All week in Washington the meetings lasted til the wee hours of the morning.All week in Washington the meetings lasted til the wee hours of the morning. And they started up again at eight. Sheer torture. And finally on the last day of this blasted convention, they let us go back to the hotel "early", 9 PM, so we can call the airlines and tell them we missed our 4 PM flight home, and to book us for another, about noon on Saturday. Rushing back to my room, I put my suit on and rushed up to the 38th floor pool. Hoping to have a nice relaxing swim before hitting the sack. However the twins on the elevator had different ideas. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Missy took her robe off and asked if I thought she had a "cute" figure. Her braces and cute pixey haircut said she was about thirteen, but her body said more like sixteen or seventeen. The white halter top covered her budding breasts quite well, but the lights were so bright, that I saw the pinkness of her nipples, begging to be kissed. Her waist was ever so thin, flaring into the best looking pair of legs I could ever remember. Her bikini was one of those with sort of a belt of material around her hips, and was adjustable, sort of like curtains, so she could adjust how much of her bare little bottom was in view. Just as she turned her bottom towards me, her fingers reached behind her, I supposed, to cover up more of her behind. My cock almost tore a hole in my own trunks as instead, she revealed as much of her bare behind as the bikini would allow. |