by FireBird
(8/9/00)

He poured himself a Jack Daniels, turned on the jets full blast and, in the seclusion of his backyard, stripped naked and slowly lowered himself into the hot, churning water.

His skin tingled with the first sensation as he sat on the edge and rested his neck against the force of the jets. He sipped his drink, letting the icy cold bourbon travel slowly down his throat and closed his eyes against the brightness of the sun. He felt the warmth of the rays against his face and was just about to fully relax when he felt a cloud pass over the light. He waited for it to pass, but after a few seconds he still hadn't felt any change. He cursed to no one. Just his luck to have this one perfect day ruined by cloudy skies.

But when he opened his eyes, it wasn't the clouds that had eclipsed the sun, but the figure of a woman. With the bright sunlight shining behind her, he couldn't see her face, but one look at the shape of her silhouette told him she was definitely not his wife. She moved out of the shadows. The tiny cloth of her bright red string bikini just barely covered her full breasts. The bottom half was cut so close to her skin, it was almost invisible.

"That looks wonderful. Mind if I join you?"

Not waiting for an answer, she lightly stepped into the water. With the light changing direction he could see her features clearly now. Shoulder length brown hair, the sun catching faint glimmers of red streaming throughout giving the illusion of pure fire. As she moved closer, he could see her bright blue eyes and soft, full lips.

"And you are....?" he croaked, feeling the heat begin to rise between his legs and knowing full well that it wasn't only the jets that were causing it.

"A friend." Her words were as soft and inviting as the lips that spoke them.

She moved directly in front of him. Taking his glass from his hand, she took a large sip of bourbon, but didn't swallow. Instead, she began to kiss him, parting his lips with her tongue and letting the hot liquid travel from her mouth into his. He had been drinking Jack Daniels for most of his adult life, but he felt as if he was tasting it for the first time. He began licking her lips, drinking every drop of bourbon. He grabbed the glass and took a huge sip, eager to return the favor, but she moved away and laughed as he swallowed the mouthful of liquor and began to cough.

"You're much too eager. It's a beautiful day and we have time to enjoy it."

She glided across the pool to where the jets were stronger. Turning her back to him, she seductively untied the knots of the bikini. The tiny piece of fabric bobbed around the swirling waters like a helpless sail. The bottom half shot to the surface as it was set free from her hips. She wrapped her legs around the jet stream and began to gyrate over the churning water. He heard her small moans of pleasure over the noise of the bubbling water. She looked at him over her shoulder. Her eyes sparkling and wild.

"C'mere" she whispered. He was behind her in two strokes. And inside her in one.

"Oh, yes. That's perfect." She whispered as the powerful jets help move her body effortlessly over and down his rigid staff. With the bubbling waters caressing her clit and his hard cock moving deep inside her, he felt her total surrender as the intensity of the dual orgasms began to overtake her.

He reached around and took her nipples in his fingers. He felt them harden instantly as he gently stroked the tips. Her breathing quickened and he began lightly pinching one, then the other, moving harder as she reacted to his touch.

"Don't stop!" she cried out in a voice heavily mixed with pleasure and pain.

"I'm not about to. But, now it's my turn."

He lowered himself, not quite totally free from inside her, and turned her around. The jets now assaulting her ass, his cock deep inside her cunt, and his tongue exploring the passion of her mouth. Waves of orgasmic bliss shuddered through her body. He closed his eyes as his own orgasm caught the crest of the wave and he rode it all the way to the shore. Somewhere in the distance, he heard her calling his name.

"Alan...Alan?"

Alan opened his eyes. For a second, not knowing where he was. Only that the glass of bourbon was still in his hand and it was full.

"Have you been in that thing all day? You look like a prune. And you know the doctor said you shouldn't drink when you use the hot tub. You want another heart attack?"

Alan managed to get out only a weak "uh...I.."

"At least it's a nice day. I'll go start dinner, the kids should be home soon." She stated to go towards the house when she stopped to notice something on the lawn.

"Look at that. Guess spring is officially here."

His wife went into the house and Alan looked at what she had been pointing to. It hopped over to his hand, jumped on the edge of the glass and took a sip of the bourbon. Giving him a quick look, Alan could have sworn the robin had winked at him just before she flew away.