East Heaven
The sleek, long black car, blacked-out windows reflecting the overhead yellow lights, slips through the darkened street, engine rumbling evenly under the grooved hood. She perches upright on the black leather passenger seat, stomach muscles tight and tense, and reaches down to flip the glowing orange switch that turns on the seat heater, sending instant warmth through her skinny butt and thin thighs.
Glancing over at him, sitting tall and silent at the wheel of his purring car, curly mop of dark hair silhouetted against the outside lights, strong jaw outlining his masculine face, a shivers runs through her with the brief thought of where they are going. The leather seats have become a touch more than warm, and she feels her vagina respond with a slight pulsing.
As if on cue, he turns towards her and smiles coyly, "you look hot tonight," he says. Blushing, feeling the heat rise into her face and then race down into her crotch, she stammers something about how he did too, and turns to look out the window at the passing night. A few more minutes pass and they are at their destination.
He pulls the shiny black car effortlessly in tight next to the stout curb. Turning to each other, she giggles lightly and he smiles broadly. "Are you ready?" he asks her hesitatingly.
"Yes," she quietly says out loud, while inside her whole body is crying out with a resounding YES!!
Her earthy green dress swings around her delicate ankles as she walks towards the heavy wood and glass door. Pulling it out for her, they enter the big brick building and are immediately surrounded by the warm, steamy, chlorine-scented humidity that can only come from a hot tub. They are at East Heaven. Kind and soft-spoken, the red-haired girl at the front desk directs them to a large, grey leather couch in front of a fake fireplace. They sit and she fidgets with her clothes, anxious to get in there; he is mute, she can't read his angular face, but suspects he is as excited as she is. The fire crackles and warms her toes, the night is slightly chilly, cold enough to make her nipples etch a small round outline on her flimsy cotton top.
Finally, his name is called and they are ushered out a back door and up a long spiral staircase of heavy wooden steps. The walls are of wood, and she gets the sense that they are climbing up into a fancy tree house. At the top the attendant throws open the door to reveal how East Heaven got its name.
The large, round hot tub, its wide red slats of wood held together with unbreakable iron bands, a steaming vat of hot water, looks like heaven to both of them. Surrounded by identical red decking and tall red walls, flanked by a large potted tree and a lonely single shower stall, the hot tub awaits them.
The red haired girl tells them that the lights would flash when their time was up and leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind her, which he promptly locks. Now is the time, she thinks, time to get naked, time to get naked with