Again, they instantly began chuckling, “No, no, no, we had to bare it all in front of everyone, you do too.”
She kept bouncing her knees nervously, when finally she stood up with her mouth half opened expressing a nervous smile, and said “I see there are no gentlemen here who might insist that I maintain my dignity.”
They all began roaring, “Nope, nope, none here, Oh, no, none here,” With one eventually saying, “At least you’ll have our respect. So will it be the top or bottoms?”
She stared at me again for a couple of seconds and then turned away as she nervously giggled, “I must be nuts.” She hurriedly put her thumbs on the sides of her bikini bottoms, and slid them down to her knees as she quickly sat and raised her feet off the floor and removed them.
You would have thought this was an off-post military bar with thirty GIs the way they carried on. She then sarcastically said, “Good lord, enough. Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s bottom half before?”
They all began repeating things like, “Not as fine as yours, Mrs. Arnett, not as fine as yours… Mr. Arnett, your wife is so fucking hot. Oh, my God you’re hot. Mrs. Arnett, you’re so fucking hot.” I must have always taken it for granted, but she really did look amazing sitting there with only her bikini top on.
She couldn’t stop giggling, telling them “Do you realize I’m thirty-seven years old, and you guys are what, barely twenty-one? You should be chasing those girls gone wild types I see running around here.”
I could tell after the initial embarrassment, she was thoroughly enjoying all the attention and compliments. They never did finish the game, but continued sitting there nude and semi-nude well past their amended five minute rule chitchatting and harassing one another.
Eventually Gina asked me to throw her a T-shirt. I grabbed one of mine thinking it would be long enough to completely cover and tossed it to her. After an hour or so had passed, one guy began talking about going out and finding an all night massage joint, mentioning that he had heard that if you tip really well you might get lucky.
Gina immediately told them that if they get behind the wheel of a car in the shape they were in they would most certainly regret it, but they insistently kept rambling on about it.
I noticed at one point Gina got up and clandestinely grabbed a set of car keys one of them had laid down on the night stand, hiding them under a towel by the bathroom. I knew what she was doing and acted as if I hadn’t even seen her do it. I too thought that if they tried driving in the shape they were in they would kill themselves or someone else.
Finally one of the guys said, “Let’s stop talking about and just do it.” He rose up and began scanning the room as he put his shorts and T-shirt back on, feeling his pockets and looking around the floor.
Gina then mischievously said, “You’re not getting the keys,” as she jumped on the bed and pulled her T-shirt down to cover herself.
He immediately began laughing replying, “Ok, what did you do with them?”