Marinette stuck one toe into the hot tub and gasped, pulling it out quickly.
"Come on, Marinette, just get in already," Alya said, looking up from where she was comfortably seated. The water was unnaturally frothy, and Alya was rendered almost invisible from the shoulders down.
"Don't rush me!" Marinette responded, carefully sticking her toe in again. "It's just really hot."
"Quit complaining," Alya teased her cautious friend as she eased her ankle into the water, "just get in already. You won't regret it." Marinette regarded her uncertainly, sitting down on the edge and hissing as she put her other foot in the water. Frustrated, Alya stood up and yanked her in by the shoulders.
"Aieeee!" Marinette screeched, causing a few of their passing fellow resort guests to look over curiously. "What did you do that for?!" she whisper-shouted.
Alya patted her shoulder. "It was obvious that you weren't going to get in by yourself. You just needed a push. You'll thank me later."
"Was too!" Marinette protested hotly, but there was a flush in her cheeks.
"You're blushing, liar," Alya said, pinching her cheek like a kindly grandma.
"Hey!" Marinette said, but she had already lost the attention of Alya, who was looking at something in the space over her left shoulder.
"Hot boy at one o'clock," she muttered, turning to get out of the hot tub. "See ya later. Have fun without me, and try to relax, okay?"
"But Alya, we just got-" Marinette sputtered at her friend's retreating form. Frustrated though she was, Marinette glanced over at the boy Alya was advancing towards. He was bespectacled with dark hair, not Marinette's type at all. She turned to face the hot tub, seething, to find that she was all alone.
The resort was gorgeous, and this hot tub was secluded, far away from the main pool and surrounded by a wall of trees on three sides. The other side had a wide cobblestone trail that connected to the main path. She and Alya had been excited to find it. It felt like a secret little getaway. Marinette didn't think anyone else would be coming over that she could talk to. 'Not that I would know what to do if someone did,' she thought privately.
She floated aimlessly about from side to side in the tub, pushing off from the benches. She was just settling into the far bench for the fourth time when it happened. Marinette froze suddenly, almost afraid to move.
She had swam in the way of one of the jets, and the forceful blast aimed itself directly at her nether regions. For a moment, the blast was foreign and painful on her most sensitive bits, but soon the tingling began to feel pleasant. No, more than pleasant, Marinette decided as she gasped slightly, pleasurable.
At first she was content with the slowly growing dull buzz of the jet slamming onto her clit, but Marinette frowned as her pleasure began to plateau. She needed more. Desperately, she thrust her hips in, closer to the jet, and the force intensified. So did the feeling, she noted with a moan she barely managed to hold back.
She didn't know how long she held herself there, water pounding her clit, pleasure slowly rising higher. Before she had been able to keep a relatively straight face in the event that a passerby strolled in, but now she knew her faced was screwed up in pleasure and she couldn't control it.
Marinette began to pant as she braced her leg against the tile and held on to the edge for dear life. The intensity of the feeling near her pussy was mind-blowing. She was so close to the edge. "Oh," she whimpered quietly.
A person on the path looked over in her direction, sending another rush of fear and pleasure rolling down her spine. This was the push she needed. With a loud, breathy moan, Marinette felt her pussy walls clench, and an orgasm ripped through her.
With so much intense pleasure going straight to her head, it took Marinette a few minutes to recover. She slowed her breathing and wrenched herself away from the jet, tentatively touching her clit through her swimsuit and shuddering at how sensitive she was.
She sat there for a few more minutes in post-orgasmic bliss, feeling her pussy warm as she thought about her juices seeping into the hot tub.
Juices in the hot tub! She sat bolt upright. "What have I done?" she asked herself. "That couldn't have been sanitary…I was in public...and.." She trailed off.
'Anyone could have seen,' she thought to herself, 'in fact, someone DID see.' She felt her cheeks flush with shame as she crossed her legs and started rubbing them together at the thought of someone watching her as she came undone, stimulating her sensitive pussy.
As Marinette stewed in her own guilty pleasure, Alya came back with a dazed smile. "Ooh, I was right about that boy," she told Marinette, "he was a very good kisser."
Marinette covered her ears. "Overshare, Alya! Ew!" She scolded, but it was halfhearted. She felt her pussy throb under the water. As Alya sank into the water mixed with her juices none the wiser, she felt a twinge down there and inhaled softly.
Alya looked up at her sharply. "Say, Marinette, have you been in here the whole time?" Marinette nodded slowly. "You should probably get out. It's not healthy to be in here for that long. You look a little flushed, too."
"Y-yeah," Marinette agreed shakily, not trusting her legs to support her if she were to stand up. Under Alya's watchful gaze, though, she forced herself to rise, suddenly embarrassed as she exposed her dirty self to the world and tottered over to her lounge chair.
She felt her nipples harden in the cool air and couldn't ignore it, even after laying down under her towel. She felt the urge to play with them but as her hands started to sneak up underneath the towel, she mentally slapped herself and brought her hands away. What was with her today?
She looked back at the hot tub, horny and longing. Marinette was hooked.