There was no doubt in my mind at all. It was Mrs. Robeson, at first it flashed into my mind that it was just someone who looked a little bit like her.
Curious, I wandered over by some very large stone pillars that were obviously a decoration for the hotel, the potted plants I stood behind were plastic also.
From that vantage point I could look up to where Mrs. Robeson sat, her slightly bald headed husband sat across from her, leaning forward saying something.
The smile on her face made it quite clear that she knew exactly what she was doing.
From the way she was sitting at a tiny table next to the railing, I could see right up her short dress.
I could also tell there was nothing at all on underneath it.
Mrs. Robeson was the object of every fantasy I had going to high school, everything about her, even the way she smelled was an excitement.
It wasn't just me, every other boy in our classes felt the same way, of that I was completely sure.
I will bet I beat off in the school rest room at least a hundred times thinking about her.
There she sat, her hairless pussy on display for me!
Almost without thinking, I flipped up my cell phone and took three quick photos.
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It had been at least 3 years since I last saw her, graduation came with all of the things a young man must do to join life and the work force.
That was what I was doing in Reno, I had a meeting earlier in the day, an interview for a job.
The coastal town I grew up in had very close to zero opportunities, I either tried to get on at the local paper mill or I got on a boat and went out into the ocean to try and catch something.
I even did work for a few weeks cutting up fish, when I realized that there isn't enough soap on planet Earth to get the smell off I quit that job.
Earlier that day the man had stood up and shook my hand.
"Welcome aboard!" He told me. It meant a solid salary, benefits, I was now a part of the corporate world. The two years of college got me an Associate's degree and the scrimping, saving, hard work had paid off.
Then back at the hotel and casino, I happened to look up and there she was!
Mrs. Barbara Robeson! The object of every single fantasy I ever had.
Her body was amazing, large bust, slender waist, round buttocks that up until then I had only seen covered with cloth. Her brown hair with reddish highlights flowed down over her shoulders, her high cheekbones made her face perfection.
But she was conservative, no sign was ever given that she ever noticed what she was doing to every single young man in her class.
Not a hint of anything ever going on at all, the community was extremely conservative and after all, Mrs. Robeson was a school teacher.
Now here I was, looking up at her, her bare pussy on display, her legs open enough to allow anyone who did glance up to see that clearly.
Her husband glanced down and saw me looking up at her, I had seen him perhaps twice in my life and both times from a distance.
He grinned broadly, I suppose it was obvious that I was looking.
Then he leaned forward and whispered something to her, she turned in her seat slightly, and opened her legs even more. Barely twenty feet to where I stood, I was missing nothing at all.
When she glanced down with a sly smile on her face at me, I saw it took her a moment. A look of surprise crossed her face, her legs closed quickly and both hands came down to tug at her hemline.
She said something to her husband, he turned and looked at me standing there. His face had a look of discomfort.
That was the moment that I understood. Mrs. Robeson was doing some flashing deliberately and she and her husband were getting off on it.
I grinned to myself, that was fun and exciting. It isn't every day a man gets to look at a bare pussy right out in public, especially one that he would have done anything, and I do mean anything to get a look at just a couple of years earlier.
Figuring the brief showtime was over, I went on up to my room.
I couldn't help myself, I had myself in hand and that vision in my mind within seconds. The cell phone photo was tiny but the picture was clear.
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About two hours later I found myself down on the casino floor, there was a row of penny machines so I sat down to fiddle around.
I quickly figured out that if I hit the big button it was $2.50 and that was way out of my budget so I was playing just 5 lines at a penny each.
A couple of times some things popped up that didn't make much sense and the machine said "Big win!" and paid me a quarter or 50 cents. Once it was a whole dollar, but my original ten dollar bill was being eroded.
Someone sat down beside me, I glanced over.
Mrs. Robeson!
Her expression was mildly flushed, I probably did myself a little bit. The familar smell of her filled my nostrils.
"Dennis. I remember you from class, it's nice to see you. May I talk to you a little bit?" She asked.
"Hi. Sure, what's up?" I asked.
"Look. I know you...saw that...So I am just worried. You know I teach and if something like this gets back to the school I could lose my job."
I opened my mouth to tell her that of course I wouldn't say anything but then an evil thought popped right into my head.
No way would I ever get a chance like this again.
"I know you were doing that deliberately." I told her.
She flushed mildly.
"Why do you?" I pressed a little bit, hell, I really had the upper hand here.
"It's for Jack? He gets a kick out of it, I guess I do too a little bit. We always go far away where no one knows us."
"Yea, I have heard of things like that." I grinned at her.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" She asked.
"Well, I guess not. I did kind of like it."
A brief smile crossed her face, then the serious look returned.
"You took some pictures, didn't you?"
I didn't realize that she saw that, apparently she had.
"Yea."
"I need you to give me those. Please?"
"What's in it for me?" I asked.
"I can give you some money."
"I don't want your money." I reached out and touched the button on my machine, won 50 cents again.
"What do you want then?" Mrs. Robeson appeared to have collected herself again, she was looking at me intently.
"How about you come up to my room and show me everything?" I smirked at her.
She stared at me long enough that I felt my face flush slightly.
"You have to be kidding. You want me to put on a private show for you?"
"Yea, why not? If you want the pictures, that is."
She didn't sound upset at my suggestion, it emboldened me.
