Sexuality Happens

I love hot tubs. I do. It may even be a fetish of sorts. I’ve never met a hot tub I didn’t go into. This is not to say I’ve liked being in all of them, but I’ve at least given them a try. In fitness clubs, at people’s houses, at hotels (even if it’s 100 degrees outside). I love them.

When I was 14 or 15, I discovered, while on a family trip to New Mexico, and enjoying the hotel hot tub, that those snazzy little jets that feel so good on your back? Yeah, they feel even better on your clit. I was hooked. Hot tub orgasms feel incredible. And also indulge my love for a little exhibitionism here and there, so it’s two for the price of one!

Not every hot tub presents this opportunity. The one in the women’s locker room at my gym in Southampton? Yeah. Not so much. I don’t think all of the naked Russian ladies running around would have appreciated my use of their hot tub…although they did mostly frequent the sauna and steam room. The hot tub at Dinah Shore, with all the couples making out and groping in it? Not so much…it would have been too creepy, the only solo one there. Actually, there is one hot tub I opted not to go into; it was at the local swinger’s sex club, and I wasn’t sure how much semen was in it, so I decided not to give it a go. Too bad; I feel like an orgasm in it would have been quite accepted.

Over my road trip from PA to CO, I got to check out three different hot tubs in different cities. I felt like Goldilocks.

In city number 1, the hot tub was HUGE, and incredibly deep. Even when I sat in it, the water went above my chin. The first problem? It was only luke warm. A luke warm tub, is not, as it should be clear, a hot tub. Second problem? The pool next to it, and eventually the tub itself, were occupied by a traveling family…with 4 kids. And biggest issue with this hot tube? It kinda sorta had bubbles, but they weren’t the jets that came out from behind your back, so while I could feel them tickling my body, and getting me nice and turned on, I prowled the entired tub trying to find their source, and came up empty handed. Hot tub in city 1 was a bust.

The hot tub in city 2 looked more promising. Before I even put on my suit, I felt the water. HOT. Perfect. I like to be almost scalded while soaking. I ran upstairs, slipped into my suit (which displayed my bruises quite center stage), and ran back down. I turned the bubble knob…and alas…no bubbles. It was perfectly hot, heating my body through and through, making me hotter and hornier, but I had nothing to get me off. I texted my friends complaining about being bored and alone in a hot tub, but no one offered any solutions. Le sigh.

My last night, I wasn’t expecting much. I went down and felt the tub. Hot. A flicker of hope lit inside me. I turned the bubble knob. They began working full strength. Fabulous! Better yet, I was the only one there. I had found the hot tub that was juuuuust right!

I jetted to my room, and suited up. I had 20 minutes before they closed the pool area — I would be cutting it close. Turing the knob to the full time, I slid into the tub, reveling in the warmth, and letting the jets caress my body.

After a few minutes of soaking and relaxing, I went straight to the jets. Now, I have bad knees. I can’t really kneel. However, this was worth it, plus the water made my body lighter. Kneeling on the bench in the tub, I spread my legs, and lowered my clit in front of the jet.

Perfect; this was the right velocity, and size, and I could actually reach it while in a semi-normal position. I looked around…I didn’t see any video cameras, but nowdays, that doesn’t mean anything (plus, I wasn’t wearing my glasses). I faced myself towards the door, so I’d have fair warning, and folded my arms on top of the cement edge, pushing my breasts and straining nipples into the cold, rough concrete.

A few minutes of this, and I was getting close. I needed direct stimulation. Reaching down, I pulled the underwater part of my swimsuit aside, and slid back in front of the jet.

Holy. Mother. Of. Wow. I need my own hot tub. The jets felt like a souped up Hitachi (if you can imagine that). God. It was all I could do to keep a straight face as I looked at the door, willing the hotel staff to wait until after I’d come to make an appearance.

I got closer and closer to the edge, as I slid my legs futher and further apart, until it was directly on me. I imagined someone coming up behind me, reaching around to grab my breasts, pushing me closer to the wall, and further down onto the jet, not letting me move, forcing me to come and come again.

And then I came. I was quiet, as I can be, but I’m sure I made a face or two. And with my legs spread so far apart, I couldn’t close them, and I came again. And then again. I was debating another when the glass door across from me opened. It was the front desk lady, here to lock up.

Quickly, I slid off the bench, making it look like I was already in the process of getting up. Great timing; if it had been a minute earlier, I would have been annoyed and frustrated. As I walked out of the hot tub, I looked behind me. Fuck. I hadn’t realized about the giant window that looked into the parking lot shared by the 24-hour laundomat, and Burger King. Oh well, I hope at least someone enjoyed the show.

As I lay in bed an hour or so later, my quads hurt from being stretched like that, and my cunt was still throbbing. Totally worth it, although I’m very glad I wasn’t kicked out of the hotel (poor kitties). I need to find someone with a hot tub, and stat.

-Essin’ Em

Note: I am aware that you shouldn’t get air forced up into the vagina. Hence, using the jets on my clit :)