Abby hung up the phone, picked up her cell phone, and sat on the couch to read the Sunday New York Times, crossing her left leg over her right and bouncing her foot lightly while a soft white slipper dangled from her purple toes.
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Mark rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed his down-filled pillow as the toilet flushed and the shower turned on. Wishing he had drank another glass of water before going to bed last, he tried to remember if he had brought any aspirin with him.
In the bathroom, Rachel looked at herself in the mirror and turned her right hip to see how bad her ass looked. She grimaced as black and blue splotches appeared where Mark's smacks had broken blood vessels under her eggshell skin. Gruesome, she thought,, . . . but awesome!
She then turned back to the mirror and tried to will her left breast to grow slightly bigger and/or her right breast to shrink slightly smaller so that they would even themselves out. Rows of small brown freckles that criss-crossed Rachel's chest ended just above her nipples leaving the parts of her breasts that the sun never touched pale white with beautiful pink areolae.
Oh well, she thought, neither Mark nor anyone else had ever seemed to notice or care before. And besides the slight difference in size, they are pretty amazing. Rachel lifted her tits and pushed them together, gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling a direct link to her clit.
She then took a black band from her left wrist and pulled her hair back to wrap it around itself to create a tight red bun on top of her head. Next, she opened the shower door and stepped into the stream of hot water, steam rising to coat the bathroom mirror.
After turning, bending, and stretching to let the warm water wash over her athletic body, Rachel squirted ginger lime shower gel into a cream-colored washcloth and rubbed the thick cotton all over her body. The pleasant scents of citrus and spice rose with the steam and filled the glass enclosure. She breathed deeply and lathered the soap under her arms and across her breasts and stomach, then between her legs and down her thighs to her knees and feet. Standing again, Rachel gently washed her sore butt and tried to reach the middle of her back. She then rinsed herself again, trying not to wet her red hair, and turned off the water.
Rachel stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a plush off-white hotel towel. She then hung it on an ornate hook and bent over to rub ginger lime lotion onto her toned legs. She hadn't shaved them, but they still felt smooth from the day before, and she hoped that her friends would focus less on the state of the hair on her legs and more on the state of the hair between her legs, which had been carefully shaped into a playful red triangle.
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Rachel put on the red hotel robe, slid her feet into the white slippers, and walked back into the main room. "Here, in case you wake up and decide that you need this," she said tossing the hotel lotion onto the bed next to Jason with a soft thud. "Wish me luck . . . And thanks again; I'll make it up to you!"
Before Mark could figure out what she meant and whether she was bluffing, he heard the door to their suite open and close, and she was gone. Wow, he thought, I didn't think she'd actually go.
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Abby was reading about a hostile takeover in the aerospace industry when someone knocked at the door. That was fast! she thought as she stood to answer. She reached down to tighten her robe, and then, thinking for a moment, she loosened it again to expose a few inches of pink cleavage.
She figured that the person delivering coffee this morning would likely be male, and therefore, more likely than not into nice tits, odds being what they were, and that the man would either be just coming off of a night shift, and if so she hoped that he had heard their escapades last night, or he was just starting his day, and if so, what better way to jumpstart things than a casual nipple slip? If he was cute, she might accidentally drop the check and have to bend down to pick it up.
Oops, she thought imagining herself. How clumsy of me. Here, look at the way my robe rises to reveal my tight ass as I bend over for you. Oh, oops, I also forgot to put on panties this morning. She turned the knob and pulled open the door.
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"Hi, Ab!" Rachel said standing in her friend's doorway.
"Rachel?!" Abby said startled, and then she smiled, recovering. "Sorry, I thought you were the coffee guy." Away in her fantasy, Abby hadn't heard her neighbors' door open and close.
Stepping slightly into the hallway but holding the door ajar behind her, Abby continued in a hushed voice, "Thanks again for last night! You guys were amazing!"
"Um, we weren't too loud, were we? We kind of . . . got carried away."
"Not at all. That's exactly what I was hoping for. I hope you guys really enjoyed it."
