As soon as the door closed we looked at each other and with a cheeky grin began striping our clothes off. It was a balmy February evening and the spa had been prepared earlier; the bubbles beckoned us to come indulge. Chris has spared no expense in treating us to the best luxury money could buy, the Royal Suite was a luscious penthouse apartment with all the modern comforts and it was our plan to enjoy every table, chair, bed space available. The trail of clothes seemed childlike but we … no time slipping into the hot and steamy water. Chris’ eyes were already all over my body, that glint of lust in his eyes. We sat opposite each other spying on the delights of the other through the water.
There was a knock on the door, “Room service. Your champagne Sir”
Chris smiled deviously at me, “Come in please”. I sat myself up a little so that the edge of the water danced on my nipples lightly.
The staff member was very good at recomposing himself quickly after showing a flush of red at the sight of us naked in the spa. “Champagne Sir.” He repeated, “Where shall I leave it for you?”