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Archive name: hottub.txt (F/m-teen, 1st time, inc)
Authors name: Zadanoff1 (zadanoff1@aol.com)
Story title : Grandma's Hot Tub

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GRANDMA'S HOT TUB (F/m-teen, 1st time, inc)
by Zadanoff1 (zadanoff1@aol.com)

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My grandfather died when I was about fifteen, and my 
grandmother never remarried. I had always wondered why, 
and sometimes I wondered if she dated. She would come 
over, and I used to wonder what she looked like naked, 
if her body was still in good enough shape for a man to 
be interested. She wasn't bad looking at all. She had 
dark, jet-black hair, and I figured the color came from 
a bottle. Hell, I didn't care. A person of 49 has to do 
what they have to do in order to look good, I figured.

She had good-sized tits, and I didn't see too many 
wrinkles. She took good care of herself, and she looked 
just fine to me. Just the thought of her having sex 
began to excite me. I wondered what it would be like to 
have sex with her. I suddenly realized one day, as she 
was sitting across the table from me just chatting away, 
that I had the hots for my grandmother. I actually went 
from the thought of wondering what she did for sex to 
the point of wanting to have sex with her. I really 
didn't know when the thought changed.

It actually shocked me, to think that I was sitting 
there, getting a hard on from looking at her tits 
straining against her blouse. I hadn't realized until 
just then how much a part of my sexual fantasies had 
lately been devoted to her, to thinking about what it 
would be like to suck on her tits and have her fondle my 
hard cock. I sat there, red-faced, hardly listening to 
her conversation as I stared at her tits.

She interrupted my thoughts by an announcement that she 
had bought one of those new, above-the-ground spas for 
her house. It would be installed in her back yard, close 
to her patio, she said, and it would have a bar, and a 
gazebo on top, made of red wood latticework. The way she 
made it sound, it seemed like a paradise. She was going 
to plant bamboo around the perimeter and all that.
"I'd be more than glad to help you with it," I heard 
myself say. I didn't know why I said it, or what, 
exactly, the work was going to entail.

Her eyes widened. I had never volunteered to do any sort 
of labor, ever. You know, I was a major couch-potato 
type of guy. 

She looked at me and beamed at me with one of those 
smiles of hers. "Great," she said, "next Saturday, I 
think we should put the plants in then."

The next Saturday, I arrived at her house and took a 
good look at her new spa. It was already running, and 
the water was nice and warm, but there were no bubbles. 
She had turned it on low, the way she liked it. It would 
heat faster on low, and then later, when the water got 
really hot, she would put it on 'high' and turn on the 
bubbles.

There were about fifteen large pots of bamboo and all 
kinds of other tropical plants, just waiting for someone 
with a green thumb and some energy to start working. 
That was me, I thought. I had a big mouth. I could have 
just shut up about it, and one of my cousins would have 
been over here, helping her with it. But, as far as I 
knew, no one in the family other than me had the hots 
for my Grandmother. I wondered, absently, what she would 
do if she knew that I wanted to fuck, suck, and fondle 
her. I got red-faced, just thinking about it.

I worked my ass off for about three hours, and dripping 
with sweat, I had dug the last hole and planted some 
type of enormous, broad-leafed thing that looked more 
like a tree than a tropical plant. Tarzan could have 
hidden in the thing, and no one would have been any the 
wiser. The damned thing must have weighed about eighty 
pounds.

Grandma stood there and surveyed our handiwork. It was 
gorgeous, with the plants hiding the spa from just about 
any angle. There was a small concrete and rock pathway 
that wound around some of the plants. It truly was a 
paradise, right there in her back yard.

"I'm so please, I don't know how to thank you," she 
said. "You need a shower and some lunch, and a nice cold 
drink to go with it," she said.

I went into the house with her and took a shower, 
wrapping a towel around me when I was done. I was 
surprised to find, when I walked into the kitchen, that 
Grandma was in a bathing suit.

"I'm ready for a quiet, relaxing time in the spa," she 
said with a smile. "You will, of course, help celebrate 
it by getting in with me, that is, as soon as you've had 
a sandwich and a soda, OK?"

I nodded, taken aback by how Grandma looked in the 
skimpy bathing suit. Her tits were, indeed big and 
round, and her legs were smooth and muscular. I could 
feel my dick jerk up and begin to grow, just underneath 
the towel wrapped around me.

"I'll get you a robe," said Grandma, "but for now, just 
sit and have a chicken sandwich."

I started eating, sometimes pressing down on my hard 
cock, trying to find a comfortable position in which to 
sit. It wouldn't go away --- the more attention I paid 
to it, the harder it seemed to get. 

"Here you go, Martin," I heard Grandma say. I turned, 
and she stood there with a short terry cloth robe in her 
hand. She looked at me, and then down at my crotch just 
briefly. There was the hint of a smile on her face.

I took the robe and put it on the chair beside me as 
Grandma sat across from me. Her sitting there didn't 
help the hard on go away at all. It just made it worse. 
It wasn't my fault, I couldn't help it that I was 
aroused, in fact I wished then that I wasn't.

"OK, let's go christen the spa," she said with a smile. 

"I don't have any trunks," I said.

"Well, there's some undies," she said. "Or, you can go 
as you are. I'll turn my head, and the bubbles will hide 
you, anyway.

I swallowed. The thought of being naked with Grandma in 
the spa really thrilled me. I didn't know how to act. I 
would probably cum in her water, just from sitting close 
to her like that.

We went out to the spa, with me carrying the robe and 
wearing the towel wrapped around me. The material rubbed 
against my hard dick head with every step, and I thought 
I would cum before I ever got to the spa. 

Grandma was the first to get in, and she flipped the 
switch, putting the jets on a higher flow and making 
bubbles shoot up. Then she looked at me. "I'll turn my 
head, and you jump in," she said.

Sure enough, she turned her head, and I got in the spa. 
The water was warm, and it was extremely comfortable and 
relaxing after having worked so hard to get all the 
plants in the ground.

"A glass of wine," she said, "we need a damned glass of 
wine." As she got out of the spa, her leg came into 
contact with mine, and she tripped slightly and reached 
down to hold herself up. Her hand went right into the 
water, pressing against my hard, aching dick!

She pulled her hand away and looked into my eyes. She 
didn't say a word, just stepped over the edge and let me 
look at her sexy ass. With her legs parted, I could see, 
up-close, hairs poking out of the crotch of her bikini 
bottom. My cock jumped.

She brought back a chilled bottle from the little bar 
beside the gazebo, and with shaking hands, poured us 
both a glass of chilled Burgundy. It was delicious, and 
I felt a warm glow as the wine settled in my stomach. I 
looked over at Grandma.

"It must be nice to sit in here naked," she said.

"It is," I said with a smile. "You ought to try it."

She didn't answer; she just reached behind her and 
removed her top, her big, round breasts nearly floating 
in the water. Her brown-red nipples were erect, poking 
out nearly half an inch. Little mounds themselves, they 
looked like quite a mouthful to me. I could feel my cock 
harden painfully.

I was going to cum soon. My balls ached, my dick hurt. 
I'd had a hard on now for probably half an hour, and 
there was no way to release it. I seriously thought 
about getting out and going to the bathroom to jack off.

Grandma lifted herself up and removed her bikini 
bottoms, giving me a great view of her tits as they left 
the water. She came up with her bottoms and put them 
aside.

"Oh, yes, this does feel much better," she said. "It 
feels sexy, somehow."

I bet it does, I thought. If she only knew. I stared 
openly at her tits. Just a few inches away, all I had to 
do was reach out and touch them. I sipped at my wine, my 
eyes never leaving her tits.

"You must really think I have nice tits, or you've never 
seen any," she said with a smile.

I reddened. "You have great tits, Grandma," I said 
weakly.

She smiled. "Why, thank you," she said. "You have a nice 
body, too."

I took that to mean that she had liked touching my hard 
cock. I raised myself out of the water and sat on the 
edge, letting my hard cock jump up and throb against my 
belly. "Here's what those tits do to me, Grandma," I 
said.

She didn't say a word. She looked at my cock and licked 
her lips. Keeping her eyes on my cock, she reached for 
her wine glass, took a sip, and then moved over closer 
to me. She put the glass down on the decking and reached 
out and touched my cock. I nearly came, the pleasure of 
her touch was excruciating.

She ran her finger down the hard shaft to my balls. 
"Such big balls," she said. She cupped them in her hand, 
massaging them. She moved her hand back up to my cock, 
grabbing it at the base and stroking upward.

I moaned as my body tensed, and I shot my load, all the 
pent-up tension causing me to cum right away. I shot a 
big load, and it shot all the way across the spa to the 
other side of the decking.

"Damn!" Grandma said, "What a load of cum!" She stroked 
me harder and faster, and I finished shooting, the last 
few drops falling on her hand.

She pulled herself up beside me and I reached over and 
touched her nipples. They were giant nipples, hard to 
the touch. I ran one hand down her tummy to her cunt. 
She had a forest of dark black pubic hair.

I leaned mover to her tits, my mouth wide open. I 
flicked out my tongue and touched the tip of it to one 
of her nipples. I closed my lips around the nipple, 
running my tongue around and around on it. I sucked it 
into my mouth, moans of pleasure escaping her lips as I 
sucked.

"Oh, Martin, that feels so good, it's been such a long 
time," she moaned. Her hand went back to my cock, and 
she grabbed it at the base again, stroking it slowly and 
firmly as I sucked first one of her big, brown nipples, 
and then the other. 

I moved my mouth down slowly, all the way to her tummy, 
and inserted it into her navel. Pushing her back to the 
decking of the gazebo, I reached down and spread her 
legs. She lifted her legs, bending them at the knees. I 
ran my face down to her crotch, flicking out with my 
tongue at her cunt. Leaning far forward, I inserted my 
tongue into her mist pussy, tasting the tangy juices 
flowing out of her pussy. Her pussy was very hairy, and 
the sight of so much hair was a real turn-on.

She began to writhe and moan --- her legs clamped 
together, trapping my head between her thighs. With a 
loud groan, she came, her body jerking and her muscles 
tightening.

I pulled away, and we sat there and stared at one 
another. She slowly eased herself into the water in 
front of me and spread my legs, her face in my crotch. 
She leaned forward and tongued my balls, sucking one of 
them into her mouth, and then the other. She ran her 
tongue over my balls for a full five minutes as her 
fingers worked on her pussy under the water.

Then, she moved her mouth to my cock, and she ran her 
tongue up the length of the shaft. Opening her mouth 
wide, she swallowed my cock all the way to the back of 
her throat, gagging on the head of it. The sensation 
thrilled me, and I nearly came again as she sucked on it 
really hard.

She sucked me gently for another few minutes, licking 
and probing, and then pulled away.

She moved to the other side of the spa and raised her 
ass out of the water, facing away from me. I could see 
her wet cunt hairs hanging between her legs, and I got 
up and stood in the water. We were just the right 
height, and my cock automatically pressed against her 
ass hole. I moved down somewhat, and I pressed my cock 
into her warm waiting cunt. I reached around and grabbed 
her tits, running my fingers over the hard nipples as I 
slammed my cock deep into her hot moist cunt.

I began to thrust, feeling her cunt suck on my cock as I 
pulled it out. I thrust faster and faster, and she used 
her internal muscles to give me a thrill like none I'd 
ever known. I thrust deep into her, and she began to 
gyrate her hips, moaning and groaning, and I felt her 
cum, soaking my cock with extra-hot cunt juices as 
spasms shook her whole body.

I thrust faster and faster, cumming inside her with one 
final slam, my tummy slapping against her ass. I held 
myself there, feeling my cock dance and move inside her 
as I shot a hot load of cum deep inside her. I shot 
again and again, and she moaned with every jerk of my 
cock.

Slowly, I pulled out of her and sat back in the water. 
She poured us another glass of wine, and we sat there 
sipping it, looking at one another in silence.

Finally she said, "Thanks for helping me with the spa."

"You mean, the plants?"

"Oh, no, I mean, breaking in the spa like that. It's 
about the best thrill I've ever had."

I shook my head. "Talk about thrills, Grandma, you're 
the best thrill there ever was."

"Hmmm," she said. "No one's said that to me in a long, 
long time, Martin. I think you might need to 'help' me 
with a few things around here, frequently, you know?"

I nodded. "Damn right," I said. "No more couch potato 
for me."

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This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.  Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story;  should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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