My wife and I moved into a new house with a pool, and it wasn’t long before we decided that we needed a spa to go with it. We opted for one of the aboveground types with a redwood gazebo around it.

Gina and I loved the new spa; I planted jasmine vines around it, hoping that soon, they would grow and take over the redwood latticework, adding a fresh sweet smell, and addi further privacy.

We decided that there was never any reason to wear clothes in the spa, since our back yard was bricked in, and no one could us any way. We had not known until then that the only way to really enjoy a heated spa was in the nude. I planted long stands of bamboo around it, giving it a very orie look, along with some birds of paradise and a few other tropica looking plants. It looked very Oriental, somehow, and one woul almost expect to hear twanging Oriental music in the backgrou

We had known Thad and Jessica for a long time, and it wasn’t l before they came over to see our new spa and we told them about how comfortable it was to sit in the spa, in the nude. Tha was an Americanized version of Ngiem, and Jessica was an easi Americanized version of her Vietnamese name, Ngo. They had come to this country immediately after the war in Vietnam.

They had opened a little grocery store at the end of our street where we first met them. They were very nice people and turn into very close friends and I truly enjoyed their company. Especially the company of Jessica; she was a beautiful petite brown-skinned doll, to my way of thinking, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

We had dinner and a few glasses of wine, and when it became dark outside, we went one at a time, into the bathroom and removed our clothes and put on terry robes.

I got in first and with anticipation watched as Jessica took off h robe and stepped into the spa.