Poking in the Pool

By Sam Hoode

Imagine drunk women in a spa pool at the end of a hen's night where the stripper wasn't the highlight. Except that one of the women's husband is there as well. Conversation wanders. Covetted stories are told and inner secrets are learnt ... all the while things under the water are happening quietly.

Nudity, alcohol, playing dare all conspire into an interesting evening ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sam Hoode
• Release date: Mar 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310824494

Sam Hoode

Sam lives and works in Christchurch, New Zealand. Whilst there is a 120,000 word full length novel securely hidden somewhere, Sam prefers writing short story erotica. The sort of thing that you can sit down and read within one sitting. Story lengths run from 2000-5000 words and cover mainstream erotica - nothing hard core. Sam writes in two styles, one is a the ultimate-female-fantasy series and the other is more down-to-earth-real-world-house-wife series. Hopefully one or the other will capture your attention. Feedback is welcome at [e-mail]

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Poking in the Pool – Smashwords Edition

by Sam Hoode

Copyright 2015

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I listen to the giggling girls stagger down the driveway. Being only a handful of them left from the bridal party, they’ve opted to go drinking at the local bar rather than sit around drinking at home. The husband of one of the girl’s has come to pick them up.

By all accounts, the hen’s night was a raging success and made a lot better by the obligatory stripper. But it was for all the wrong reasons. In between fits of giggling, my drunk wife had managed convey that he had been rather disappointing. Apparently, while he had a 'hot body' and an 'okay face', he couldn’t dance and his g-string looked like it needed stuffing. My wife dutifully reported that the girls laughed and cheered awkwardly. She said it was the worst ten minutes of the night and probably the most expensive. However the lack lustre lad had provided some cheap post mortem entertainment as the drunk girls tried to imitate and improve on his poor performance.

I had come around to walk Stacey home but agreed to sit down and have a few drinks with the girls that were left. We were all good friends so one drink turned into another and pretty soon they were keen to go out partying. Stacey tried to get me to go with them but it was a hen's night so I pushed them out the door and set my sights on the spa.

The spa pool is a lot warmer than I had thought it would be. I reach over and put the bubbles on a relaxing setting and sink into a bourbon. I am surprised that the rushing water and bubbles have started a boner for me. Normally it wouldn't be a good thing with other people in the spa but since it's just me, I give it a firm rub and lay back. I watch for satellites passing over and the occasional late night freight plane. Shooting stars are always a rare sight but for some reason I see three only a few minutes apart. I make a wish on the first one that my wife is home early enough and drunk enough for some drunk love making. The sort that isn't pretty but when you've been with someone long enough, you don't care. Stacey is always more 'fun' after a few wines.

The gentle hum