Paula's long hair danced in the churning bubbles and foam as her head was laid back, her eyes closed, and a contented smile on her lips. My hands were taking in the gentle movement and gyrations of her hips like she was trying to mount the jet itself. I silently permitted myself to be aroused by the whole scene unfolding before me, though vowing never to admit it to anyone else.

Without warning, she arched her back a bit, forcing her body back against mine, her ass pushing against my pussy and her back against my breasts. I could feel her bare skin against mine, sending chills and shocks throughout...