As they walked out of the cigar room, Mike and Stacy found a note attached to a bottle of French Champaign chilling in a bucket on the bar. It simply said, "Lock up when you leave--Love, Angie."
Mike was holding the Champaign bottle and a couple of flutes as they started the short walk back to the inn. The autumn night was clear and the moon was bright although not yet full. The temperature had dropped a little and Stacy was wearing his jacket. He asked "Are you warm enough? It is getting a little cool out here."
"Oh, I am fine. It's not that cold."
"Well then, do you feel like a walk down by the lake?"
"Sure. That sounds great!" Stacy said thinking "How romantic!"
They strolled around behind the inn and followed a cinder path down towards the lake. The hill was a little steeper there and the path twisted and turned through a number of switchbacks. About halfway down the hill, just off the path was a small cabana next to a large hot tub. They paused for a moment, watching a young couple relaxing and talking in the warm water. A moment later they continued on down the path, smiling at each other when the heard a giggle and a loud squeal from behind them.
They soon found a wooden bench situated in a little clearing with a great view of the lake. Mike opened the Champaign and poured them each a glass. Then he toasted, "To the most incredible woman I have ever known! You have helped me experience things I could only imagine!"
Stacy was moved and unsure how to respond. She tapped her glass against his and said sweetly, "Oh Mike. You say the nicest things."
"Well, I mean every word. The last couple days have been the one of the best times in my life; I am happier now than I have been in a very long time and I owe it all to you."
Mike gently touched her face, tracing his fingers lightly over her features as if trying to memorize them by feel alone. Then he gently took her face between his strong hands and kissed her, softly and sensually; literally taking her breath away. The kiss was much more caring and affectionate than passionate and Stacy suddenly felt quite emotional. She ardently returned his kiss, clinging tightly to him as he stroked her silky hair.
When the kiss ended, Stacy gasped. "Mike, you have touched my heart in ways I can't even describe. I am so glad we found each other." She brushed his lips lightly with hers.
They sat quietly for some time, basking in the moonlight and looking into each other's eyes. Stacy snuggled closer, warding off the chilly, night air and Mike kissed her again, soft and lingering. Stacy's mouth was warm and welcoming as she returned his kiss.
Eventually, despite the warm glow from the wine and Mike's company, Stacy began to feel the chill. She said, "I think maybe we should head in."
Mike smiled and kissed her again, then drained his glass. He waited while Stacy finished hers then he took her hand and started to lead her back up the path. When they got to the cabana, they noticed that the hot tub was now empty. Stacy looked at him and grinned, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"
He protested, "We'll have to go get our suits..."
Stacy just stared at him with a devilish look on her face.
"What? O-oh! What the hell!"
They walked over to the cabana and opened the door. Inside were stacks of towels, fluffy white bathrobes, a shower, and several changing rooms.
She smiled impishly, "See, everything we need!"
They stripped off their clothes and hung them in one of the changing rooms. Mike grabbed a robe for each of them and they headed outside, laughing and giggling. Mike watched in awe as Stacy dropped her robe and slowly slipped naked into the warm water. He didn't think he would ever get tired of watching her beautiful, sexy body; marveling once again at her womanly curves, full breasts, yummy ass, and shapely legs.
Mike set the bottle and glasses within reach and then dropped his robe and climbed in beside her. He poured them each another glass of wine, then settled up against the wall and allowed the bubbly water to warm him. Stacy slid over between his legs and rested her back against his chest; the smooth silkiness of her skin felt wonderful against his own. After a few minutes they finished their wine and set the glasses aside. Mike slid a little lower in the water and slipped his arms around Stacy's waist, then slowly allowed his hands to drift upwards and cup her breasts. She sighed softly, moving her hands over top of his, gently compelling him to squeeze and massage the firm, fleshy mounds. He slowly rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until he felt the little buds stiffen.
Stacy turned her head toward Mike's and they kissed, tongues intertwined in an intricate dance. The sexual energy between them began to grow in intensity as his hands began to knead and massage her breasts with more urgency. She moaned into his mouth, needy and whimpering, their long kiss becoming more passionate.
Beneath the water, Mike felt his cock begin to rise and rub against the soft globes of Stacy's firm backside. Their kiss continued and he felt her fingers snake around his cock, sliding up and down, willing it to grow and stiffen. Gasping for air, Mike broke the kiss and laid his head back and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her soft hand on his hardening flesh.
Mike opened his eyes and glanced up at the inn. It was after midnight, but there were still lights on over the patio and in number of rooms above. Squinting through the dim light, he could see several people sitting on the patio with a clear view of the hot tub. He hadn't realized until now that they were so close to the inn.
"Stacy, there are people up there, and I think they can see us." he said quietly.
She looked up, then turned and looked into his eyes. "Ooooh! How exciting. Well, if they want to watch, I think we should try and put on a good show."
With a loud laugh Stacy pushed away and dove under the water causing a large wave to wash over the edge of the tub. An instant later Mike felt her lips surround the head of his cock; her tongue sliding over the sensitive underside, tickling and teasing it. At the same time her hands began to stoke him and cup his floating balls. He groaned and gasped as she worked his pole until it was fully hard. Luckily she didn't have to stay under too long.
With a big splash and a loud gasp, Stacy came up for air. She looked like the upper half of a mermaid, water streaming down and across her full breasts, her nipples hard and elongated.
"Oh God, Stacy..."
