Two Conventioneers Ch. 02

OK, now the clothes come off...

"Everyone OK?" I asked.

Kim slid the card into the lock and swung the door open.

Debbie gestured us through and we stepped into the perfect anonymity of a Marriott double room. The queen beds had been made up, and their suitcases were neatly set in front of the closet, which was filled with hanging clothes.

We stood and awkwardly looked at each other, until I couldn't take it anymore and started laughing.

"What now?" I asked.

Kim and Debbie looked at me then at each other.

"We want to watch you two," Kim said.

I gestured at Gail and asked "Watch us? Uh...?"

Debbie blurted it out "...watch you fuck."

Her southern accent made the word roll and float in the air.

She flushed as she said it, but she didn't take her eyes off me.

Gail walked beside me and put her hand around my waist. She looked at Debbie and smiled. "OK."

Then she turned to me, put her arms around my neck and pressed herself to me, whispering "Oh, we'll give them a show."

She knelt down and unzipped her boots, then pulled off her socks. She unzipped her sweater, and dropped in in a pile. She turned her back to them and unzipped her jeans and slowly rocked her hips back and forth as she pulled them off and daintily stepped out of them, giving us a flash of her bright blue undies underneath her shirttails. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and dropped her panties to her feet.

The bright red shirt hid her, and she turned to face Kim and Debbie and slowly unbuttoned it from the top. I saw Kim and Debbie's eyes run up and down her front, I'm sure following the exposed skin to the tiny patch of black hair I know so well.

She dropped the shirt off her shoulders onto the ground, and I saw her beautiful back, slender waist, short sleek legs and perfect pear-shaped ass. She struck a pose for Kim