Just as the elevator door started to close, several young girls wearing black leotards and sporting bright pink jackets jumped in. The bedazzled dance logo on the back of their jackets with the emblazed word Middletown Dance caught our attention. Before we could ask them a question, the elevator had reached the ground floor.
When the elevator door opened on the ground floor, we discovered the breakfast area was a sea of chatty teenyboppers. They all had the same dance logos on their shirts and jackets. As we took our seats at the only empty table, a female voice asked, "May I sit with you?"
We looked up to see this drop-dead gorgeous woman maybe in her early forties, medium height, dressed in denim slacks, jacket and a white top. She looked like the actress, Teri Hatcher, best known for her role on the hit television series Desperate Housewives. She was clutching an arm full of notebooks and several clipboards while holding a cup of coffee.
Karen, my wife said, "Sure, You can join us."
"Thanks, I'm Tracy, one of the coaches," Saying, as she put down her books and coffee. She extended her hand to Karen, apparently thinking we were one of the group's parents.
"Nice to meet you Tracy, but we're not part of the group."
"Oh, my bad, I just assumed anyone here this early is with the team."
Karen asked, "What is the completion all about?"
Tracy started telling us about the dance academy and how important this win is for the girls. We listened and asked questions, more to be polite, than genuine interest. She asks why we're here and Karen started telling Tracy about the web training class we were attending.
Karen and Tracy seemed to hit it off and I finally had to remind Karen that we had to finish our breakfast so we can make an 8:00 a.m. web designer conference.
Our conference was over by late afternoon and we returned to the hotel to unwind and get ready for dinner. The area was once again full of teenyboppers, all excited and talking at the same time. We originally planned to sit by the fireplace, close to the bar and enjoy an adult beverage. The excessively noisy teenyboppers put us off, so we went back up to our room.
After a few hours we decided to go to dinner hopping the noisy crowd had dispersed. Our plan was to go to dinner at a large Pennsylvania Dutch smorgasbord restaurant. As we entered the hotel lobby, we saw Tracy, alone and distraught.
Karen went over to her and asked, "Is anything wrong? ... Can we help?"
Tracy, looked as if she is about to cry as she blurted out, "They all left me."
We were in the middle of nowhere and it was 28 degrees outside. Even the nearest restaurant was five miles away, so Tracy can't walk to join them. Taxis are scarce out here, so we know Tracy has few options, since she doesn't have a car. Her team came by tour bus and they all traveled together.
Karen asked, "Would you like us to take you to where your team went?"
Tracy replied sniffling, "I don't think they wanted me to come along ... They just left me."
Karen put her hand on her shoulder and asked, "Tracy, we are going to the smorgasbord for dinner, would you like to come along?"
"Yes, I would love to, if it's not an imposition. I don't want to stay here by myself and starve."
We both chuckled, "We can't let you starve."
Tracy still dressed in the same denim outfit as in the morning, put on a white down filled ski jacket and a knitted cap over her long flowing auburn hair, "I'm ready to go."
Thankfully, the drive to the restaurant was short, since it had started to snow. The country roads up here can be nasty when it snows.
At the smorgasbord, Tracy could not believe the cornucopia of food, prime rib carving stations, whole turkeys, baked hams and many other foods.
Tracy really seemed to be enjoying herself, trying all sorts of different foods. She loaded up a plate, with a sampling of everything that would fit.
She said, "This my first time at a place like this; I never get out after my husband Carl died a few years ago."
Karen said, "We're sorry to hear that."
Tracy proceeded to tell us the complete husband-dying story; shortened version, it was a freak traffic accident in a rain storm.
"I'm all alone at forty two, no children, and the dance group is my only outlet besides work. The other coach is trying to push me out of the group. For some reason she thinks I am trying to take over."
Karen kept listening and commented how nasty the other coach must be.
Tracy removed her denim jacket to get more comfortable. Every time Tracy leaned forward to eat, her blouse would open just enough for me to view her tits. I hadn't noticed that she was braless until now; her hard nipples just barely showing through the gaping white blouse. I tried not to stare at them, but there they are, almost screaming, "Hey, look at me."
"This is more food than I normally eat," Said Tracy as she went back for more. It was though she was trying to prolong the dinner so we could stay at the restaurant longer.
Tracy hit the dessert section sampling a variety of chocolate cakes, brownies and such. Her dancing must burn off the calories, because she is super trim, not skinny but trim and tight.
We found out that Tracy lives about 100 miles away from us in another state, not too far from a large outlet mall.
Tracy said to Karen, "You'll have to come over to the outlets and so we can get together."
"Really, I would love that, I hate to go shopping alone."
"Tracy, maybe you can come over and visit us this summer, we live at the beach."
My mind raced ahead trying to picture Tracy in a bikini, dam, I could have almost pictured her tight body when Karen brought me back to reality.
"Bob, don't you think that would be fun?"
"What? ... What would be fun?"
"Having Tracy come over to go to the beach with us, aren't you paying attention?"
"Yes, but does Tracy even like the beach?"
Tracy leaned over and put her hand on my arm, "Of course I love the beach Bob," all the while displaying those lovely nipples for me.
I wondered if Tracy knows I can see her nipples, I didn't think Karen did.
We finished dinner and drove back to the hotel carefully on the snow covered roads. The girls chatted away, exchanging emails and phone numbers. I try to get Tracy to come up to our room saying we could talk some more and have a nightcap, but she begged off.
The dance team left early in the morning and sadly we didn't get to see Tracy before we left. I figured that would be the end of Tracy and we would not see her again.
Part 2
Karen and Tracy have been emailing each other since we got back home and developed a pen-pal relationship. They had decided to get together and shop the outlet mall one early summer weekend.
I decided the 90-minute ferryboat ride was much easier than a 3-hour drive in traffic.
Tracy meet us at the ferryboat terminal and I drove everyone to the outlets. Tracy was dressed in denim pants, lose fitting turquoise blouse and a light spring jacket. Her long flowing auburn hair was in a braided ponytail. Karen, almost had the same outfit, complete with ponytail, had they coordinated outfits?
As Tracy bent to get in the back seat, her blouse fell away, giving me a perfect view of her bare breasts. I saw her areolas but not the actual nipples. She looked at me as she was getting in and just gave me a big smile. Was that smile for appreciating her tits or just a hello smile?
Once in the outlets, Karen and Tracy were walking arm and arm as if they had been best friends for years.
Shoe stores, clothes, and even a kitchen store, I was soon bored with shopping. It always amazed me that there aren't any stores for men in these malls. We entered a Bass outlet store because Karen had been searching for penny loafers, once she found them and I went off to find a men's room.
When I returned, Karen and Tracy were looking at clothes in the back of the store. From afar, they almost looked like sisters
Tracy said as she held up a top for Karen, "Oh, you would look good in this." Karen held up stuff for Tracy to look at. They both disappeared into the dressing room with several tops, skirts and dresses, I settled down for a wait.
I waited and waited, they spent a long time in the dressing room. Finally, Karen came out and modeled a top for me saying, "How's this look?"
Tracy followed wearing a short skirt, wow; she had great looking legs. Tracy told Karen, "This skirt would go good with your top."
They both went in the changing room, and Karen came out with the top and skirt on and modeled it for me. As I looked at Karen modeling I could see Tracy's reflection in the dressing room mirror wearing only a red thong. Did Tracy leave the door open or was it an accident?
Dam what a sight, Tracy has a fantastic body and nice pear shaped breasts. I didn't know if Tracy could tell I was watching her in the mirror, my impulse was to look away, but she was too gorgeous to ignore. Shopping has never been this much fun.
Karen went back in the dressing room and I heard some commotion. At first I thought Karen might have thought that Tracy was showing off for me. It didn't sound like they were arguing but I could hear their voices. They had stayed in so long and made so much noise; the store clerk came over and knocked on the door asking if everything is all right.
They replied, "We're OK, just having trouble changing."
He walked away and I heard giggles. They were up to something.
Karen and Tracy came out with a few outfits to purchase, but there was something that looked wrong. They have exchanged clothes. Karen had on Tracy's clothes and vice versa, I was sure Karen wasn't wearing a turquoise top before.
They looked flushed and Karen had a strange look on her face, now I knew they had been up to something. They were holding hands and giggling like schoolgirls all the way up to the checkout counter.
When we reached the car, they both got into the back seat, still giggling.
Karen jokingly said, "Take us back to the ferry, Jeeves. "
