The sky is beginning to cloud up as Jen leaves work. She rushes trying to make the thirty- minute drive home before the impending storm begins. She was hoping to be able to relax in the tanning bed after a hard day, but if this keeps up she won't make it home in time.
Kevin watches the raindrops splash as they hit the large window of the salon. Drops soon turn to a steady downpour as the storm begins in earnest. The dark, almost black clouds churn and roll. There is no lightning yet but the wind is picking up and he can tell that it's going to be a wicked storm.
"Bye and be careful," he tells the two customers going out the door, "It's getting pretty nasty out there."
He hears the women giggle at the word "nasty" and has to chuckle himself. That's one thing he enjoys is flirting with the ladies that come in. Unfortunately in a small town like this one, nothing can ever come of it. Most of his ladies are married and just like a little friendly flirtation. It keeps them coming in so it's great.
Kevin moved here and started the business a year ago and hasn't been able to meet many people. He begins to daydream while he straightens up the beds, imagining what those hot bodies look like lying there, baking.
"It is going to be a long evening" He shakes his head and walks back to the front desk. There are no appointments and with weather like this, well; might as well lock the doors.
Jen hasn't gone far when drops of rain begin pelting her windshield. She notices the ominous black clouds coming from the direction of home. It looks really bad and now the rain is falling in sheets. She decides to pull in the little shopping center just ahead to have dinner and wait out the storm. She gets out of the car at a small café and is soaked by the time she reaches the door. The waitress brings her a small towel and she sits, shivering until the coffee comes. As Jen sips her coffee she notices the tanning salon on the corner. She decides to head over there when she's done.
Watching the weather out the window, Kevin notices a car pull up at the café and the rather attractive woman running for the door. He decides that he really could use a cup of coffee himself. The phone rings and he writes down the appointment for tomorrow, it's one of his regular customers and she talks forever. He puts the phone down and heads toward the door and again the phone rings.
Just as he puts the phone down again he sees the soaking wet redhead walking to the door. Her blouse is very sheer from the wetness, revealing plump, very tan breasts.
He smiles as she comes in the door and welcomes her. He can't help but stare as she leans on the counter and asks if there are any beds available.
As soon as Jen walks in the door she notices the way the good looking guy at the counter is staring at her. He is so cute trying to pretend he isn't looking at her chest.
She looks up at him when he asks how much time she wants and notices his dark green eyes. They smolder into hers as she answers. She is really getting off on the way he looks at her; it's been so long since she has had a man's attention. She can feel his eyes on her as she walks back to the room.
"Hey, if the storm gets to bad and it starts to lightning too much, I'll have to turn off the bed."
