Teen Hot Tub Fantasy Phonesex

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I stood outside my best friend’s front door wearing only a tiny micro bikini and my fuzzy bathrobe over it. My uggs crunched on the snow she poorly shoveled on the front step. My hand banged on the wood again as I tried to stand on my tiptoes to look through the crystal glass panes. All the lights were off; what the fuck.

With an annoyed huff, I trudged through the snow toward the back door. Her house is basically my second home, so I wasn’t above breaking in if necessary. She said her parents would be out of town, and we’d have the hot tub to ourselves! The bottle I snatched from my Dad’s special cabinet clanked together in my tote as I shoved open the back gate. Much to my surprise, her Dad was sinking into the very hot tub I was dressed for.

Teen Hot Tub Fantasy Phonesex

 

“Um, Mr. John?” He looked up at my surprised voice and cleared his throat.

“Oh, hey, Kayla. Wh-what are you doing?” He allowed his body to sink the rest of the way into the bubbly water as I stomped forward and pointed to the house.

“Where’s Kelly?” His brows knitted together at my question, and he sighed. He was leaning back against the tub wall as the heat soaked into his muscles.

“Um, yeah, she went out. Some boy called or something.” I stomped my foot. Seriously? She’d ditched me for a boy without even calling. “Did you want me to call her for you or something?” He asked, and I looked at his shoulders as he stretched his arms out over the back of the tub. His broad chest was sprinkled with dark, curly hair, and I wanted to run my fingers through it.

 

Horny teenage girls

 

I lowered my tote and untied my fuzzy robe, revealing my toned and overdeveloped teenage body, barely covered by the micro bikini I wasn’t even allowed to wear. “She promised me a soak in the hot tub.” I bent forward and rubbed my knee. “All of our cheerleading practices have really done a number on my knee. She said it would help.” I pouted a little harder, and he coughed as he looked at my curves.

“Uh, well, yeah. It helps mine. Um, you could still come in?” He was unsure, and I knew exactly why. Horny teenage girls were a danger to unsupervised, married men. I grinned and started up the steps. There was no handrail, so as I stepped into the water, my foot slipped, and I tumbled onto his lap. “Oh, um, Hi.” He chuckled, straight to adjust me to the bench beside me.

Only I had no intentions of moving.

 

 

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