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Well, almost all.

“Clara, what the fuck? Is that a bullet scar?”

Allen

My eyes lit on a round scar on the backside of Clara’s arm, anger rushing through me. I didn’t know what had happened, but I had the sudden urge to find whoever had hurt her and make them pay.

“It’s fine,” she said dismissively. Lifting her arm higher to show me a matching scar on the other side of her arm she added, “The bullet went clean through the back and didn’t hit anything vital.”

Her words said ‘fine’, but her voice shook. I took several deep breaths to calm down, then moved to sit by her side, my eyes fixed on her arm. I hadn’t noticed the two scars the last time we’d been together. They would have been facing down when she laid on her back, and every other time I’d seen her she’d been dressed. But the scars looked recent, less than a few months old I’d guess.

“What happened?” I asked.

Clara scooted down into the bubbling water until her chin rested on the surface. “Wrong place at the wrong time.”

I stared at her intently until she opened her eyes and met my gaze. “Where?”

She sighed softly. “Ukraine.”

“Was that your last travel assignment?”

“Yes,” she said shortly. “Can we stop talking about this now please?”

I was fixing to argue but then she lifted herself out of the water and settled on my lap, facing me, her strong thighs squeezing against mine. One small hand reached beneath the water, and she hummed in pleasure when she grabbed my dick and realized I was already getting hard.

“Well, what do we have here?” she teased, giving me a couple of firm strokes.

Every other thought immediately left my mind, all my attention focused on her hand as she started jacking me off. Clara gave me just the right amount of pressure, instinctively picking the perfect rhythm to take me from zero to about to explode in the course of a few short minutes.

“Clara,” I gasped. “I don’t have any condoms out here.”

“Condoms don’t really work in hot tubs,” she told me, her hand continuing to stroke me. “The hot water breaks down the latex.”

God she was sexy when she talked like a doctor.

“But...”

She moved between my legs and pushed on my chest with her other hand, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Just lean back and enjoy it.”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I spread my arms to grip the edges of the hot tub, my pelvis punching up to meet her talented hand. It only took a couple more minutes before I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine. As if she sensed how close I was, Clara reached her other hand beneath me, cupping my balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.

To my astonishment, Clara pointed my dick at her breasts. I came with a shout, lifting my hips up so I could paint strands of milky white cum over the smooth skin of her pale breasts. The caveman side of me couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing her marked with my seed. When I was finally done, I sank back to the seat, my head falling to the ledge behind me, as if I’d lost the capacity to hold myself upright.

Clara stood up, grabbing a towel from the deck and wiping my jizz off her chest before lowering back down under the water with a sigh.

“That was fun.”

“I’ll take care of you as soon as I can move again,” I told her.

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes.

“Hey Allen?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you clean? No STDs?”