true story about a fun at the spa
A NIGHT AT THE SPA
The gravel crunched under my tires as we pulled into a dark empty car park. After a long week at work I had booked a spa evening for me and my fiancée April planning to relax and unwind. We stepped out of the car into the frigid November air I locked it behind me and followed April toward the spa. April was visibly shivering her normally ivory skin turned a rosy pink that I could make out even in the low light of the carpark. She looked beautiful her long blonde hair up in a bun showering of her lovely neckline, her red Cath Kidston glasses were hiding her amazing blue eyes. Tonight, she was in a pair of black high waisted skinny jeans that showed of her long legs, a white Levi t-shirt and form fitting black leather jacket. As we walked into the lobby I could help staring at her tight ass in those jeans, thinking to myself what I lucky man I was. We went up to the counter and rang the bell after a few minutes of waiting a young girl came out of the back room to meet us. “welcome to the garden spa how can I help you tonight?” she asked with a smile. “hey, I booked to use the spa for me and my partner tonight, looks a little quite.” I reply looking through a window in the lobby to the pool in the next room. “yeah actually you guys are our only booking tonight. As she was speaking, she typed on the pc in front of her “there you are all booked in if you need anything will be n the back room just doing some paper work have fun!” she said waving us in the spa. We had been here before but never this late and never on our own. “see you in a sec” April said giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before heading into the changing room to get her bikini on.