The young waiter smiled and felt his pants tighten and his bulge tingle as the two women emerged from the tennis courts to sit at one of his tables of the hotel's outdoor bar slash café. Nice, he thought. I'd love to give either one of them a fuck before I go home tonight. Maybe both.
One was in her forties, maybe a well-kept fifty, with a few streaks of gray placed through her brown hair that fell straight and to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth though and glistened with sweat from the tennis session she'd just completed. He loved the milky whiteness of her complexion. Too bad he hadn't been the one to put the sun block on for her. To still be that white, after spending the afternoon on the court soaking up the hot Texas sun, she must have applied it liberally.
From the distance he was observing, the second women appeared to be much younger. She was a couple of inches shorter than the older woman's five-six, but she was naturally darker with fuller breasts and rounder hips. Her hair was shorter too; a deep brunette shade that barely came to her collar.
He watched them place their racquets in the empty chair between them at the table, and as he approached them their ages became more apparent. The first was definitely in her fifties, a beautiful fifties, but fifties still the same. And, the second one, the one with the big tits, was still a teenager. He recognized her as one of the girls the hotel's manager, Ashley Wolfenstein, had hired over the summer to partner up with guests that wanted a tennis game. She wasn't supposed to be in the bar with a guest, but they all did it so he wasn't going to say anything.
He reached their table and said, "Good afternoon, ladies. My name is Reggie and I'll be taking care of you."
The older woman smiled and in the most delightful British accent he had ever heard said, "Hello, Reggie. It's nice that such a handsome man will be taking care of us."
Reggie's smile broadened and his ebony cheeks almost showed a blush as his mind wandered from fucking the hot British babe to bending her teenage companion over and sticking his black cock up her ass. He forced his mind back into focus and said, "What can I get for you?"
The older woman said, "We'll have two margaritas"
Reggie hesitated before saying, "I'm not going to be able to bring her a margarita. My boss will fire me if she catches me serving her alcohol."
The older woman frowned and said, "Why's that?"
"She's not old enough to drink."
"That's ridiculous," the woman said. "She's nineteen."
Not sure what to say to that, Reggie looked to the younger girl who touched her friend on the arm and said, "You have to be twenty-one to drink in this country, Jenny."
"How barbaric," Jenny pronounced.
"Jenny, huh," Reggie said. "That's a pretty name."
"It's my name too," the young girl said.
"Really. Interesting that you would both be named Jenny."
The older woman stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the boy's attempt to work his way into one of their knickers and said, "Be a dear and bring us the drinks. If your boss says anything, tell her it was at Jenny Wagstaffe's insistence."
Before Reggie could answer, the younger girl said, "It's okay, Jenny. I'll just have a Dr. Pepper."
"Fine," Jenny said. "Bring me a margarita and get Jennifer a Dr. Pepper."
There was finality in her voice that told Reggie any attempts at scoring with either of them were done. Stupid, he thought as he walked away. Why didn't I just get both bitches a margarita?
As he walked away Jenny Wagstaffe stole a look at his butt and with a sigh said, "So virile and yet so cowardly."
Jennifer Gordon giggled and said, "Mrs. Wagstaffe, you have a wandering eye."
Jenny laughed and said, "Don't we all, dear. And, please, stop calling Mrs. Wagstaffe. I feel old enough as it is the way you ran me all over the tennis court."
"Just feels weird calling someone else Jenny."
"Well, I'm fifty-four years old, so I've got dibs on the name. But, we need something else to call you. Haven't you a nickname of some type?"
