HOT TUB HEAVEN

HOT TUB HEAVEN

I walked into the spa area of the Astoria Holiday Inn, hoping to find it

vacant as it often is. No such luck tonight. A trio of splashing,

shouting kids in the pool met my eyes. And, worse, here were their

parents taking up space in the hot tub. All I wanted to do was to sit

my tired ass in the steaming water and let it soak my aching bones. At

52, I have noticed increasing problems with aches and pains in them

bones.

The spa here is roughly a triangle shape with the narrow end holding the

3 steps down into the water and maybe 10 feet along each side to the

back which is about 7 feet wide. The best jets are along the back on

the right side. Of course, that became my favorite spot. The back left

side has OK jets too but putting my feet up on the right side bench

allows those side jets to massage my calves just right.

So, here are these folks sitting right in the middle of the back. There

was maybe enough room for 1 more on either side of them but it would be

tight and intrusive. Both had their eyes closed, enjoying the steaming

bubbling water. She was on his right and I noticed a pretty face, blond

hair, delicate features and graceful long neck. Her hair was tied up in

a bun on top of her head to keep it out of the chlorine. He had a

handsome chubby face and neatly trimmed beard but was almost bald on

top. Maybe in his late 30’s or even 40, I thought.

“Hi, mind if I join you? Looks wonderful with the bubbles and steam,” I

said, using the universal hot-tub greeting from some stranger who is

about to invade your space.

Both opened their eyes briefly, then he replied, “Sure. Come ahead.”

[Little did I know that a double entendre was involved].

I waded in and eased into the water, sitting half-way down the right

side. I didn’t want to crowd them but I was pissed that I couldn’t get

to my favorite spot. I closed my eyes and leaned back to enjoy the

water, keeping my eyelids almost shut so I could watch them. I have

real trouble trying to guess the age of a woman. Easy to tell the late

teens to maybe mid-twenties. Also easy once their hair started to turn

and their tits began sagging.

But, in between, not so easy for me.Looking at the kids in the pool, I

could make some deductions. The oldest was a girl with a bikini. She

filled it out great in the ass department but was still a bit small on

top. Maybe 14 or 15, still growing her boobs, I guessed. But then

looking at her mom’s tits at waterline in her suit top, I realized the

breast genie might have spared them the issue of DD bras. Mom was at

best a C cup but, boy, those sure looked kissable. Come to think about

it, the daughter’s were eminently kissable as well, I realized as I

began to feel a stirring in my swim trunks. The next boy was around 12,

a gawky early adolescent and then a younger brother about 5 or 6.

OK then, that put mom’s age in the mid thirties, depending on when she

began childbearing.

I had almost no “spa action” where I was seated so I kept inching to my

left, trying to get at least close to the best jets at the back. Not so

close that I made her feel uncomfortable or him become possessive.
Oops, I got too close, I guess, because we briefly bumped knees.

“Sorry,” I said as I jerked my leg back. She looked at me but didn’t

say a thing. Her husband never opened his eyes.
After maybe only a minute more, I got knee bumped again by her. She

still had her eyes closed but was now smiling. I thought, “OK, this is

weird.” So I purposely kept my knee where it was and pretty soon her

knee pressed harder against mine and then I felt her foot rub against

mine.

Wow, did that do it for me. I didn’t know what was going on but my cock

sure made some logical assumptions. Suddenly a huge boner sprang up,

tenting my suit. Luckily the bubbles hid my erection.

She opened her eyes and nudged her husband. “Move a bit over, dear.

This fellow keeps trying to get to these back jets and we’re blocking

him.” He slid half a foot to his left as did she. Now I had enough

room to slide back but still keep some distance from touching her.

We all sat like that for a bit, eyes closed enjoying the swirling water,

but me sitting still with a huge boner. I was about to erupt from just

that brief contact, I was that horny.

I was horny because it had been several months since my wife died in a

flaming car wreck caused, of course, by a drunk driver. He had a blood

alcohol level of 1.8 and 4 previous DUI’s but still drove, suspended

license be damned. As expected, he walked away from the accident while

my bride of 25 years perished.