Chapter Two The Hotel The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our next port-of-call.Chapter Two The Hotel The next day, we caught a short island-hopping flight to our next port-of-call. It was the opposite of our little cottage. This time, we were staying at a very posh, high-rise resort hotel. After checking out the view from our room, which overlooked the huge pool, Sondra unpacked, stripped and donned only her bikini bottoms and went out onto the balcony. She stretched, letting the sun warm her skin, and I'm sure more than a few people at the pool had an opportunity to observe that she has a magnificent set of tits. I stepped out on to the balcony with her, just as the man from the next suite did. He introduced himself to us and offered us a beer. His name was Brian and when he returned he couldn't take his eyes off Sondra's chest as we talked. After a few minutes, Brian's wife, Janet, joined us on the balcony. She was wearing a conservative one-piece bathing suit and her mouth literally fell open when she saw Sondra. She regained her composure and emphatically informed us that, as far as she knew, it wasn't a topless resort. Each couple sat at their own table on the balcony, separated only by a low, thin railing, and continued talking. As Brian and Janet watched, Sondra began to apply her suntan lotion. She squeezed it onto her hands and rubbed it on her arms, legs, stomach, and finally on her breasts. She was watching the expressions on the faces of our new neighbors, as she applied it to her bare tits and ran her oily fingers over her nipples until they were hard and sticking straight out. |