In a much larger way, a hot woman had her hand on my thigh, and I immediately started to get hard. This wasn’t a big deal since I was under water, but it didn’t look like I was going to be getting my drink any time soon in the shape I was in.
Ken came to the rescue. “Hey, there are lots of drinks in this hot tub, but some of us are getting left out of the fun!” He asked Jennifer if she wanted anything, and she was on the fence. He looked at Olivia and me, and I said, “Margarita, rocks,” and Olivia indicated that worked for her also. Ken then turned back to Jennifer and suggested she should come with him to see if she could make up her mind at the bar, and also to have some help carrying back the drinks.
Jennifer, always the helpful one, thought that was a great plan. She and Ken got out at the same time. Ken, wearing modern men’s swim trunks that had about 30 sq. ft. of fabric, proceeded to take about 3 gallons of water out with him, which was amusing. Jennifer, on the other hand, emerged from the hot tub, and the conversation came to a stop. As it turns out, I had made a pretty good decision with her bikini. While not totally see-through, it wasn’t exactly opaque when wet. She got up and gave the group a quick wave, and somewhat jokingly said, “Save our seats,” but in the process, she gave us a display usually reserved for wet T-shirt contests. Her nipples and areolas were clearly visible, and the younger woman to the right of Olivia was somewhat shocked by this and was clearly not good at hiding that.
At some point, my wife was going to have to look down, but now she was going to wander through the crowd, up to the bar, and order some drinks essentially topless. Oh man. I was so hoping that she didn’t notice. It might ruin the vacation. But for now it was the hottest thing I could imagine.
Olivia, you could tell, clearly noticed, but didn’t say a word. She just kept on smiling and carrying on with her conversations. My biggest worry was Ken. I didn’t think he had the wherewithal to have that conversation with Jennifer, but I also didn’t think there was anything in his experience with being a guy that could keep his jaw off the floor.
With the two of them gone temporarily, the atmosphere subtly changed between Olivia and me. We leaned into each other, more like a real couple than two people trying to pretend like we were not a couple. We began chatting with each other a bit, and not to the whole crowd. And our faces were getting much closer to each other than a non-couple ought to be.
“Are you enjoying yourself here at the resort?” I asked, a little tongue-tied and bewitched to have her so close to me, but desperate to cover up my nervousness.
“Very much. There is a sense of freedom on vacation that doesn’t really exist at home.”
“That’s what we were going for also. Just a chance to let loose.”
“Yes, I’ve definitely noticed that.”
“I thought you had noticed. You don’t seem terribly scandalized by seeing two people having sex.”
“Scandalized? Not so much. Surprised to see a couple going at it in front of an uncovered large window in a public space? Maybe a little.”