The sun shines through my window. I squint, roll over, and I am disappointed to find that you have slipped away in the night and once again left a note. I unfold the paper and read.

“Thank you for the amazing night.   You, my friend, light my fire but we are about to quench that desire. Pack your board shorts, check your phone and be ready to go at 10 and I am going to get you wet for a change.”

I’m a little annoyed by just a note, but the promise of seeing you today made me smile. I found my phone and saw a picture message from you. I open it to find your sultry body in a bikini, the bottom of the top pulled up to reveal the bottom of your breast and a hint of your nipple. The text just reads, “Wanna jump in with me?” Annoyance gone, I jump in the shower and then I pack my towel and throw on my board shorts just in time to hear a ping on my phone. It’s another picture message, this time a shot of your bottoms from under your wrap as you sit in your car. The text says, “I am waiting, not nice to keep me waiting meet me out front N-O-W.” I hustle out the door to see your car waiting. Heart racing, I climb into your car. 

“Oh honey, honey, honey, slow down. First things first.” You lean into me, our lips meet, my body jolts with energy, heart racing faster, our tongues find each other and then you pull away.

Your eyes glowing, you look at me and say, “My dear, we are going to the hot springs pool for a day of complete relaxation away from the world, my thanks to you for such an amazing night.” With that, we’re off.

“You’ve been quite busy already, getting your car and sneaking out of my place like a thief. I am going to have to put an ankle bracelet on you,” I quip. 

“Ahhh, yeah sorry about that, things to do, you know. A lady can’t be tied down. And ‘thief?’ You are exactly right, have you checked your wallet? You are crazy if you think I am financing our little outing today!” she chuckles.

We speed along the highway with light conversation about her thievery skills and talk of the storm and our Latin dancing. We reach the little mountain town and make our way to the hot springs pool, the pungent scent of sulfur growing stronger as we get closer. It is crowded, and in the coolness of the fall day, steam rises from the water. We find a couple chairs and you take your wrap off. I stand and watch as you unveil your bikini. Your curves put me in a trance and all sorts of thoughts flash through my mind. Our spot staked out, we jump into the steaming warmth.

The mist is almost eerie, as we can hear voices coming from around us but can only see about 5 feet in front of us. You take my hand and we