For my last birthday I had received a month pass to a local tanning salon. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly my thing or the thing of any other guy I knew. My girlfriend at the time thought I'd look good with an all over tan, but before now I had never bothered to use it. I was in the process of throwing away all traces of her existance from my apartment when I re-discovered the coupon pinned to my refrigerator by a magnet. I must have looked at it a thousand times without noticing it but now it suddenly captured my attention. I figured I could always check it out just for kicks and who knows, if it did what is was supposed to do, I could always end up making my ex jealous, which would definitely be a perk.
I assumed that the only other people who would be there would be female, so I took a shower and a little extra time cultivating my appearance. As I was doing this it I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been in neglecting to see that a tanning salon would be the perfect place to pick up women! Most girls who went for that sort of thing were usually the types who prided themselves in their appearance more so than strength of character or even intelligence. In other words, it would be a place full of hot girls!
The place was only a ten minute drive away. I parked out front, and walking to the door, gave the surrounding area a quick once over. If any of my friends saw me going into here, it would be pretty embarassing. Then I remembered how I had justified coming here to myself and knew that there was no way they could argue with that logic.
Inside, the place looked how I expected it to be. Kind of like a chiropractic office and a travel agency were forced to share the same area. It was clean and slighty sterile, only posters of suntan lotion were pinned to the walls and potted ferns were situated randomly to give the place a slightly tropical feel. I walked over to the receptionist, a cute little thing who couldn't have been more than eighteen and looked like she had been a customer for at least two years. I showed her the card and explained to her how I had recieved it.
"Your girlfriend didn't come with you," she asked. I said we had broken up to which the girl gave me a once over and replied, "Her loss." She asked me a few questions to ascertain how long I could remain within a bed, which was only ten minutes for the first time.
"Now," she said, "there are ten individual rooms with a bed in each and at the end of the hall is a co-ed room. Usually couples go in there... but when the rooms are full we put people in there, too. Now, as luck would have it, the rooms are all full. You can wait if you want, or I can put you in there."
"That won't be a problem," I asked. The girl shrugged and smiled.
"Only if you don't mind sharing it with a girl. One of our regulars is in there now. If you hurry, you'll both finish up at the same time," she said, and winked.
"Sold," I said. The girl grinned and took hold of my arm, leading me down the hall. I had been here all of five minutes and already I was in love with the place. "If I need help, who do I ask for," I asked, by way of an introduction.
"I'm Cindy," the girl replied. She looked at the coupon in her hand I had given her and added, "Nice to meet you, Ben."
When I entered the room, Cindy set the timer on the bed, smiled again and then closed the door behind me. I looked around. Two beds rested side by side, five feet apart. A space separated top from bottom on each and I could see the form of a woman resting within one. Her skin was glowing blue, but I could tell it was toned, with a lovely curving hip leading to long, slender legs. I smiled and wished a silent thank-you to Cindy, then began to undress by the door. I walked over to my bed and opened the door, placed the glasses hanging off it on my face, then climbed onto the warm surface. I carefully closed the door and was surprised by how unconfined I felt. I now understood why the top and bottom parts were unattached.
I let my body relax, feeling the very warm, comforting glow penetrate my skin, then titled my head to the side. The girl in the next bed was looking over at me. She smiled then looked back up. I really, really hoped our timers went off at the same time. I wanted to see the rest of what this girl had to offer.
I was surprised by how quickly the ten minutes passed. The buzzer of the timer went off and I opened the lid. I stretched my arms, tensing my body for a moment. The bed had been so relaxing I didn't want it to end. I slid my legs over the side and glanced over at the other bed. The girl was looking at me again, or more specifically, at the area between my legs. I shaved down there and whenever I was with a girl for the first time, her reaction was always the same. Surprise, followed by curiousity. And when she actually got to experience the feel of a smooth, hairless shaft and bag and all the skin surrounding it, she was in love.
