Olympia Panagaris couldn't believe her eyes.
For the past two nights, she had heard odd noises coming from the room where Robin Hall was staying. The handsome American, who was staying at her Moorebank home during his vacation in Sydney, was always polite and respectful, never showing a hint of the obnoxious behavior she had seen from other Americans in the six months since she had begun to list her house on Airbnb. The noises couldn't have been what they could have been...could they?
Robin never even flirted with her. He certainly never tried to grope her when her husband, Michael, wasn't around. Robin was a decent, clean-cut black man from North Carolina, a successful businessman who had wanted to visit Australia for years. He seemed almost asexual, not saying a word about the beautiful morning hosts on Channel Seven or Channel Ten. He never said anything about the gorgeous Aussie women he must have seen while out and about. Nothing.
That night, the curiosity got to her. She knew it was rude to intrude on the privacy of a guest, but she had to know what was going on.
She stood outside his door and heard the panting. She had to know. She just had to know.
She pushed the door open.
Her eyes fell upon Robin's muscular naked body, a hard black cock being stroked furiously as he stared at a photo album.
Oh shit, Olympia thought.
Robin didn't even stop himself, so consumed by the images in front of him. He had found the photo album in a desk drawer while putting away one of his small travel bags. The album contained old semi-nude and nude photos of Olympia, taken by Michael between 2001 and 2006. Robin couldn't stop staring at a shot of Olympia wiggling her cute, large ass at the camera. '
"Excuse me?"