EXTRACT FOR
The Chronicles of Eddie Jr
(Isabella Lamont)

She whispered in my ear, "Eddie, could I interest you in a soak in the hot tub?" 

"That would be great," I replied, my voice strained.  "What about a bathing suit?" 

"Oh, we never wear them in the tub," she said smiling.  

I then noticed the large covered Jacuzzi in the shadows off to one side.  She pulled back the lid and said, "Jump in, Eddie.  I'll go get us a couple of cold drinks." 

When she disappeared inside, I peeled off my duds and hopped in--the hot water felt great.  Some jets started up, producing volumes of bubbles--Cherie had obviously turned on the pump from inside.  The lights went out in the dance studio.  The only illumination now was from the full moon, making the deck and surrounding gardens surreal and almost spooky.  

Out came Cherie, now in a robe carrying two bottles of diet coke.  The robe fell to the deck and she quickly joined me, placing a coke next to my elbow.  I'd just caught a quick peak of her slim little body in the moonlight.  It felt incredibly good sitting next to her, submerged to our shoulders, the bubbles and hot water jets massaging our bodies after hours of dance practice.  

I put my arm around her and she leaned into me.  Then in the dark swirling water, I felt her hand on my cock.  She first held it near the head, then slid her hand down its length as though checking it out.  

"Good Lord," she whispered.  We began some serious necking and I explored her entire body, too--she felt more like a teenager than a woman in her thirties.  

One of her hands was now massaging my scrotum; I spread my legs to provide more access.  Now a slim finger slid up between my buttocks, gently rubbing my butt-hole.  

"I have to warn you Cherie, what you're doing feels so good, I'm going to foul your hot tub pretty soon." 

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" purred Cherie.  "At least, not yet.  Let's jump up and sit on the edge, Eddie.  I'd like to have a better look at you." 

A few seconds later, the two of us were sitting on the edge of the tub with our feet still in the water.  Our eyes had adjusted to the moonlight and we could see each other quite clearly.  Cherie seemed fascinated with my cock; inspecting every inch and gently rubbing, licking and kissing its entire length.  

"Eddie," said Cherie, "I've seen a lot of men in my short life and many large cocks.  But this is by far the largest of them all.  It's truly beautiful--you're a very lucky guy." 

I didn't know how to respond.  "It's usually more trouble than it's worth..." I mumbled.  

The music was still playing in the dance studio and a song started with a perfect slow dance pace.  Cherie took my hand and gently pulled me out into the center of the patio.  She lifted both her arms over my shoulders and we began to dance.  With my arms wrapped around her torso, her small breasts flattened against my chest, we started with proper waltz steps.  But Eddie Jr. was enjoying this far too much??"soon he was protruding rudely between Cherie's thighs.  

She reached down and directed the tip upwards, into her sopping wet pussy.  Natural lubricant was pouring out of her, oozing down the insides of her thighs and soaking my cock.  Our bodies were still wet from the tub--we were making strange wet footprints on the smooth cement of the patio.  By dancing on her tiptoes and me crouching a bit, the tip of my cock was now positioned perfectly and it slipped upwards into Cherie.  With some firm pressure and gentle thrusts, I felt the full tightness of Cherie's sopping wet tunnel as more and more of my cock slid into her.  

We couldn't dance properly anymore but we swayed in time to the music and gently made our way around the patio, my cock embedded in Cherie's streaming pussy--she moaned gently in my ear.