As she stood, she made sure she wasn't peeping out of her small, black bikini. She knew it showed off her assets very well and tried to walk with the ...legance of a catwalk model, towards the tub. She knew she was wet and the chance to get in the water would be the perfect way of hiding any evidence of the fact.The pool was warm as she stepped in, but not too much and she knew that as soon as she pressed the button to start the bubbles, it would all add to the cooling process. She sat back in. I didn’t see the beachball until it was in my face. The multi-colored beachball hit me square in the face. The shock sent me backwards and the ball rolled down, up over my bust and was caught in the “basket” my bulg- ing breasts, bellie and bent knees had made. I laid there on my back with hands grasping the beachball that lay atop my stomach. “You” I felt peculiar. “jerks?” There was a tingling within my belly. An odd sensation. A slight pressure. I. Once out of view of the public and in the confines of her carefully adopted sanctuary, rich with ambience and warmth, she knew her senses and his would be heightened and lit. He graciously removed his footwear, without her even asking. What a gentleman, she thought to herself again. Good manners and upbringing obviously. Once inside their eyes locked on each other and he studied her for a number of moments, concentrating but wordless. Ordinarily this would be cause for some degree of. You get a certain erotic charge of anticipation when you ask a girl for a lap dance, and she grabs you by the hand and leads you to the back area. I'm sure it's all part of the show, a way to maintain physical contact and forge a connection that makes you think with your dick instead of your wallet. And you know what? It works.At any rate, once Aaliyah took my hand in hers, she could have asked me to cluck like a chicken, and I would have given her my best fowl impression. As it was, she led us.