I was still in Miami and having a great time with my new friend, Carla. She’s a nineteen-year-old Latino girl that works as a maid in the hotel. Carla is a bit shy and naïve, but I’m working hard to change all of that. We’ve explored each other’s bodies a few times and since my husband was busy working on the last day of our trip, I was hoping to meet up with Carla one more time.
Carla is five-foot-seven with a slender body and big firm breasts. She has a cute face, long brown hair and a dark complexion. Carla also has the most magnificent butt I’ve ever seen. When Carla is working, she wears a white maid’s uniform with snaps all the way down the front. She leaves the top and bottom snaps open and her lacey push-up bra draws attention to the cleavage between her big boobs. The panty lines from Carla’s white cotton undies are visible from behind because her nice round butt stands out against the tight white uniform dress.
When I tracked down Carla, she was busy cleaning a room with a girl named Raven. Raven was a fiery redhead that stood about five-foot-four. She was wearing a dress that matched Carla’s uniform, but there was no cleavage between Raven’s tiny tits. Raven’s uniform dress was also shorter that Carla’s because Raven’s underpants were almost showing, even if she didn’t bend over.
I tried to introduce myself, but Raven cut me off and said that she knew all about me. When I asked Raven what she knew, she replied that she’d heard that I was into girls. I told her that my gate swings both ways, but I’m particularly fond of Carla. Carla blushed and said that she was fond of me, too.
Raven said, “I’ve been trying to get my hands up Carla’s dress for quite a while, but I guess I’m just a little too wild for her.”
Carla said to Raven, “That’s because Peggy’s into gentle caressing, but you’re into tickle tortures.”
I asked, “What’s a tickle torture?”
Raven replied, “Let me show you.”
Carla said sternly, “Don’t do it Peggy! Raven wants to tie you up and tickle you until you cum.”
I said, “That doesn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like fun.”
Carla said, “Well don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
Raven took a pair of handcuffs from the cleaning cart and then she climbed up on a chair. She reached up over her head to remove a vent from the ceiling and when she did, the hem of her short uniform dress rose up. Raven’s white cotton panties were exposed and they appeared to be too small for her. The panties were riding up into the crack of Raven’s tight young ass causing her butt cheeks to hang out.
I was instructed to extend my arms over my head and then Raven handcuffed me to an iron brace in the ceiling. The brace was accessible because Raven removed the ceiling vent. I was wearing a pink short-sleeved knit pullover dress that was clinging to my body. My husband removed all of my bras and panties from our luggage before we left from home, so I was naked under the short dress. My nipples were poking out against the tight knit material, and with my arms extended above my head, the hem of the dress stopped right at the bottom of my neatly trimmed brunette bush. However, I could feel that the bottom of my bare butt cheeks were peeking out in back.
Raven walked around and surveyed my body. I’m a twenty-one year old brunette and I’m just over five-foot tall. I have a petite body with medium sized, natural breasts. My breasts aren’t huge, but they look big in comparison to my small features. My arms were extended so high in the air that I had to stand on my tiptoes. I was completely helpless and Raven grinned at me because I was now at her mercy.
Raven looked at my dress and said, “You should have taken this dress off before we handcuffed you. Now we’ll never get it over your head and arms.”
I said, “Why do you have to take my dress off? Can’t you tickle me through the dress? You could just lift it up if you have to!”
My pleading fell on deaf ears. Raven went out to the cleaning cart and returned with a pair of scissors.
I said, “No, you can’t cut my dress off. I’ll be hanging here naked!”
Raven shouted, “Silence!”
She began cutting the dress, starting with the hem and continuing all the way up the side.
Carla said, “Peggy, I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen to me.”
Raven finished cutting one side of the dress, but it was still hanging from my other arm. She moved to the other side of me and with a few quick snips, the dress fell to the floor. It was ruined! The dress was cut into three or four pieces, leaving me hanging from the ceiling without a stitch of clothing on.
