Jen and I drove up the California coast to the small bed and breakfast where we would be spending the night. The occasional breaks in the conversation seemed more dramatic given the fact that Jen and I would be making love for the first time tonight. There is the added tension that we never really said we would be having sex, just that in talking about the trip it seemed pretty clear. Even though we had spent the night together in each others beds before tonight was going to be different. Jen was now describing this trip as sleeping together. What made it ever more interesting is that despite being 27 years old Jen was still a virgin.
I had been dating Jennifer for about five months. Jen was from small town on the Oregon coast but had been living in San Francisco for many years before I met her. She is tall and slim with big bright blue puppy dog eyes and blond hair that curls slightly as it reached her shoulders. Jen has a very attractive body, average hight with a slightly skinny and somewhat delicate look and has kind of shy awkwardness about her.
We drove up the gravel road to the bed and breakfast. The building which had the typical quaint sea side cottage look you would expect looked like it could have been a large home at one time and sat on a hillside over looking the ocean.
We got out of the car and stretched a little as we admired the view before going inside. I admired the view of the ocean as well as the view of Jen's body as she stretched her arms behind her which pulled the material of her shirt tight against her pear sized breast. I took her by the hand as we walked inside.
The reception area/ breakfast room of the inn hand a number of tables by a window over looking the woods nearby , a large fire place with a small fire crackling away and a small reception desk behind which one of the inn keepers was sitting. The woman looked up from what she was doing and warmly greeted us.
"You must be Tom," she said.
"Yes," I replied a little surprise that she know who I was since I made the reservation via email. But she explained that only three of the five rooms in the inn were booked for that night and the other two guess had already checked in.
After checking us in she showed us to our room which was at the end of a short hallway right off the main room. Siskiyou the sign on the door read. With only five rooms I guess there is no need for numbers. The room was large and very nicely decorated in northwest lodge type fashion, There was a king sized four poster bed, a coffee table, love seat and a couple of chairs as well as French doors leading out to a small balcony over looking the Pacific Ocean. The bathroom was equally large with everything you would expect in a nice bed and breakfast with the addition of a large whirlpool tub set into a bay window which opened on to the same view of the ocean.
As we walked into the bathroom Jen gave my hand a squeezes as she excitedly notice the tub. "Ooh look at that tub. You did not mention that," Jen said.