, I think you need to cool down."

I glanced again at his shorts that were being so explicit.

"Not here, over there!"

Like a scolded kid he did obey and I wondered what to say next.

"I think I ought to go before you say anything more, but I do have an idea how you feel, it's part of growing up," I tried not to chuckle, "a young man's fantasy I suppose."

His face relaxed but looked sad, he'd confessed and I'd accepted his confession. I wasn't ready for the next thing.

"I watched you earlier... I know I shouldn't have..."

As soon as he'd said it my heart almost stopped and I heard myself muttering, "Oh god!"

"I'm sorry Beth."

The use of my name and the tone of his soft voice suddenly sounded so intimate.

"Oh god Henry... I'm so embarrassed now... Jesus I think I'm going to crawl under a stone....!"

The words just came out and for some reason I was thankful when Henry said, "Please don't be embarrassed, we all do it... don't we? I do it almost every day!"

I looked across trying to gather my thoughts which were then thrown into greater confusion when he added, "mostly thinking about you."

"STOP!... Stop it Henry!... god this is so bad... I'm going to go.. for god's sake don't tell your parents about this conversation, in fact we were never in this hot tub together at all!"

I lifted myself up and struggled to get over the side, then as I stood up on the patio Henry leapt out and stood beside me, his erection very obvious now.

I grabbed my towel and draped it over my shoulders trying not to look at Henry at all.

"I'm going Henry, just have a think about what I've said, I'm forty four, you're nineteen...think about it but not too much."

Leaving him looking so downcast and muttering 'sorry' several times I crept out round the side gate and back home.

"Christ..." I muttered as I went upstairs, stripping off my bikini and putting on my towelling bathrobe. I tied my damp hair into a ponytail and went back downstairs into the kitchen to open a bottle of Malbec, taking two big gulps from my largest glass.

I was only getting my breath back and my heart rate normal when I looked up at the tap tap on the kitchen window.

Somehow I knew. There was Henry's face looking expectant but with a somewhat pleading expression. At least he was dressed. I stood up and shouted through the glass, "What do you want Henry?"

"I want to apologise properly...please!"

And then I made the fatal mistake, quite forgetting how I was dressed. I opened the kitchen door and let him in.

"Look Henry, you've said sorry, I've sort of apologised too, I've said all I want to say, you need to go home and reflect."

Henry had thrown on some shorts and a t-shirt with some crocs on his feet. Standing there with wet slicked back hair he briefly reminded me of a guy I'd met on holiday before I was married.

He glanced at my glass of wine and then I made mistake number two.

"Look sit down, I'll pour you one small glass of wine and then you must go!"

"Okay, I promise," he muttered with a sigh of relief.

I got a smaller wineglass and poured him some wine, attempting to change the subject I asked, "Now tell me about uni."

It was while he sat there on the breakfast bar stool that I realised I was not appropriately dressed. I was actually naked beneath the white bathrobe. As soon as that flashed into my head it made me start to tingle.

"Fuck," I thought, this is not right, and I knew Henry must be thinking something similar.

I tried to listen intently, feeling my nakedness and vulnerability under my bathrobe, he went on describing some of the stuff he'd been doing at uni and I was leaning back against the sink across the kitchen from him, keeping a safe distance. I finished my wine quickly and watched Henry swallow his waiting for him to put the glass down and go.

"Well Henry, you promised you'd have the one glass," I smiled expecting him to get up and leave by the kitchen door but instead he picked up the bottle and filled his glass again, holding it up towards me as if to raise a toast.

"Now c'mon, stop being a brat and go back home, you can even take the rest of the bottle with you."

He was grinning and so I decided to just go upstairs and get some clothes on.

"If you're gonna be a knob I'm going to get dressed, I'm hardly... well... dressed appropriately."

"It brought an even broader grin, "Are you naked under there?"

I ignored the question completely and made my way to the hallway and up the stairs.

"Just drink your drink, I'll only be five minutes," I shouted back.

And then it all started to go badly wrong. As I got to my bedroom door stepping inside I began sorting some jeans and a t-shirt from the wardrobe. Henry must have been extremely quiet because I caught a flash of him in the mirrored door and there he was in the doorway to my bedroom.

"Fuck Henry, now this has gone too far. Go back downstairs and let me get dressed!"

He could see that I was startled and very defensive, indeed slightly scared. I couldn't believe that the boy I'd tutored was being so bold. My heart was racing and I truly didn't know what to do.

He didn't say anything at first but instead of standing in the doorway he began to walk slowly towards me. Not only was my heart in overdrive the adrenalin rush was coursing through me.

"Stop Henry... please don't do anything silly, I know you care, you've told me but this isn't the way to get my attention."

It all sounded rather stupid the way I put it but I wasn't thinking straight and I should have been more forceful when he took hold of my upper arms.

"You're so beautiful Beth."

That was a rather simplistic, boyish compliment that perhaps was the only way he thought I could appreciate him and react.

"Yes maybe I am, maybe I was, but you shouldn't be here in my bedroom saying stuff like that."

I was struggling, I was trying to reason with him so when he took one of his hands away and ran his fingertips down my cheek and under my chin I shivered visibly. Totally the wrong signal and totally the wrong reaction from my body. Perversely I felt my nipples harden under the bathrobe.

Then almost in slow motion his hand moved downwards and tugged the tie around my waist. Before I could grab his wrist the bathrobe fell open. It didn't reveal my breasts but it did show my thin strip of pubic hair above my pussy.

Henry was looking down and for a split second I was frozen to the spot. Quickly I pushed his hands away and clutched the bathrobe back together.

"That's it Henry!... STOP!... before this goes too far. Go back downstairs, I won't say anything to your parents, we can both forget this has happened!"

Henry wasn't listening, his eyes were boring into me and he took hold of me once again, this time trying to kiss me. I avoided his mouth but his face pushed into my neck and he began to kiss the soft flesh just by my shoulder.

I felt for the first time how strong he was, after all he was a man now, bodily perhaps, but not in other ways. He held me right up against him, his mouth, his lips kissing me all the way up behind my ear.

"Please stop Henry, please," I was trying to reason, "there's still time to stop."

I was struggling less but still trying to push him away, however in all of what was going on my bathrobe had slipped open once more.

"Henry, let go," I decided another tack, "you're hurting me, let go."

He did loosen his grip but only slightly and when he held me away from his body and his head dipped downwards his mouth found one of my nipples, it was all getting very, very real.

"Henry! Jesus! You must stop!" I cried out loud and I began to really panic and resist.

He stopped, he stood up, the bathrobe completely open and he pulled me back up against him.

I was breathing quite quickly, "let me go, please..."

It was then I felt the hardness of his erection pressing into my tummy. He was a good six inches taller than me and I hadn't had that feeling of a man's desire for a long time.

I tried to pull my hips back from him but he was holding me too tightly and to my total shame I felt my pussy beginning to melt. Now it was frightening me and exciting me in equal measure. Utter confusion reigned in my head and all my moral values seemed to drain away.

"Henry, I know you want me, I can feel you, but you must control it...please!"

There was yet another moment of madness when I let him kiss me properly, on the lips and for several seconds. I pulled away and looked at the fire in his eyes. I think we were both shocked by the kiss and in that moment I forgot everything and I kissed him back.

Our mouths were hungry, our tongues fought for dominance, I threw my arms around his neck and my bathrobe billowed open allowing his hands inside and around me. I was gone.

He wanted to touch me everywhere, down my spine, around my bottom, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples and finally stroking his fingertips into my wetness and I was indeed wet.

He heard me gasp when his fingers slid across my clit. It had already grown and I had a brief moment of wondering how he knew what to do. I whimpered and then I almost came to my senses as I felt him undoing his shorts, fumbling between us. I still clung to him, not letting him go until he pushed me backwards towards the bed and fell on me like a hungry wolf.

No foreplay, I was totally aroused already and when he entered me I wrapped my legs around his thighs and was almost lifting him up as I went further and wrapped them around his waist.

"Oh god Henry....FUCK THIS IS SO WRONG!" I shouted it before I dug my fingernails into his back urging him on.

My bed hadn't had seen such action for several months and we used every inch of it. Animalistic, primal, I came twice very quickly. We were both covered in perspiration when I knew he couldn't hold back anymore.

He grunted, I groaned, and I felt him jerk and go on jerking deep inside me. Slowly as he finished I felt that warm feeling and him shrinking away inside me. He'd collapsed full weight onto me and I pushed him to one side feeling the dribbles of spunk smearing over my thigh.

"Oh fuck what have we done!" I muttered to myself and the guilt suddenly washed over me. "Jesus... Henry this wasn't supposed to happen... you mustn't say a thing to anyone, don't let it out even to your mates. Your mum would kill me."

He rolled back towards me and gently put his mouth to my nipple and kissed it. Looking up he grinned, "Better than maths revision!"

I punched him on the shoulder and shouted, "Fuck you!"

He made some smart ass comment and I punched him again. He was laughing and he got up from the bed showing me his flaccid cock still dribbling.

I was aware of his spunk oozing from my pussy and the bed was a mess. I lifted myself onto my elbows and suddenly became sensible again.