"No. It was a pair of socks that shrunk in the laundry, and I tried to tear them into pieces to make dishrags out of them. All I accomplished was cutting myself with my own fingernail."
Why did I tell her that? It's an embarrassing story, not the sort that would make her mad with lust for me.
She ruffles my hair, laughing softly. "You're adorable. Do you know that? Trust me, these 'knickers' are flimsy, and you can rip them off no problem."
"If I cut myself with my fingernail again, my injury will be your fault."
"Don't worry. I've got a first aid kit." She kisses the top of my head. "I'll be your nurse and make sure you feel all better."
I take hold of her knickers with both hands and yank. The fabric rips. With two more yanks, I've gotten rid of the pink lace, which now lies on the coffee table alongside other items of our clothing. "Thank goodness. Now I feel like a man again. In fact, I'm fairly sure I can brag about this to my mates for at least a month."
"They suck at tearing women's clothes off?"
"No idea. I've never discussed that with them."
She slides her hands into my hair. "You rock the clothes ripping. That was so macho and sexy."
"I can honestly say no one has ever called me macho before."
"Have you ever made love in the water?" She sits down, straddling my lap. "Because I've got a hot tub."
"Never been in one of those before."
"Should we try it?"
"Yes, please, right now." I might've sounded a little too excited about the hot tub, but I don't care. The thought of fucking her in the water makes me so randy that I can't think straight. Can't think in squiggly lines either.
"Let's do it," Sam says. Then she climbs off my lap to stand beside me with her hand outstretched. "Come on, Ben. Let's get dirty in the hot tub."
We race out of the house hand in hand, heading onto the covered porch that houses the hot tub. It's bloody cold out here, but I don't care about the temperature anymore once we both jump into the steaming water. We splash that water all over the porch, but Sam tells me not to worry about creating ice since she'll just "sprinkle some ice melt on there later." I have to ask what ice melt is, but she doesn't think I'm stupid for not knowing. Her explanation doesn't clear up the whole issue, since she calls it "crystallized stuff that makes ice go away."
I decide the full explanation doesn't matter. After all, I've got naked Sam in the hot tub with me while jets make bubbles all around us. Her tits bob in the current from the jets.
Yes, I could get used to living like this.
I slip an arm around Sam's waist and pull her closer. "You look even sexier when you're wet."
"Not completely wet, though." She grins and ducks her head under the water, then bobs back up. "Now I am. Want to see my underwater trick?"
"Love to. Are you going to perform a synchronized swimming routine in this little pool?"
"You'll see."
She plunges under the water again, but through the bubbles, I can't tell exactly what she's trying to do down there. The jets make her hair rise like a golden curtain in front of me. Her fingers curl around my cock, gliding up and down, and I sag against the tub while my eyes drift half-closed. Oh yes, I could do more than get used to this life. I may never want to leave.
I groan when she closes her mouth around me.
Why would I want to marry an obnoxious aristocratic girl when I could stay here with a woman who's sweet and sexy and loves to give me head in a hot tub? I'd have to be insane to give this up.
Sam works my cock with her mouth and hands while I hiss and groan, sliding a hand into her hair to cup the back of her head. Fuck, she's amazing. I may not feel quite as relaxed now, but the tension building inside me feels wonderful. She pops her head out of the water to smile at me while she takes a few slow breaths.
Then she dives back in, and her lips and tongue surround me again.
I lean forward, sliding a hand down her back until I can push my fingers between her arse cheeks and down into her cleft, where I find the stiff head of her clitoris. Pushing my thumb inside her, I rub that little button.
She pops up out of the water, breathing hard.
I'm still rubbing her.