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I seem to be growing into a time in my life when the chances of good stories become less and less but my new hot tub has generated a couple of interesting situations. Here is one that I think is worth sharing.

My wife and I are always looking for excuses to show off our back yard renovation now that the hot tub was in place, so we invited a couple over for a soak. They had visitor from Germany staying with them, so we ended up being a party of 5. Both of our wives have kept fit so neither of us had any excuse for our eyes to wander but their guest was one of those true head turners and I had to force myself not to stare. Her long blond hair framed a perfect face. Makeup was applied very sparingly as her features were very striking on their own. A loose sweater hid some of her shape but well fitting jeans confirmed a great body. Her German accent was also surprisingly adorable. We all talked and drank in the living room for quite a while before we decided that it was time to hit the tub. Everyone scattered to change, pee, and get drinks before the rendezvous in the backyard.

Not long after, I had the tub opened and lights set. Our couple friends were the first to get in and I immediately followed. A few minutes later my wife followed. I was secretly pleased that she wore a small bikini that she usually avoids when other people are around. My wife explained that our new friend had just gone to the bathroom and would be along shortly. She also added that she was probably on the conservative side because she asked to borrow a robe.

Sure enough she showed up a short time later in my wife’s robe. She looked around for a place to hang it and decided that the chair where we piled our towels was probably best. She shed the robe and all conversation stopped. She was fully naked! Perfect breasts bouncing as she walked to the edge of the tub she dipped a toe in. She said something about the heat being perfect then noticed our silence and blank faced stares. She assumed that she misspoke something and asked is “perfekt” was indeed an English word. She laughed at herself when she found that it was and got in slowly giving me plenty of time to memorize details that I should not know. Her mound was trimmed to triangle that was slightly larger than I would have guessed, but it was very short. She also had a small heart tattoo toward her hip that was poorly done and was small enough to be covered by the strappy part of a small bikini bottom. She got in without any rush and sat in the seat that was mostly a step to get in the tub and was not deep. It left her boobs fully exposed and she was initiating small talk asking about lower seats as she splashed water on the chest to acclimatize to the heat. Even though she was the only one naked, from her vantage point both of us guys could well have been naked, and his wife was neck deep in water with a brown bikini that could not be seen. You could tell that she noticed my wife who’s shoulder straps were clearly visible well above the water line.

At this point she would not know if my wife was the odd one out, or if she was but there seemed to be a realization that we may have some cultural differences as she found a deeper seat. It was both awkward and awesome at the same time.