Rachel let out a quiet sigh of contentment as she slipped into the hot tub. She settled comfortably onto the built-in seat and watched as Steve stepped down into the tub alongside her. She kept her eyes on him as he poured a glass of wine from the bottle she had placed nearby. The sound of wine flowing mixed with the sound of the steaming water still running from the tap. She admired Steve's body as he poured a second glass; it was firm and well-toned, the shape of the underlying muscle highlighted by the early evening shadows. As he turned towards her, her gaze wandered across his face, taking in a neatly trimmed goatee and a handsome face framed by short, dark hair. But what she noticed most of all was his eyes, their usual brown appearing almost black in the diminishing light.
"There you go hun." Steve's voice broke through Rachel's pleasant daydream. He held forth a glass, which she took, her fingers lightly brushing his. She murmured her thanks as they touched glasses, then slowly drank, the slight chill of the wine contrasting with the heat of the tub.
"Isn't this great?" She asked.
"It sure is." Steve replied, adding "I'm glad you thought of it," as he leaned back against the edge.
As they sipped their wine and chatted about the day Steve's eyes moved over Rachel's body. She had brown, shoulder-length hair, and hazel eyes, green flecked in a way invisible until the light caught them. Her lips were full and sensual, and her skin was lightly freckled in a way she didn't like, but which he found quite fetching. He remembered how soft and smooth her skin was to touch, and the feel of her body's curves under his fingers...
"What time do you think she'll arrive?"
"Mmm..." Steve's mind took a moment to catch up, "Oh! Jennifer. I s'pose she'll get here soon." He said, thinking back to the final e-mail he had received, the one confirming the liaison they had arranged for tonight.
Before either of them could say anything further the sound of knocking came from the front door of the motel unit.
"Ah!" exclaimed Rachel, "That must be her; I'll go let her in." As she got out of the tub Steve flashed her a grin and turned to fill a third glass, topping up the others when he was done.
Rachel finished wrapping a robe around her bikini clad figure just as she arrived at the door. She opened it and greeted the dark-haired young woman standing outside: "Hi, you must be Jennifer." The woman nodded and Rachel continued, "Nice to meet you, please come in." She ushered Jennifer through the door saying, "We were just wondering when you'd get here. Come out the back and meet Steve."
"O.K. Sure." Jennifer replied.
They walked through a short hallway, passing the bathroom on the right, before they came to the bedroom and the sliding door into the rear walled courtyard.
Steve looked up as the door slid open. Rachel spoke, "Steve this is Jennifer."
"Nice to meet you Jennifer." He said pressing her pro-offered hand between his.
"It's nice to meet you both too," replied Jennifer, "I've been looking forward to it."
"Great. Why don't you get changed and join us?" said Steve.
"Good idea." said Rachel, "I'll show you the bathroom if you like."
"O.K," came the response, "That tub looks wonderful."
After Jennifer had changed they all settled into the tub. Jennifer accepted a glass of wine and they chatted; Rachel seated to Jennifer's left, Steve on her right side. The girls did most of the talking and with Steve keeping the glasses filled any nervousness soon disappeared. By the time the three had polished off most of the second bottle the girl's conversation had become quite animated; they leaned closer together and giggled at each other's stories. By contrast Steve was relaxing quietly to one side, enjoying the heat, the wine, and the sight of the two partially clad women. He idly compared the two: the wine and warmth had loosened them both up, though Jennifer was still the quieter and more submissive of the pair. They were both pretty and of average height, but Jennifer's figure was slight compared with Rachel's fuller breasts and hips, and her hair was cut much shorter in an almost boyish style.
He noticed Jennifer rubbing her neck with her free hand - "Have you got a stiff neck Jennifer?"
"Yeh," she replied, "and my shoulders are kinda tight too."