He opened the door to the room and walked in and turned on the light. She followed him in and looked around. To the left was the bathroom, and in front of them was a kitchenette. As she moved through the room, there was a queen-size bed to her left, fireplace to the right and at the end of the room was the 7 ft. Whirlpool tub, sitting up on a pedestal with blinded windows surrounding it. Down from the pedestal and to the left was a door, beyond which the river rumbled past, carrying ice cold water of mountain snow runoff.
She turned to him and walked towards him smiling. When she got to him she put her arms around him and whispered in his ear "This is perfect....thank you." He looked at her, smiled and bent down and kissed her deeply, lingering, before pulling away. He went to the car and brought in their bags.
Once settled, he pulled a bottle of wine from the small frig and produced 2 glasses. He led her over to the fireplace and put the bottle and glasses down. He spread a blanket out in front of the fireplace and invited her to sit. He then poured a glass and handed it to her, and poured himself a glass and placed the bottle on the fireplace ledge.
He put his hand to her jaw and turned her face towards him and leaned in towards her and kissed her softly. She responded passionately, parting her lips slightly to allow his tongue to probe her mouth. As he kissed her more deeply, his hand moved to her hair and undid the clip she had holding her hair up with. Her blonde curls fell from the top to lie gently over her shoulder. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face in a handful of her soft shiny hair. His senses drank in the fresh smell of her and the feel of her. He found his way back to her mouth and plunged his tongue into her causing a moan to escape her. His hand left her hair and traced an invisible trail to the crevice in her neck, where he felt her pulse beating rapidly. His fingers traced slowly downward to the swell of her breast, where they traced more invisible lines. His fingers slipped beneath her bra in search of her nipple. Once he found it he rubbed his index finger over it gently, feeling the nipple become erect beneath his touch. His fingers searched for the other nipple and brought it to erectness also. The rapid rise and fall of her chest told him she was excited. He didn't want it all over in a whoosh, so he removed his hand and held her chin for one last kiss.
"Shall we indulge in a bath together?" he asked her. Unsure of what sounds might escape her lips she just nodded. He got up and went over to start the bath. While he was doing that she arose and went to her bags and withdrew her white terry robe and proceeded to the bathroom to put it on. He retrieved their glasses and the bottle of wine and brought them over to the tub. He then went to his bag of goodies and retrieved clove soap and a sponge and an assortment of candles. He placed the candles around the tub and lit them. Looking at the romantic scene in front of him, he was pleased. He walked to the closet, removed and hung up his clothes and proceeded to the tub. He climbed in as the steam rolled off the surface.
A few moments she came out with her white terry robe and her hair piled atop her head. She walked slowly through the room, smiling at him the entire way. Once she arrived at the tub, she stopped and took hold of her bathrobe tie and slowly undid it. Once undone she slipped out of the protection of the robe and let it fall to her feet, and then she slowly descended into the tub. He admired her beautiful physique. Her long slender legs meeting at the blonde V. Her flat stomach pointed upwards to her full breasts that were begging to be caressed. Her delicate neck and soft face were surrounded by the mass of blonde hair lying seductively on her head.
