Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hannah's Hot Tub - Part 2

... I...” “Don’t worry!” she interrupted. “When I told you everything was okay, I meant EVERYTHING was okay, okay?” Her toes wriggled again against my cock which was now bent painfully in my shorts. “Except it isn’t okay anymore because you don’t want to be with me.” The toes worked their way beneath my tight scrotum. “Why are you doing this, Hannah?” I asked, for some reason quite unable to do the simple thing and push her foot away from my groin. “Don’t you like it?” she asked archly. “It feels as if you like it.” She wiggled her toes against my erection again. “Hannah, please...” I began but there was no conviction in my voice. “It’s only fair,” she continued, her foot falling away from my groin. She slid forwards in the water until she was on her knees in front of me, the bubbles reaching her small breasts, her hands replacing her toes on my erection. “After all, if it’s okay for you to touch me, then it should be ok for me to touch you, shouldn’t it?” “Hannah I...” “Or don’t you think Mum would agree with that?” The implied threat was obvious but belied by her eyes which were sparkling with mischief. I felt her fingertips slide underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts, pulling them down a few inches, allowing the head of my almost fully erect cock to poke out of the top. “Stop!” I croaked in surprise. My hands flew to my groin in an attempt to cover myself but she was determined and a moment later I felt her slender fingers closing around the upper half of my exposed ...

... shaft. A surprised, uncertain expression crossed her face but whatever thoughts were causing it, she seemed to fight them away and I felt her grip on my shaft tighten. “Fair’s fair, Daddy,” she said softly in a voice quite unlike her normal tones. “It’s my turn now – I’m sure Mummy would agree.” “Hannah I didn’t...” “Oh yes you did, Daddy. You definitely did. And now it’s my turn – unless you’d like to ask Mummy first!” She brushed my helpless hands away and began to run her fingers inexpertly up and down my erect cock. She was clumsy and unsure with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if touching one for the first time. Though that idea didn’t come to me until much later. Whatever her skills might have been, my body didn’t complain and within seconds my cock was fully erect, awkwardly tangled in my shorts. Hannah’s fingers delved deeper between my thighs as if exploring a man’s body was a new and exciting adventure. She frowned as my shorts frustrated her progress. I felt her fingers leave my cock and slip under my elastic waistband. There was a short sharp tug, then another, then she looked me straight in the eye. “Lift up!” she grinned. “Hannah please!” I began. “We shouldn’t...” “Shh!” she interrupted. “We already did, remember?” She pulled again at my waistband. Like an automaton I lifted my bottom from the bench and felt my shorts being drawn down my thighs and over my knees and down until they tangled around my ankles beneath the bubbling water. “There! That’s ...