Helen

Stunning! She wore bright red high heels. Her muscular, tanned legs were bare all the way up to a tiny pair of matching red shorts which barely covered her bum cheeks. Somehow they clung to her at the widest part of her hips. Above here shorts her waist narrowed to almost nothing. Her waist and lower body were bare. Her tummy was flat and tanned. Her tits were pleasing. They were covered by a white singlet, the thin material revealing the points of her nipples; I concluded that she was not wearing a bra. When finally I dragged my gaze up to her face I realised that she was looking straight at me with a grin on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes.

“Well? What do you think?” she asked me. “Stunning! I just wish that I was at least 20 years younger, then I might have a chance with you. Can I at least buy you a drink?” I was standing at the bar in the hotel where I was staying while attending a conference. “Thanks. I would love a glass of champagne.”

I finished my scotch, then turned to the barman and asked for a bottle of champagne and two glasses, which I had him charge to my room. We took our champagne over to a small table. I told her that my name was Fred and a bit about my being in town for an engineering conference. She told me that her name was Helen and she was a uni student, studying engineering and planning to specialise in the same area that I worked in. She was attending the same conference. We chatted away until the bottle was empty, then she asked, “Is there anything to drink in your room?” “Sure! I have a full bottle of scotch, and there is the usual mini-bar. Shall we go?” We both stood and headed for the lift.

Once in the lift, she pressed her body against mine. I responded by putting my arm around her bare midriff, which she seemed to like. Then I slid my hand up under her singlet and cupped her bare breast, which she also appeared to enjoy. Before we got to my floor the lift stopped and a couple got in. They were wrapped in large towels and could have been naked underneath. The girl giggled when she saw my hand on Helen’s boob and said, “We are going for a swim in the pool upstairs. Would you like to join us?” “I’m sorry, but neither of us has a swimming costume.” “Neither have we!” and she opened her towel to show us that she was indeed naked under the towel.