Juniper Johns was annoyed that her mother had forbidden her to get her breasts enhanced. For f-sake, she was thirty-four, not a child and her mom knew that!
The slightly feisty Miss Johns was 6 ft. 2 in. and had a skinny butt and small breasts. No guy would look at a female with those stats and that was the reason why she was not married or engaged. Prospective husbands want tits big enough to wrap around their woody and big butt cheeks to hold on to for performing bent-over anal and mothers knew that although they'd deny it.
The blue-eyed streaky blonde knew that her first name, her awkward height, skinny backside and unflattering hand-sized breasts meant guys seeking a bride failed to consider her seriously. And she was tired of her mother saying as if she knew everything, 'Keep relaxed darling and avoid building a reputation for putting it around; one day your boat will come in'.
She sighed thinking half the town knew she put it around. Some fifty guys had docked fully and at least another hundred had managed to dip a finger or two and many others probably would have falsely claimed to have rung Juniper's bell.
She'd recently tried a female who didn't like men, thinking a relationship with a woman might be superior to sex with any guy. But the bitch had attempted to bury her hairbrush up her unsuspecting lover anally, brush end first. That was another short relationship down the drain.
Home alone JJ, who was deputy promotions manager of the National Tourism Industry, inserted a butt plug and escaped boredom by lying on her bed reading, moving her ass rapidly whenever reaching sexy bits in the romance novel. She was sad and lonely, an unfulfilled woman.
She was unaware her boat was about to come in.
On Monday Juniper was called to the office of the CEO and asked would she visit two resorts and stay at each one on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights as a secret inspector to assess service levels and eavesdrop for customer satisfaction/dissatisfaction comment.
"Yes sure Milly. What's involved?"
"The two resorts have tied in final judging for our title of Resort of the Year and the sponsor requires an outright winner and has suggested we send in a secret assessor."
* * *
Juniper signed in under her real name but whenever asked what she did as a job she said she worked in her mother's dress store, which was true, because she often filled in for her mom on Sundays as manager.
The first resort was first-class, on the edge of a mountain lake and the variety of things to do beyond the resort property were awesome, but Juniper decided to ignore that what lay beyond the boundaries of the property, concentrating instead on in-house amenities, service and perceived guest satisfaction. She stayed at the Blue Mountain Foothills Luxury Resort from 11 am on Friday, the advertised book-in time to find that he room wasn't ready. And by the time she left on Monday morning she'd recorded few hiccups and the people she'd conversed with rated the establishments highly for its standard of service and range and condition of its amenities.
The following weekend she went to the West Coast to a larger and very pricy resort.
Again her room wasn't ready at the advertised time.
Jack Orlando was studying Juniper's trim butt when she unconsciously put a hand behind her and smoothed the think wool-jersey skirt of her high-fashion suit to create a perfect 'over the butt' contour.
The day manager's dick began inflating and he was about to hurry away when he heard the guest say, "I'm disappointed my room isn't ready."
"I'm sorry Miss Johns but we are fully booked with not a comparable room to spare because we have a big wedding here tomorrow."
"Well please record..."
"Miss Johns please excuse me but I heard you express dissatisfaction. I'm Jack Orlando, duty day manager. Dianne would you please issue Miss Johns with a two-night complimentary stay here any time with an expiry date of three months from today. Ask your supervisor to sign it. Please enjoy your stay with us Miss Butt, er Miss Johns."
"Thank you kindly Mr Orlando," she smiled and turned back to the receptionist.
Jack had this great urged to run his hand over her butt.
Christ she was tall and probably gave him two inches, er in height, and he'd noticed the cute boobs rather than like the big floppies of many of today's younger women with everything enhanced including having flesh trimmed from their knees. God some of them even have pussies that smelt like proprietary mouthwash.
Later that day Jack approached Juniper and invited her to join him for a drink later but she said no thank you stiffly, thinking she must not be diverted by kindness is making this important assessment of the establishment.
"Some other time then?"
"Perhaps when I return on my complimentary."
He turned away looking disgruntled and gave her quite a start when she spotted his partial erection. Jeepers Juniper, she thought, thinking that could be a first guy unknown to her to become horny over her.
She wrote down the name Jack Orlando.
Juniper was scrupulously fair in her assessments and submitted her judging for all-round excellence the Western Sands Marine Edge Resort 84 points out of 100 and the Blue Mountain Foothills Luxury Resort 81 points.
"Yes no resort is perfect and this does indicate just how close those two establishments vying for the top spot really are," said Milly, Juniper's boss after studying the score sheets. "I'll give these sheets to Mrs Knowles, convener of the judging panel, and it's up to her to make the final decision."
Mrs Knowles released a statement to the media that the National Tourism Industry's annual award to its choice of the country's top resort was Western Sands Marine Edge Resort.
* * *
A little over two months after her first visit to the Western Sands resort, Juniper booked in for Friday and Saturday nights and gave the number on the complimentary chit.
"Thank you Miss Johns," said the booking clerk who responded to the note on the computer record immediately the phone call ended.
"Oh Jack, a Miss Johns has booked in a complimentary. There is a note for you to be contacted when she books."
"A Miss Johns, that doesn't ring a bell. What's her first name?"
"Jupiter."
"You mean Juniper. Yes I remember, about six-two, cute breasts, magnificent butt."
"Excuse me?"
"Oh it's just me day-dreaming Tracy. Thanks."
Juniper booked in at 11:00. Not only was her room ready but she'd been upgraded to a suite and she was escorted there with VIP treatment.
The room was almost presidential grade with flowers, two big bowls of fresh fruit, four current fashion magazines and a complimentary bottle of champagne with a letter attached.
She untapped the envelope and placed the wine in the fridge and after looking at the view out across the bay and along the beach in both directions, opened the welcome to the resort letter. It included a hand-written note: 'You promised to have a drink with me last time you were here. Jack Orlando, duty day manager at your last visit. Oasis Bar, 6:15 this evening'.
How nice she thought and then blushed, remembering Jack was the guy about her age who'd stared at her and he sported a partial erection.
"Oh yes, how nice," she giggled.
Juniper entered the bar at 6:30 wearing something in gathered white with spaghetti straps, scooped very how neckline and a hemline that rose both sides from the rear to meet no more than six inches below her groin. Even the women were looking at her and she recognized Jack as the guy who stood from a bar stool and saluted. She confirmed an erection wasn't showing and, at the very moment she looked, Jack's hand brushed over it as if to command, 'Stay down boy'.
Yes well guys tended to be over-excited at first meeting and after that they were already becoming indifferent, at least to her. Perhaps she lacked sex appeal and needed something to increase the odor of her pussy?
"Hi Jack," she said.
He didn't move to kiss her and so she kissed him and was wearing a perfume the store sales assistant had assured her sent guys horny.
"Hi. C-can I touch your butt cheek?"
God she was in trouble if he were addicted to butt.
"Yes," she replied without indicating encouragement.
Oh fuck, she sighed, feeling her endorphins running riot, triggered by his palm running softly down her flank, just the once. He'd accomplished that so casually that the sexual gesture appeared to pass unnoticed by other people.
"Champagne cocktail?" he invited, pulling out a stool for her.
"Perfect."
He ordered while appearing to adjust his pants at groin level.
"Are you married or spoken for Jack?"
"No, absolutely not."
"Then I guess you are lining me up for a sex tonight?"
Two females beside him giggled and Jack said manfully that he didn't take things like that for granted.