"May I join you?"
I look up at the sound of your voice. I'd been lost in thought, enjoying the privacy and the roiling water of the Jacuzzi. In truth, I'd all but forgotten about the party going on in the main room of the clubhouse. I'd snuck in here when I realized nobody else wanted to use the hot tub, preferring the games and entertainment out there. That was fine with me. I'd kept the lights low and enjoyed the solitude. But there's no reason to say No to you, especially when I notice you're carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. So instead I smile and nod my head.
You walk over to where I'd discarded my sweats and coat and shoes. You kick off your own shoes and quickly slide off your jeans and remove your shirt, revealing your swimsuit. I admire your toned body as you climb into the hot tub next to me. "It was getting a little to crazy in there for me," you say by way of explanation. I nod sympathetically. "Honestly I'm surprised more people aren't in here. The invite said the pool would be open."
I shrug. "It's cold," I say. "Maybe nobody else wanted to worry about being wet when they left." You grunt in agreement as you untwist the cap on the wine bottle and fill the glasses. You hand one to me and we clink them together in a toast.
I sip the wine, letting it roll past my tongue, savoring the tart fruitiness. You drink some of yours, then lean your head back and stretch your arms along the tub's rail. You give a contented sigh, which I echo.
We sit in companionable silence for a while, sipping our drinks. I surreptitiously watch you. You are quite attractive. The combination of the wine, the jets in the water, and the subdued, almost romantic, lighting is putting ideas in my head, and I wonder what it would be like to kiss you. Instead, I drain my glass, then hold it up and ask for a refill.
Picking up the bottle, you slide closer to me and refill first my glass, then yours. You hold up your glass for another toast. With a small smile I close the distance between us even more, then I curl my arm around yours into a classic romantic toast maneuver. You chuckle as we drink. As we lower our glasses, our faces are only inches apart. We look deeply into each others' eyes. You swallow again as though nervous.
What the hell, I think, and lean in to kiss you. You freeze for just a microsecond, then kiss me back. It's a brief kiss, but surprisingly intense. I pull away only long enough so we can disentangle our arms and set down our glasses; then I take your face in my hands and pull you into another deeper, longer kiss.