What an incredible day it had been, their car following the winding coastal highway as if it was born to be there. This trip sprung suddenly from a passing thought into reality in the course of a few short hours. Now, having parked the car, they settled into their room for the night. The hotel was a small coastal place, bright paint and fresh flowers blooming in their neatly placed spots in the gardens. Blooming splendor-reds, yellows, purple all opened to the coastal air. Their room was more of a bungalow rather than a traditional room. Attached to the back was a small, private deck perched at the top of a small cliff. The waves of the Pacific Ocean cresting and crashing on the sand below, sending luminescent sheets of salty water scurrying up the shore, only to run back to the comforts of the deep.
He was nervous, although he shouldn't be, but, none the less he was. He chuckled quietly to himself at his nervousness. Wondering, why at his age he would be nervous. He was alone with a beautiful woman, alone finally, alone at last. Perhaps that was the root of his nervousness; he desired this time to be perfect beyond perfection. Chuckling again, he smiled at the impossibility of that thought, but yearned all the same for such perfection. She deserved that perfection. The time of her life, on all fronts.
He moved quietly around the room, humming very quietly, as he was inclined to do when he was in his happy place. Lighting candles, one by one, watching each flame take light, small at first, then leaping upwards, stretching its warm light and heat into the air, he smiled. The room began to change in appearance, gradually transforming itself from gray to a golden, flickering glow. The air filling with the scent of the candles, mixing with the salty air of the ocean.
He slid the glass door open that led to the private deck. As he was carrying several lit candles, he used his elbow to push the door open. Immediately a rush of cool ocean air invaded his senses, closing his eyes he inhaled the freshness. After setting the candles all around the perimeter of a hot tub, he checked the temperature of the water. It was perfect, the water very warm, not too hot, not too cold. Bending over, he flipped the switch that activated the pump and the water immediately jumped to life as the jets roared under the water.
Going back inside, he waited for her to appear from behind the door. His heart beating hard in his chest, his hands holding two wine glasses filled with cool, white wine. After a few moments he heard the door begin to open before seeing it move. She appeared before him, wearing a long, black, silk robe, the silk rope clinging to her waist. He could see the tops of her naked breasts, revealed above the silk. His breath quickened at the beautiful sight of her.
Handing her a glass, she accepts, taking a long refreshing sip of the elixir. He does the same, still not a word exchanged between them. With his empty hand, he puts an extended finger lightly on her lips and says, "shhhhh," quietly to her. Letting his hand drop, he takes her free hand in his and leads her slowly out onto the deck.