The Hot Tub - Sex Stories

The Hot Tub

Dear readers. As you know I occasionally have to go off on a diversion from my normal material. This time I have kept Dani as the central protaganist, ok I will be honest, what I mean is that the story revolves around him, and he's very soon out of his depth. Pun intended. I apologise to all of you looking for a quick rub story, this might not quite do it for you, but then again maybe it will. I don't want to give everything away but there's no penetrative sex, there's a small amount of oral, the story is written as a slow burn introduction to a situation that could, depending on your imagination lead to an explosive conclusion. However, that conclusion isn't here and it may come later. So in case you didn't work it out, it's a tease story, it's designed to hopefully get your juices flowing. I wanted to try and write something sort of original and plausible, whilst getting you all turned on and a bit hot under the collar, or wet in the panties. As ever all my characters are over 18, and reside in a place where 18 is the age of majority. This story doesn't reflect any situation that ever happened in my real life (unlike some of my others) and all the characters are fictitious. Well that's the legal bit out of the way and so I hope you enjoy "The Hot Tub".

The Hot Tub

Friday evening and it was a crap end to a crap week. Work had been absolutely hectic for weeks, the customers more than demanding and I'd had to work late. I'd missed out on the Friday after work drinks ...

... session at 5pm with the lads who'd simply waved goodbye as they trotted off to the pub and I stared blankly at the computer screen. By the time I'd wrapped up the final deals it was too late to join them. Instead, I'd driven home, eaten what I could find in the fridge, which was typical bachelor fare, I really needed to go food shopping tomorrow. It was now 8pm and I had decided to at least get the laundry out of the way before the weekend started, at least that would be one less thing to think about.

That was the final piece of shit to happen, I'd got the first load inside, soap and conditioner added and set the program; nothing. Nada. Silence. The machine refused to start. I looked at the clever digital display and all it said was E101. Some error message that probably explained everything to a proper engineer, but that meant totally zip to me. Until I found the manual and then translated the fault into layman's English. Even then the cause of a float damper being compromised due to excessive soap/water/or other foreign invasive didn't fill me with either confidence or knowledge to fix it quickly.

"Damn!" I swore out loud, ok my actual words were a whole lot worse than that, there was no one living with me to hear so I am sure you can imagine what was said. This was just great wasn't it. I had a whole week's laundry to do; white shirts, colours, underwear and of course my bedding and finally towels. Yes, I might be a single guy living alone but I knew how to do laundry. ...