After they checked in, the ladies unpacked some of their things. It was after 8 p.m. and neither of them felt like going out. Cathy called room service while Linda went into the bathroom to freshen up. Turning on the water in the tub, she glanced at herself as she slipped out of her clothes. She was a tall woman, nearly 5'9, with long slim legs that she was proud to have kept well toned. Her hair was cut short, medium blonde with a little help from her hairdresser. As she slipped her bra down her arms, she let her eyes glide over the reflection in the mirror – small firm breasts with large dark nipples, slightly long wasted with a trim tummy and a tiny patch of neatly trimmed light brown hair. Turning around she caught a glimpse of her firm butt in the mirror as she stepped into the steaming water.
Linda lay back in the tub and let the tension of the drive drift away. Some time later she was awoken by a knock on the hotel door. She heard Cathy open the door and the food being delivered. Linda almost screamed, however, when the bathroom door opened and Cathy came in followed by the hotel staffer. It took a moment for her to close her mouth… but when she did, she realized Cathy was as nude as she was, and behind her stood an attractive young black man holding a large tray.
As she turned around, Cathy's large breasts swayed slowly from side to side "Set it down here on the sink… that's a dear…" The young man's eyes didn't seem to leave hers as she signed the receipt and slipped a folded $20 into the left front pocket of his khaki pants… letting her hand linger there a moment longer than was necessary.
As he turned to leave, Cathy patted him on his butt and said "Now Sean, don't forget to hang up the 'do not disturb' sign, like I asked you…"
Glancing over his shoulder the young man let his beautiful brown eyes slowly drink in his view of this crazy white bitch's big tits. "No ma'am, I'll not forget… anything…"
As the suite door closed with a click, Linda sat up in the tub and demanded "What in the hell was that all about Louise?"
"Sorry sweetie… I couldn't resist." Laughed Cathy. She knew that kind of spontaneous craziness was beyond Linda's comprehension, but that only made her enjoy it more.
* * * *
Ron really couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, sitting in his best friend's den, resting a laptop computer on the arm of his chair, looking at a set of digital camera photographs Marc had taken. With each click of the mouse, a new image of Linda appeared.
"Damn, man… these photos are killing me" Ron softly moaned.
"I know, I was shocked she let me take them… it was last weekend after we had been out to dinner with you guys. Remember the girls had too much to drink?" Marc clicked the mouse to show an even more revealing photo to Ron.
"Yeah, I remember very clearly, Cathy was in a wild mood too…" how good can this get, thought Ron.
Sitting back in the armchair with his feet up, Ron could look at the photos Marc had taken and sip his drink with ease. Marc, however, was kneeling on the floor beside the chair, supporting the computer in one hand and clicking the internal mouse with the other.
"God Linda looks good… but she would kill you if she knew you were showing these pics to me."