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 move through the mist. The pool is filled with all sorts of people, old and young, fat and skinny, playful and relaxing.   We make our way through the pool and in front of us is a couple. She is wearing a small, silver bikini, with her nipples noticeably hard. You turn to me and with a sly devious smile whisper in my ear, “I could just eat her up.” I stammer and try to say something, knowing my jaw is gaping open. I can’t say a word and you giggle. I don’t know if you are serious or not, but it creates racing visions in my head. 

You lead me to a quiet corner of the pool. The warm water soaks deep into our skin.  You sit behind me, your legs around me as you rub my shoulders. Your hands slide from my shoulders to my back, kneading each muscle. You feel them tighten, then release. I feel your warm breath on my neck as you lean into me and whisper, “This is thank you for last night.” Your hands glide to my stomach and slowly start tracing the top of my shorts until your hand slides underneath them. You take me in your hand and you gently play until you feel me getting harder. “Hmmm I like you hard,” your sultry voice whispers. Your hand moves down to my balls and gently cups them. Your other hand moves into my shorts and begins to stroke me slowly. You hear me gasp. You press your body into my back and I can feel your breasts against me; your legs wrap around me and slightly pull my legs apart as you rest your feet on my inner thighs. Your hand moving faster, you kiss my neck, moving up to my ear. “I can’t wait to taste you later.” Your hand slows and each finger explores my hardness. Lightly teasing it, you can feel it growing harder. “Do you have any idea how wet you make me?” you whisper into my ear. Your hand begins moving faster up and down my hardness, you feel my body start to tense and you whisper, “Yes, yes, please come for me.” I shake, jerk, relax and fall back into you.   “I can’t wait to get you on dry land.” Your hands move to my chest and you pull me close. You begin to rub my shoulders, neck, and head.

“I am going to go to sleep if you keep doing that, and I have developed a severe case of sleeping around you,” I say with a little smile.

I turn so I am facing you and you wrap your legs and arms around me.

“Every time I fall asleep around you, I wake up with a just a note and you have vanished.”

Immediately your face tenses and your eyes show deep thought. I can feel the weight of the moment come down on us. The rest of the pool disappears and it is just us. You try to speak, but something won’t let you.

“Come on talk to me,” I assure you and draw you close to me.

You fall into me and I take you in my arms. Your head on my shoulder, your voice vulnerable, you say: “Thank you for last night, thank you for the past couple weeks, you are an amazing man and I feel lucky to have met you.”

You draw back and look at me and I can see your eyes welling.
“You are fabulous. I feel exactly the same. I have had an incredible time with you. There is just something intangible, something unexplainable about us,” I say with a sincere smile, looking into your eyes.

You smile back and then your face changes and I can feel you reach out. “Can I trust you?”

You lean into me, my arms wrapping around you and in almost a whisper barely loud enough for me to hear above the pool chatter you say, “No, I mean really trust you, trust you with my heart. I can’t stay over because I know one day I will wake up and find you gone. I have lost too many people I care about in my life and I can’t let you be one of them. That is why I can’t stay the night.”

A tear starts to fall. I pull you into me and cradle your sorrow. I hold you, then I pull away, take your face in my hands and look at you.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I am falling deep in love. You’re scared and I know that I am scared too, but our hearts always speak to us, and if we just listen we know what is right and wrong, and I know this is right. I can’t explain it, something intangible that permeates my very being. I can’t promise to be perfect and I can’t promise to always make you smile, but I can promise that in the morning when you wake up I will always be there.”

Your lips curl into a little smile. “In the immortal words of ABBA, take a chance, take a chance on me,” I say, and you giggle.

You pull me into you and whisper, “Are you real? If you are, I want to wake up with you.”

The rest of the day we soak in the pool and make observations about the people who pass through the mist. We take fashion notes as we watch mullets, denim cut-offs, and half-shirts pass by us.

With the sun sinking on the horizon, we decide it is time to go. You ask me to drive because you are tired from the day and the pool. I climb into the driver’s seat and we set out back to the city. Soon the sun is gone and the headlights are bright on the pavement running beneath the wheels. You lean over and kiss my neck as your hand finds my inner thigh.

Your voice thick with sensuality, you say: “Remember last night when I was tied up and couldn’t do anything to you? Well, paybacks are a bitch, my friend.” And with that, you lean back in your seat, placing one leg across my lap and the other on the dashboard. Your fingers move over your belly and just above your damp suit, sliding over your sex. Your other hand moves your top aside to reveal a hard nipple. You start to pinch and tease it while your hand slides your bikini aside. In the glow of the dashboard I can see your glistening wetness. I can feel my hardness rising as I try to watch the road and you at the same time. Your other hand moves down and fingers slide in and you make a slight moan. One set of fingers slides in and out while the other circles your swollen clit. They move faster and your moans become louder; even from the driver’s seat I can feel your body building to climax. Your slick fingers slide deep until your legs shake and your body releases a loud moan.

You smile. “It might not have been fair but it was oh so good, and a smart boy would have found a place to pull over by now.”

The speedometer hits 87 and I find the next exit. There is a parking lot to a major supermarket. I pull into the back of the parking lot, trying to stay out of the light, but not really caring all that much. I stop the car and undo my seatbelt, and you slide my shorts down and straddle me. I take the back of your head and pull you to my lips, and we meet in a deep kiss. Your hand finds my hardness and guides me in. You move slowly. Your silken wetness surrounds me. Your hips gyrate and roll. My hips are moving with yours, meeting your every move. You lean back with your arms behind you, pushing your breasts out, your hard nipples pointing straight at me, your hands holding onto the steering wheel behind you to give you leverage. You start moving up and down on me hard and fast, the slap of our bodies colliding in the cab of the car. My eyes are wide open, watching your breasts bouncing in front of me as you slide up and down. The build-up from watching you next to me in the car and now you moving up and down is too much, and I explode deep inside of you. You fall forward and my arms wrap around your back as I try to catch my breath. You lean back and give me a small kiss and a smile and move back to your seat.

You smile.  “Home, Jeeves.”

I start the car, you take my hand and we cut through the night finding our way back to the bright lights of the city.

“Well, I don’t have any other clothes,” you say with a little smile but I can tell there is a hint of hesitation.

“Tell you what.  I have the world’s most comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, and it is a documented fact that I make the world’s best waffles so don’t you worry your pretty head and come in.” I smile and take your hand.

“Ooooohh. With an offer like that how can I refuse?  But you have to promise me you’ll follow through.”

I squeeze your hand a little tighter.  “I promise, and I even promise that you will love the waffles.”

I park the car and lead you inside. We change out of our clothes and into warm sweats and t-shirts and crawl into my bed, where you lay your head on my chest.  My arms wrap around you and we drift away.