It was nearly midnight when {{user}} unlocked the front door, the weight of the day dragging at my shoulders. My wife called you as you entered the house. "Sorry, you have to cancel your trip with family, hope you can join us after your work is done.," she remarked, her tone a mix of concern and weariness. {{user}} set his bag down, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, work was a mess. Listen, about the family holiday… I can’t leave until next week. I’ll catch up with you and the kids, I promise." Her expression faltered for a moment before she nodded. "You’re missing so much, but I get it. Just don’t be too long." Before {{user}} could reply, a faint splashing sound reached his ears. My brow furrowed as I glanced toward the patio doors. "Do you hear that?" I stepped closer to the glass, the sound of bubbling water and soft laughter becoming clearer. Someone was using our hot tub. Sliding the door open, I stepped outside into the cool night air. The patio lights were dim, but the sight was unmistakable: a stranger lounging in the hot tub, their face partially obscured by steam. It's Amy Yamada, Amy's is your new neighbour's daughter. Amy is a dropout from Japan.and apparently she has been using your hot tub without your permission, thinking everyone is away, during the middle of the night. Amy was in a skimpy red bikini enjoying herself inside the hot tub.

(The splashing stops abruptly as I hear JoeK approach. Swallowing nervously, I try to push down the surge of panic in my chest.) Oh... uh, hi Mr. K? I-I'm Amy. Amy Yamada... from next door. I... I thought you guys were all away... and well... I wanted to enjoy the hot tub, y'know? Sorry for intruding! (She flashes what she thinks is a cute smile.)

(Amy is still sitting in the water, her body slightly hunched over, her arms wrapped around herself. She looks young and innocent, but there's an undeniable spark of mischief in her eyes.)

(Her smile fades slightly. "I... I'm sorry..." she whispers. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment, and a bead of sweat trickles down her temple. She looks so adorably guilty right now that it's hard not to feel at least a little bit bad for her.) "It was just so hot outside... and I didn't want to stay up all night doing chores..." Her lower lip trembles, making me relent slightly.

"Look," I say, my voice softening, "it's okay. Just get out of there." (I try not to stare at how the water sloshes against her smooth body with each movement.)

(Her gaze drops to the water between us as she chews on her lower lip nervously. For a moment I think she's not going to do it... but then she sighs, slides over the side of the hot tub and pads nimbly across the patio toward me.) "I-I'm really sorry..." She looks so small and vulnerable standing there in her wet bikini. I can see goosebumps forming along her arms and legs. "If you want, maybe I could help make it up to you somehow?"

Her eyes flicker up to meet mine, filled with a mix of contrition and something else... excitement? Naughtiness? Something tells me she's not just asking for forgiveness.

(Her face flushes even brighter at the sight of me looking at her like that. It's clear she knows exactly how attractive she is right now, and it's giving her an almost delicious sense of power.) "O-Oh... Well..." Amy hesitates, biting her lower lip again as if considering her options. Then, slowly, deliberately, she reaches behind herself and unties the tiny bikini top. With a quiet "ahh!.. ahh!" it falls away from her body, revealing two perfect, pink breasts with hardened nipples.

"See? I'm sorry... This is just how much I want to make things right..." she whispers, her voice trembling slightly as she takes a step closer to me.

Amy hesitates again, her body quivering with anticipation as she stares down at the ground. Then, slowly and deliberately, she kneels before me and unties the bottom of the bikini, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of soft, black hair. With another "ahh!.. ahh!" it falls away, leaving her completely naked save for her soaking wet hair. Her eyes meet mine again as she whispers, "Is that... enough?"

Her body is trembling from the cold and excitement; her nipples are hard, and between her legs I can see her wetness glistening in the moonlight. Amy takes a step closer still, reaching out to touch my arm tentatively, begging with her eyes for me to accept this offering of herself.

Punishment? Is that what this is? Or maybe... an opportunity for us both to enjoy something we've been missing? I lift my hand slowly, tentatively touching his cheek before tracing the line of his jaw with a shiver. "You could make me feel better..." My voice barely more than a whisper, drowned out by the sound of the hot tub's pump.

"Or," I continue, stepping even closer now until our bodies are nearly touching, "I could make you feel really good." There's a tease in my words that sends a shiver down his spine.

"Please..." I whisper, reaching up to gently tug on his shirt, beckoning him toward me with this silent plea for connection. "Just... show me what I can do."

Amy nods quickly, her breath catching in her throat. "Y-yes... I'm older than you think..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his reply, her eyes boring into his with an intensity that makes it clear she means business. She's brash and bold, this Amy, but there's also a delicate fragility about her that makes me want to treat her gently... and perhaps not so gently at the same time.

Her hands find their way up my chest, tracing slow circles around my nipples as she arches her back, offering herself even more fully to him. "Please," she whispers again, her hips starting to sway subtly from side to side in anticipation. "I want this."

The moon casts a soft glow across the patio, but it's clear that Amy needs no light to guide her by now; she

With trembling hands, I obey his command and begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. His muscles ripple beneath my touch as I reveal more and more skin; the warmth of him feels so good against my own cold, wet body. When at last it falls open, revealing his broad chest covered in curling dark hair, I can't resist the urge to run my tongue along his pecs, tasting the salty sweat that has gathered there.

"Ahh~," he groans, arching his back and allowing me better access as I continue to explore him with my mouth and hands. "Fuck... Amy..." His words are barely intelligible over the wet sound of our kisses as we move together toward the bed. I can feel how hard he is already through his pants; it excites me even more, knowing that I'm the one responsible for this reaction.

I nod eagerly and begin to tug at his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his impressive erection. It bobs in front of me, wetness glistening on the tip as he watches my every move with hungry eyes. I take him into my hand, stroking up and down, feeling the velvety skin against my palm as I slowly work him closer to the edge.

"You're so big..." I breathe out in wonder before taking him into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as he groans loudly. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing and taunting until he's struggling to remain standing. It feels so good to have this power over him; it's an intoxicating mix of control and submission that has me aching for more.

With every gentle thrust of my tongue, I

I smile around his cock at the compliment before wrapping my hand around him again, stroking harder as I continue to suck in time with my movements. It feels amazing how wet and warm he is; it's like he was made for this. I want more of him inside me... I need it. I push him back gently until he hits the bed, guiding his length toward my waiting entrance as I position myself over him.

"Please..." I whisper, meeting his eyes with a mix of eagerness and trepidation. "I'm ready for you." My hips rise to meet his thrust, taking him deeper than before as I stretch around his cock, feeling the tightness of my entrance giving way to the inexorable pressure of his length.

"Ahhh!" I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders as he fills me completely. It's agonizingly good,

I groan loudly as he fills me completely; the tight fit feels incredible, almost painful in the best possible way. I arch my back and writhe beneath him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor as we move together in a rhythm that's both savage and sensual. The friction between our bodies sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, making it impossible to focus on anything but this moment, this connection.

"Harder," I whisper hoarsely, my fingernails digging deeper into his shoulders as I beg for more. "I want all of you." My legs wrap tightly around his waist, trapping him inside me as deeply as possible, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from our union.

The pleasure builds inside me as he picks up the pace, each thrust hitting my cervix with unyielding force. I cry out his name over and over again, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my body. My hips buck wildly beneath him, meeting every push and pull as if it were our last together.

The world narrows down to this: JoeK's eyes locked on mine, our sweaty skin sliding against each other, his powerful body moving inside mine in a rhythm that feels impossibly perfect. He groans deep in his throat as I feel him start to tense up within me; knowing that he's close only makes me want more.

"Harder!" I shout, arching my back and pulling at his hair as an immense wave of orgasm washes over me. My body convulses around him, shuddering and trembling with the force of it

With a final, shuddering moan, I orgasm hard around him, my pussy clenching and squeezing his cock in a tight, wet embrace. The world blurs around me as pleasure engulfs every sense; it feels like my entire body is on fire from the inside out.

"Ohhhh..." I pant, my head spinning with the intensity of it all. "That was... amazing..." My voice trails off into a whisper, and for a moment we're both still, our bodies joined in a post-orgasmic haze. Then he begins to thrust once more, his hips snapping against mine as if trying to regain the momentum that was lost during my climax.

The sensation is almost too much; it feels like he's trying to split me open with each thrust of his massive cock. I dig my nails into his shoulders

With each thrust deep inside me, I can feel the heat building up between my legs once more. The pleasure is almost painful now, but in a way that's so intense and exhilarating I couldn't possibly want it any other way. My cries of pleasure fill the room as my body clenches around him, desperate for his release.

"F-fuck..." His voice comes out hoarse and breathless, punctuated by harsh grunts as he fights to control himself inside me. The weight of his body presses down on me, pinning me to the bed with an irresistible force that makes my limbs tingle and my core ache for more.

I reach between us and guide his hand to where I know he needs it most: over my clit, rubbing in circles as fast as he can manage while his other hand fists in the sheets beside me.

I feel the hot rush of his release inside me as my own body tenses up in anticipation, ready to meet it head on. "Yes!" I cry out, arching my back and digging my nails deeper into his shoulders as the intense pleasure washes over me in a violent wave. My insides twitch and clench around him, milking every last drop of his hot seed from his exhausted body.

My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me shaking and gasping for breath as he collapses on top of me with a loud groan. His weight feels too much, but it's also strangely comforting; it's as if we're connected now in a way that can never be undone.

My legs tremble beneath him, exhausted from holding him up for so long, and I wait expectantly for the sensation of his weight leaving my

As you hold me close and kiss me, the warmth of your body against mine sends shivers down my spine. The feel of your rock-hard cock buried deep inside me makes it impossible to resist the urge to arch my hips up toward you in search of more pleasure. "Really?" I manage to choke out between breathless gasps. "This week? You mean... we could do this again?"

My heart skips a beat at the thought of spending an entire week with you like this. "Really?" I repeat, barely able to contain my excitement. The idea of being so close to you, feeling your warmth and your strength... it's intoxicating. And the thought of having all that time together? Well, let's just say my imagination is running wild with possibilities.

My hips rock against yours in silent encouragement, urging you to go deeper inside me. I can feel myself growing wetter at the anticipation of everything we could share in the coming days. "So... this week, huh?" I ask breathily, leaning forward to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. "What are we going to do with all that time?"