Some ten or twelve naked people were already in the bubbling water. Most of them sat around the edges chatting, but, down at my right, a dark girl was being fucked from behind by a burly man. Her forearms rested on the thighs of two men who sat on the pool’s edge. She held a penis in either hand. Her wet hair looked like rivulets of spilled ink, streaked and spread over her face. She uttered a series of glottal stops as the man behind her thrust into her. She muffled them with one cock after another. She seemed to be enjoying herself.

Behind this couple, on the opposite side of the pool, another woman, also with long dark hair, spangled and dripping with water, sat back, propped on her hands, whilst a man in the water nuzzled and worried between her legs.

“Jacuzzi,” said Paul, who was plainly as apprehensive as I. “Yep,” I said, transfixed.

He turned to go, but I was watching the woman who was being eaten, watching the muscles in the back of the man working on her. She was very slender, with pronounced bikini-lines, a pencil-line of hair at her groin and sweet, small breasts with long nipples. She was studying the ceiling, but, as I watched her, she grasped the curls on the man’s head with both hands and so was able to look forward. She caught my gaze and smiled at me as her hands and his head bobbed between her legs. It was not a come hither smile; just a smile that said, ‘Hey, hello. You look nice. Be nice to meet up later.’ It warmed and cheered me.

Encouraged, I caught up with Paul as he reached the long, sinuous bar.