<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Hottub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/hottub/</link><description>Recent content in Hottub on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/hottub/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hot Tub Hijinks</title><link>/stories/2020/09/26/hot-tub-hijinks/</link><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2020 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2020/09/26/hot-tub-hijinks/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Lori giggled inside. What a wonderful idea!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She and her best friend (and roommate for the weekend) Sandy were here in the hills in a huge hot tub all alone with four really cute guys all in their early 20s just like Sandy and herself. One of them was Chuck, Sandy&amp;rsquo;s boyfriend. Everyone in the hot tub was at least pleasantly drunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They were up on a weekend leadership retreat, hanging out after classes Saturday evening. They had free time to socialize and network so a group of them had chosen to enjoy the hot tub. As the night wore on people had petered out from the pool area and the ranch house until there looked to be one or two, maybe three older people in the house visible though the huge windows in the dining area there and the six of them still out in the hot tub. The air was crisp but not really that cold yet; it wouldn’t get that cold this time of year. The beer was flowing freely and everyone was taking advantage of it. The light in the hot tub was on but the water was rolling to the point nothing could be seen under the surface of the water, but the light below provided enough light to see the faces of everyone in the hot tub. The rest of the pool area was dark so all those stars could be seen.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing</title><link>/stories/2013/03/26/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing/</link><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2013/03/26/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. They find out things about themselves that they had only suspected before that week, but might change their lives forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of &amp;ldquo;picking up The Three J&amp;rsquo;s.&amp;rdquo; Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as &amp;ldquo;The Three J&amp;rsquo;s.&amp;rdquo; In the fourth grade, Sara&amp;rsquo;s mother went to work for Julie&amp;rsquo;s mother as a cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the community as &amp;ldquo;The Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Human Interest 8</title><link>/stories/2011/03/13/human-interest-8/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/13/human-interest-8/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="human_interest7.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human Interest 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Part Eight
Chapter 14: The Welcome Wagon&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lunch as usual was served picnic-style on the lawn. Mistress Ella and Irish were just finishing their salads when the main gate creaked and squeaked as it rolled open to let the prison bus in. The bus ran quietly along the back of the parking lot and down behind the equipment barn to the consignment pony stables so as not to attract the attention of the regular ranch guests. Actually, if you didn’t know it was from the Chowchilla Correctional Facility, you couldn’t tell as the Lloyd’s Farm Equipment Rental paint scheme wouldn’t seem the least bit out of place.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Stories of Bound Friends 12: Sophia and the Giving of Thanks</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-12-sophia-and-the-giving-of-thanks/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/the-stories-of-bound-friends-12-sophia-and-the-giving-of-thanks/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="storiesofboundfriends11.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Stories of Bound Friends 11: Lea and the Consequences of Actions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12: Sophia and the Giving of Thanks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sophia sat kneeling in the bedroom of a villa suite. She wore her slave collar, her wrists were in shackles behind her and attached by an extra chain to the back of her collar. Her legs were in another set of shackles that were held by a retracted hook to the floor. The switch for the hook was on the wall, no way for her to reach it and free her legs. She wore no clothes, shiny metal studs adorned her nipples and clit, and she was blindfolded. She knew the mixed prospects of being lent out to a guest full time, given there were almost no restrictions to what a guest could do to her. They did not tell her how long it would be, but had hinted it would be multiple days.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. They find out things about themselves that they had only suspected before that week, but might change their lives forever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie, Judy, and Joan had been friends since before kindergarten. When their mothers car pooled for school events, etc, they spoke of &amp;ldquo;picking up The Three J&amp;rsquo;s.&amp;rdquo; Teachers, and most of the community soon started referring to them as &amp;ldquo;The Three J&amp;rsquo;s.&amp;rdquo; In the fourth grade, Sara&amp;rsquo;s mother went to work for Julie&amp;rsquo;s mother as a cook and housekeeper, and since her mom lived in an apartment over the garage, Sara was added to the mix. After that, they became known to their parents, teachers and most of the community as &amp;ldquo;The Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 2</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-2/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-2/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the second in this series and might make more sense if you have read &amp;ldquo;&lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing.html"&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Julie, Judy, and Joan slept until after eleven. By the time they had awakened, Sara had the cabin completely cleaned and straightened up. The Three J&amp;rsquo;s took their time showering and finally emerged into the living room around noon. They were all wearing the same light, pajama-like sweatsuits they had been wearing the previous evening before stripping down and going into the hot tub on the back deck.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 3</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-3/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-3/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing2.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Come on sleepy heads,&amp;rdquo; yelled Sara. &amp;ldquo;You told me to wake you up at 8:30 so we could hit the slopes as soon as the lifts were going. Breakfast is on the table.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Three J&amp;rsquo;s came into the kitchen wearing their nightclothes. Julie was wearing cotton pajamas, and Joan had on a long flannel nightshirt. Judy, however, was wearing a black, almost see through nightie with nothing underneath it. Her nipples puckered slightly as she walked through the cool air next to the patio doors that led to the deck. Her pubic area was completely bare, but Joan, Julie and Sara already knew that from several sessions together in the hot tub. Sara even knew that Judy must have had her bush lasered away because there was no stubble detectable to her tongue, and even the best wax job remains truly that smooth for only a day or two.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 4</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-4/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-4/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing3.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Joan was awakened by sunlight streaming through the top of the window directly onto her face. She looked sleepily at the glass and wondered why anyone would put a dark curtain across all but the top two inches of a window. Then she realized that the curtains were wide open and what she was looking at was the snow piled that deep against the front of the cabin. She found her robe at the foot of the bed and went upstairs to see who else was up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 5</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-5/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-5/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing4.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Joan and Sara were both hanging almost limp in their chains when Judy came out of the bedroom in the morning. Their bodies were covered with sweat and they were both moaning softly and rocking their hips slightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my God,&amp;rdquo; yelled Judy. &amp;ldquo;Ron, come out here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She ran over and tried to unclip Joan&amp;rsquo;s wrist cuffs. &amp;ldquo;Help me,&amp;rdquo; she yelled to Ron as he came out of the bedroom. &amp;ldquo;We have to get them down.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Three J's and an S Go Skiing Day 6</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-6/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/three-js-and-an-s-go-skiing-day-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;(story continues from &lt;a href="threejsandansgoskiing5.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three J&amp;rsquo;s and an S Go Skiing Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Six: Part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ron and Judy, Kevin and Julie, Joan and Sara were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when Ron&amp;rsquo;s cellphone rang - his regular cellphone, not the snow rescue satellite phone. He stepped away from the table to answer it and came back several minutes later looking upset.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well,&amp;rdquo; he said, &amp;ldquo;do you want the good news first or the bad news.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>