Well lubricated with the better part of two bottles of ice cold champagne and a tiny bit of raspberry framboise, I unbuckle my belt, slip my jeans over my hips and push them down until they fall in a puddle around my feet. I can already feel the chill through the glass door, but I’m drunk and horny and I don’t care. I pull my shirt over my head, throw my bra into the pile on the floor along with my panties. I’m naked, bare flesh prickling in the chill air. Deep breath, and I grab the bottle of wine, the glasses, push open the door and I’m rushing through the cold night air, shivering as the light rain drops onto my nude body, trying to get the cover off the hot tub before my courage deserts me.
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