"Darn it!" Cindy exclaimed. "I just remembered I don't really need my purse. Would you please take this back to the room for me?"
"Sure!" I answered, smiling at the ruse.
I took the purse and walked back along the walkway. It was the second floor walkway along the doors to the hotel rooms. We were staying in a hotel, one of those built around a courtyard in the center. The courtyard contained the usual walks, plants, and a pool. The particular place we had stopped was near the pool. There was a group of guys sitting beside the pool, nursing some beers, casually surveying their surroundings. An important part of the surroundings was Cindy. She was just above them, fifteen or twenty feet away. She was wearing a short sundress, the hem high on her thighs, a loose top with halter straps holding the bodice up. In deference to the breeze that was blowing, she had added an unusual item – panties. Of course, the panties were actually thong panties, leaving little to the imagination, but a modicum of modesty was preserved, for the moment anyway.
As I turned to unlock the room door, I looked back to see Cindy standing close to the railing, looking up at the sky. Someone who did not know her might think that she was completely oblivious to the breeze blowing her short skirt around the tops of her long legs. They might think she was unaware of the view of those legs and occasional glimpse of beautiful butt or pantied crotch that she was giving to the group of men below her. They might think that she would be absolutely mortified to learn of what was happening. They might think that her asking me to return her purse to our room was an unrelated, unpremeditated, innocuous event. Boy, would they be wrong.
I entered the room and put her purse out of sight in a drawer, and then I waited just a few minutes. I wanted to give Cindy a good chance to have fun outside. The wait was worthwhile. Leaving the room, I saw that she was talking to the men below her. She had placed one foot on the lower rail; showing more than the wind alone could have managed. They were looking up at her as they spoke, and she was looking down at them, apparently not noticing that the men were not making much eye contact as they conversed. The view must have been fantastic from their angle, and both sides were making the most of the situation. When I walked up Cindy announced our intentions of dinner in the restaurant, then dancing in the bar afterwards, and we walked slowly away. Cindy was noticeably flushed. Seeing that made me excited, too.
On the way to the restaurant, we discussed the probability that we would see them again later. We both figured the odds were good, and our excitement level grew even more. Meantime, we figured that dinner would be fun, also, considering the view she was giving with her loose fitting top. We were a little chagrined to meet our server, who turned out to be named Michelle. At first Cindy felt a little shy, and we discussed whether she should tone things down a bit, and decided that was just being chicken, so we continued with our original plans. There were other people in the restaurant, after all, and the traffic pattern around our table had already picked up. We were still going to have some fun.
It did not take long for us to realize that we need not have worried. Michelle was being extremely attentive to our table, and Cindy and I both noticed that she spent most of her time very close to Cindy. She also called Cindy "Honey" a lot, in more than a casual way, and she never missed a chance to touch Cindy lightly on the shoulder or arm and smile warmly at her. This was definitely a twist we had not expected, and I teased Cindy some about going in a new direction tonight. We giggled about that and decided that we would stick to Plan A, but did not discount the idea of another adventure on another night. In the meantime, Cindy and Michelle continued their conduct. I watched, and got very excited as Cindy flashed Michelle the same way she would have if we had had a male waiter. Michelle began to draw even closer for more contact and better views, and I thought her eyes were going to pop out when Cindy made a great show of going to the rest room. Her skirt had undoubtedly risen far up her legs, and as she swung out of the booth the view must have been great. Cindy had legs and a body that would draw anyone's attention.
When Michelle finally presented us with the bill, I watched as she pressed her thigh firmly against Cindy's arm and Cindy smiled sweetly and pressed back in response. I signed the bill and we rose to leave, the girls exchanging pats on the shoulder.
"Wow!" I said, as we walked away. "That was an unexpected bit of eroticism. How'd you feel about that?"
"It was fun, in a different way," she said, "but I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet. On the other hand, who knows? I've been curious before about what it would be like."
I looked at her and saw that her eyes were sparkling, with a far away look in them.
"Never say never." I thought to myself. "That could definitely be interesting."
By this time we had entered the bar. The setup was perfect. There was room at the bar, where we preferred to sit when we were playing. There was a dance floor, a number of booths and tables, and a lightly scattered number of patrons. There were a few singles and a few couples, a bartender and a waitress. We took our seats on a couple of bar stools, close the dance floor and an empty table. That was important. We were hoping that the group of men Cindy had been talking to earlier would take that table. She always enjoyed flirting with a group.
I looked at her after we had settled in and ordered our drinks. She was stunning, and I loved her. I was a lucky man. Her light skirt was half way up her gorgeous thighs; her top draped loosely over the tops of her beautiful breasts, suggesting just another inch or two would offer a view of her nipples. Her longish blond hair hung around her face, just barely brushing the tops of her shoulders. She still looked flushed from her flirtation with Michelle, and her anticipation of the rest of the night was growing rapidly. After all, this was the whole reason we had driven here from our home city – so we could spend a fun-filled night playing sex games.
It was show time.
We talked to the bartender when he was not busy. He was happy to talk to us, since Cindy was leaning forward, offering him an excellent view of her breasts, and for all I knew from that angle, her navel. She was hot, wanting some action. Patience was never one of her strong points. When the bartender was not there, we would swing our stools around and watch the rest of the room. Cindy got a lot of looks as she crossed her legs. I'll bet a lot of guys would have loved to be closer, but moving now would be too obvious. She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again, just to make the flash more visible, and most of the looks became stares. She was a fox.
After a drink, we decided to dance. It was a fast dance, and Cindy would be spinning and twirling a lot. Just the kind of dance we liked. We took to the floor and started dancing, nothing too spectacular at first, just some steps and bobs and weaves to get the rhythm going. All the same, the skirt bounced around some, and she continued to attract attention. Just after us, another couple joined us on the dance floor. She, too, was dressed reasonably sexily. She had on a tight shortish skirt with a tube top. The skirt did not fly around as Cindy's did, but it did give a good impression of a well-proportioned butt and good legs. The girls laughed and smiled knowingly at each other while the other guy and I said hello. Just then, as things were heating up, we saw the guys from the pool walk in. There were four of them, and they immediately saw Cindy on the floor. They looked around the room, and then one of them walked up to the bartender and asked him a question. I saw the bartender slightly nod in the direction of our stools and the open table next to them. I was pleased to see all four of them sit down at that table, even adjusting their chairs so that no one had their back to either the dance floor or our stools.
"These guys are sharp." I thought.
