'Oh, yeah, right, of course you did,' I scoffed. Jake used this excuse for a watery grope roughly once a month.
'Just doing my job, ma'am,' he said in a cheesy Dudley Do-right accent, shuffling backwards through the water until he was leaning against the pool wall. The depth here was mid-chest for him, while the surface of the water played about my shoulders and collarbone. He relaxed one arm and sent a hand down to my bikini briefs, breaching the elastic. His palm lay flat against my mons while his fingers curled underneath, pushing between my sex lips.
'Not now!' I whispered urgently. 'Those German guys!'
'Don't tell me you don't like an audience,' chuckled Jake into my ear, his fingertips dancing a teasing jig on my clit. 'You've done it in front of people before, haven't you?'
'Yes, but only people who wanted to watch! These guys might be here for a conference of the Virtuously Pure League of Berlin or something.' Tiny exhalations of mirth tickled my earlobe. One of Jake's fingers found my vagina. My bikini bottoms now had water seeping into them and it felt strange and cold between Jake's hand and the bare skin of my groin.
'They're fat-cat bankers, Soph, not priests. I bet they'll finish up in here and go and wank over porn flicks on cable all evening. I bet they'd love to see a flash of your arse or a nipple or something. It'd make their day.'
Jake's hand, like a firm, muscular fish, flipped this way and that, back and forth in my gushing channel. He began using the other to rub my nipples over my bandeau top. My wet hair was plastered to my neck and it was beginning to feel decidedly tropical in there. He nuzzled my neck with his lips and nose.
'Look over at them.' I did. They were pretending not to look, but every so often a guilty eye slid in our direction. 'They're voyeurs. Give them something to . . .'
'Voy?' I suggested.
'Yeah. Listen, I dare you to go and sit in the jacuzzi with them and take off your bikini.'
'What? No!' I squirmed and squished against Jake's unyielding fingers.
'They won't see anything. The bubbles will cover you. But you'll know. And I'll know. Don't you think it would be mindblowing to be sitting in the jacuzzi, naked and getting fingered by me, right in front of them, not knowing whether they knew what was going on or not? Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on, Soph.'
It did. The idea of it. The reality though . . .
'What if they complain? Isn't it sexual harrassment or something? We could lose our jobs.'
'They won't complain. They might want to join in though.'
'Shut up!'
'Are you losing your nerve? Have you lost your edge?'
'Shut up! Oooh!' Three of his fingers were widening my passage now, but the water had an oddly anti-lubricating effect and their manoeuvres were beginning to chafe. 'All right then. I'll give it a go.'
Jake kissed my neck in triumph. 'That's my Sophie,' he said approvingly. 'I really fancy a jacuzzi as well. I'm going to turn up the bubbles to full whack, OK? I'll see you in there.'
He let me go and quickly hoisted himself up to the poolside, racing over to the jacuzzi in the hope that speed would blur the huge bulge in his trunks. I decided to help him out with a little distraction, fixing my eye on the jacuzzi men and emerging slowly up the pool steps, trying to channel Ursula Andress in Dr No. I enjoyed the feeling of the rivulets running down my body, soaking into my bikini, and I shook my wet hair back, half-closing my eyes. I made sure they were not fully closed though. Didn't want a stubbed toe ruining the effect.
Then I was padding along the blue and green tiles with their inlaid scenes from Greek mythology, my feet shaking droplets all over the nymphs and satyrs as I approached. The German men's faces grew comically larger and more expectant with each step I took until I could see them scrambling to make room for me.
Jake looked slyly up from the setting switches, grinning at me. I climbed the steps to the lip of the spa bath, then descended into its foaming welcome, sitting myself down on the lower ledge, so that only my shoulders crested the bubbles. I smiled politely at my fellow occupants, who nodded back, one of them baring white teeth below his moustache. They lolled opposite me, taking every opportunity to show off their gold signet rings and impressively tanned chests, exchanging the odd remark in German whilst keeping their eyes trained on my neck.
Finally, one of them spoke to me. 'You work here?' he opened.
I smiled and nodded, then I asked them how long they were staying for. Their self-glorifying exposition was all I needed to refocus their attention away from my body; as they spoke, I reached behind and unclipped my top. The bubbles fizzed and popped pleasingly against my bare breasts, hidden from plain sight by the endless vortex on the surface. Jake came to sit next to me and I discreetly passed him the balled-up bandeau, which he stuffed inside his trunks for safe keeping. He slid an arm around me, so that the men understood I was not to be courted. One hand covered my right breast, squeezing and kneading.
'Are you seeing each other?' The Germans were now addressing their questions to Jake, as if asking his permission to lech over me.
'Yeah.' Jake smiled smugly. He knew I hated it when he got all boyfriendy, not that he did it often. 'We're getting married next year.' I pinched his hip, but he barely seemed to register it.
'Congratulations,' the men chorused. 'We should buy you a bottle of champagne,' one of them continued. 'Champagne goes so nicely with a jacuzzi.'
'It's the bubbles, I suppose,' I said vaguely.
Jake lowered his mouth to my ear. 'Where are your knickers?' he growled. 'Get them off.'
He headed the Germans off by describing the sumptuous reception party the hotel was going to host for us, while I wriggled about on the ledge seat, pushing the elastic down over my bottom until it was bare. Slowly and painstakingly they traversed the length of my legs until they arrived at my feet. I gripped them between my toes and plunged an arm down to retrieve them. Now I was fully nude in the jacuzzi and the feeling of powerful bubbling between my thighs was as exquisite as ever. Jake and I had often shared a naked jacuzzi, but never before while it was open to the public.