"I'm sorry." Samantha leaned over and gently stroked his cock.
"It comes with this badge," he warned.
"You don't have to tell me. My father was a cop."
"Was?"
She nodded with a look of sadness filling her bright eyes. Grant felt her stroking hand tense on his prick shaft. "He started drinking to forget the stress. Even on duty. One night, he walked into a liquor store to buy another pint. There was an armed robbery going down, and he caught two barrels of buckshot before he could even think to draw his gun."
"Hey, I'm the one who should be feeling sorry for you." He put his hand over hers and squeezed it softly.
"No, let's quit feeling sorry for each other and have fun. I'm really anxious to try out that sunken tub. That is, if you think we have time."
"We've got plenty."
Samantha wiggled her hand free and walked into the bathroom to start water running into the tub. "Do you think the lieutenant really believed that line of shit you gave him?"
"Probably not. He didn't get to be a lieutenant by being stupid. But I think he's relieved that you and I are getting along. He'll give us same slack."
"One cop always looks out for another," she remarked.
"If we don't look out for each other, nobody else will."
"Why don't you come here and look out for me?" She slid into the tub and gave a long sigh as the water came up around her legs.
"Sure… that's what partners are for." Grant eased down into the tub. There was a curved tile seat along one side. He pulled up close to her and rested a hand on her thigh as the water climbed high enough to cover her silvery spread of cunt hair.
"It has one of those jet-pump things that swirls the water around," she said.
She reached out and turned it on. Warm, soothing bubbles stirred the surface and churned around them both. She felt beneath the foam and found the soft, floating length of his cock. She began to stroke it with a slow, relaxing motion of her hand.
"That's better than any electric pump," Grant said.
"I should have sucked your prick before the water got so deep." It was lapping at the nipples of her tits. The steaming vapor rose and started her silver-blonde curls going limp. They hugged her pretty face like a veil.
Grant shut the water off and leaned back to savor the joys of her anxious hand. It surged up and down, creating waves all over the surface.
"I don't care how deep the water is. I'm going to suck your big cock anyway." She gulped a breath and sank her head toward his crotch. Her hair glistened among the bubbling waves and slipped out of sight.
"Huuuunnnngh!" Grant groaned! He couldn't see clearly through the stir of bubbles, but he could feel her lips close around his cock head. Her tongue teased around the bulging rim and down onto his hard prick shaft.
The beat of the swirling water and the stroke of her hand combined to give him another giant hard-on. After the doubts he'd had about his manhood, this latest erection was sheer delight.
Samantha felt weightless beneath the surface. Her head could rise as effortlessly as a bubble. She held her breath and lapped her way down his prick again. The heated water softened his cock hair. It felt as sleek as wet fur against her sucking lips.
"Hhhmmmmm," she purred, but Grant couldn't hear the sound. It came from her lips as sparkling bubbles that rose and burst.
He began to wonder how long Samantha could hold her breath. It seemed she'd been down a long time – long enough to make his cock swell aching-hard again. He could feel his fucker throb with new vigor in the snug wet tube of her throat.
Samantha kept bobbing in a strange world of weightless joy, gliding her lips up and down until her lungs burned with a need for air. That added to her eerie sense of bliss. Her mind became fogged for lack of oxygen, her thoughts limp and tangled as the silvery hair that flashed around her face.
Grant had left his digital watch on the rim of the tube. He watched the seconds flash on the display. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. And she'd been down at least that long before he started keeping track.
A full minute passed, and he began to worry. The pull of her lips and the wave-like pulses in her throat had a light and dreamy feel. He groaned, loving the way she sucked his prick in and went gliding back with a feathery touch.
"Hhhhaaaaa!" she gasped, popping up without warning. "Hhhooooo!" She gulped in cooling breath. "That was so much fun, I almost passed out!"
"Hhhmmmm, yeah… me too, and I could breathe."
Dripping beads of water flashed in the silver ringlets that framed her face. They weren't as bright as her leering grin. "Now that your prick is big and hot, let's try a submarine fuck. My pussy should be really tight with all the oils and jism steamed away!"
"You horny little toad!"
She giggled with girlish delight and turned to face him with her legs spread, letting herself down slowly on the upraised shaft of his cock. She gripped his broad shoulders for support, wincing when she felt the heat and stiffness of his cock.
Grant gave a moan of mixed pleasure and pain. "Goddamn, your little pussy is tighter than a virgin's!"
"And hotter too, I'll bet." The heat from the near-scalding bath seemed to be seeping in through ever pore.
"Yeahunnnngh! I'm not even sure I can get the damn thing in."
"Hhhhuuuuummm, you'll manage. Hhhooo, there. I must have half of your cock in me now." Her eyes clamped shut with the strain and pleasure of delight.
Water had not reached into the depths of her cunt. Grant felt the slick warmth of fuck honey flowing around the knob of his cock. "Aaahhhh," he sighed, slipping his hands beneath the cheeks of her ass. He lifted her, amazed by how easy it was with the water supporting most of her weight.
He dragged his cock almost all the way out, then curled his fingers in the domes of her ass and pulled her down again.
"Gruuuunnngh! Somebody just torpedoed my submarine!" she gasped.
He let her writhe and twist almost weightlessly on the shaft of his cock. She threw her shoulders back to change the angle and feel his rigid prick press on different nerves.
"This is a great way to fuck!" she cried.
"Any way is great with you!" Grant found himself so near rapture that he wondered if Veronica could ever excite or satisfy him again. And then he decided that that didn't matter. He had a cop's fatalistic view… fuck tonight because tomorrow you might get your ass shot off.
"I wish I could move faster. The force of the water slows me down."
"Let's see what we can do about that." He clapped one hand above on the creamy taper of her thigh. He could drive her down with that and reach the nub of her clit with his fingertip.
"Oooohhhhhhhoooo!" she thrilled. New shocks of joy began as soon as he touched that little clit.
He spread his other hand beneath her ass to lift her up. One hand was plenty with the water to help lift her lithe body. The tip of his middle finger slipped into the crack of her ass and pressed on its snug, puckered rim.
"Huuunnngh! Shit! Hhhhmmmm, not my ass too!"
"That's just the tip of my finger. Wait until I fuck your sexy little ass." He wiggled his finger into her shit hole until the second knuckle was inside.
Samantha cringed not sure whether it was tingling pleasure or the first warning of pain she felt. "Do you really want to fuck my ass?" she asked in a quaking voice.
"I want to fuck you every way it can be done."
"But fucking ass is a felony in this state," she reminded him with a lewd grin. She had decided it was pleasure she felt – sharp, stabbing joy.
"SO arrest me… I'll plead insanity. I'm crazy for you, Sam."
"I can tell! Huuuunnnngh!"
He had his finger all the way up her ass now, and the other one was spinning around on her clit while he lifted her up and down on his stiff cock.
Her rocking up and down sloshed waves all over the surface. Water splashed over the rim of the tub and ran lazily across the floor. She grunted deep in her throat, still able to taste his cum. Each gulping breath of steaming vapor she took seemed to freshen the spicy tang.