Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet touched something soft, slimy, and at first, cold.Jason squirmed, and felt Flora squirming against him, as their feet touched something soft, slimy, and at first, cold. It quickly warmed to their body temperature though, as it slipped up their legs to their thighs. Whatever it was, it pressed firmly against their oiled bodies, squeezing them together. Jason assumed that this was the well that he had glimpsed in the center of the room. As it enveloped them further, passing their thighs and hips, Jason imagined the two of them being sucked into an enormous vagina. Soon, the squishy warmth had swallowed them up to their necks and for a moment, Jason fought panic, unwilling to have his head consumed as well. But reason prevailed, and he told himself that the air hissing into the tight-fitting helmet must be coming from a compressor of some kind. His air supply was safe. With a slight lurch, the two of them slid all the way into the tight, slippery well, the warm rubber walls pressing them closely together. Then a new sensation presented itself. The walls began to move, with slow, strong undulations. Outside, Mr. Dodds had turned on the water jets of the jaccuzi, and the rotating streams pulsed against the pair inside. Jason smiled inside his helmet, reveling in the sensations of Flora's slippery breasts and belly pressed against his, the rubber walls squeezing their tired bodies in a soft yet insistent massage. |