1. Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 1


    Date: 7/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Incest, Reluctance, Voyeurism, Wife, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

    better get on with the tidying up then,” I said, preparing to stand up. Suddenly Hannah’s hand was on my arm. “Not just yet,” she insisted. “Let’s finish our drinks first. It’s too cold to get out now.” Smiling, I lowered myself back into the steaming water and raised my legs so my heels rested on the bench at the far side of the tub. Hannah lifted her legs so that they rested across my upper thighs. I tickled her feet playfully. “Don’t!” she laughed. “No please, don’t!” I stopped tickling her and let my hand rest on her slender ankle which I began to stroke absent-mindedly under the warm water, sipping champagne with my other hand and listening to the silence on the night; a silence broken by the occasional owl hooting in the forest in the dark distance. Hannah slid herself around the tub’s bench seat until she was sitting close up to me, her legs still across mine. I could feel the back of her thighs on my lap but thought nothing of it. My hands which had been stroking her ankles were now close to her knees and without thinking, I began to stroke her lower thighs instead. “I love the first few weeks of summer,” she said softly. “It’s so… exciting! As if… anything could happen!” Her voice was low and slightly slurred as no doubt was my own. “Just how much champagne HAVE you had?” I laughed and immediately regretted it as her beaming face turned to a frown. “I’m not a child, you know,” she countered, her body stiffening. ” I know,” I said quietly, patting her thigh under ...
    the water. “It’s just hard to keep pace with the way you’ve grown since I first met you all those years ago.” “You’re not that old yourself either,” she said strangely, wriggling closer to me on the bench and putting her legs right across mine. An eerie silence descended, punctuated by more owl cries. Unconsciously I stroked further up her thigh with my fingertips. She wriggled a little more. “Sorry. Does it tickle?” I asked, my hand moving away from her leg. She grasped my wrist and pulled my fingers back onto her thigh. “It’s nice. Sort of soothing too though,” she replied and the silence fell again. The tub’s motor came to the end of its cycle and stopped. The dark silence was eerie and after a minute I pressed the button again. The water jets resumed their pleasant pummelling of my back and thighs as, without a conscious thought passing through my mind, my fingers slowly and gently resumed their stroking of Hannah’s knees and gradually continued their unconscious travel upwards along her slender thighs. In short, smooth movements my fingertips lightly danced over her warm skin, which felt soft and smooth under the hot water as her thighs became thicker and softer closer to her waist. The turbulence from the jets swirled around my fingers and I felt Hannah’s pale, skinny arm slip around my shoulders. “Are you ok?” I asked in a whisper. She simply nodded as in the darkness of the water my fingers moved gradually but inexorably along her thigh towards the hem of her costume, ...
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