Hot Tub Sex With the Guy Next Door ♕

Most of the time I’m a good girl…

Don’t laugh, I really am! Sometimes, though, I do cross the line a little. Let me tell you about the hot tub sex I had with the guy next door when I was eighteen.

My parents did not have a hot tub. However, our neighbor, Mr. Anderson, had a pool and a hot tub. It didn’t seem fair. Most of the time he didn’t even use the damn thing! I saw him in the hot tub a couple of times, just relaxing. He could have been having hot tub sex, but he was just sitting on his own, enjoying the peace and quiet. He was obviously just a boring middle-aged man. Plus, he was kinda overweight and balding and I was pretty sure he was divorced, and he didn’t have a family. Most of the time he was away from home on business.

There was this one night when my parents were away and everything was dark at Mr. Anderson’s place. You can guess what I did, right? I got into my swimsuit, hopped the fence into his yard, and got right into his pool. Mmm, it felt so good! I was feeling extra naughty and pretty pleased with myself. And I even thought about inviting my boyfriend over for some hot tub sex, but I guessed it was safer for this to be a solo mission. All I knew was that I wanted to get in that hot tub!

Hot Tub Sex With Mr. Anderson

When I got in that hot tub and worked out how to switch it on, I was in heaven! Those jets, let me tell you, were the best thing I had ever felt. I was only eighteen and I hadn’t had the opportunity to masturbate in a hot tub before. I got a jet in the right place so it bubbled right over my pussy as I was rubbing myself. God, it was so good! I laid back, shut my eyes, and fantasized about steamy hot tub sex. I got so into it that I was pretty close to cumming when I heard a deep voice say, “What do you think you’re doing, missy?”

You guessed it. Mr. Anderson had caught me. I was so embarrassed. I quit rubbing my pussy right that second and started to apologize, telling him that I would go home right away. He told me not to be so hasty. If I wanted him to keep this a secret, I needed to do something for him.

Such a Naughty Girl

Now, I could’ve just run home. My dad would’ve been mad at me for using Anderson’s hot tub, but he would’ve been madder at that dirty old man for trying to get nasty with me. Daddy thought I was so innocent, you know?

Maybe it was because I was already horny, maybe it was because I felt pressured, I don’t know… but when he got his fat dick out, I just let him push it into my mouth. You can’t blame me, can you? I was young and impressionable. He had all my hair in his fist, like a ponytail, and just started using my mouth to get him hard.

When he was ready, he got naked. He made me get naked too and told me we were going to be skinny dipping. It wasn’t skinny dipping, it was rough, nasty hot tub sex. I felt like such a slut, bent over in the hot tub by my middle-aged next-door neighbor, his big dick in my tight pussy and his hairy belly on my smooth back. It was the roughest, naughtiest sex I’d ever had so far, and it made me cum so hard.