They immediately replied, “Oh, hell yes, we’ve been there twice and it’s worth the cash.”
As we continued sitting there baking in the sun and periodically jumping in the pool, it was approaching 6:00 P.M. when Gina said “Okay, I’m done with the sun. If we are going to do this, we have to get ready. Come over to the room at 7:00 P.M., and we’ll all leave from there.” I could still tell she was elated that they hadn’t told a soul.
They both emphatically thanked us for being so cool, and agreed instantly that they would be at the room at seven sharp.
After being in the room for a half hour or so, watching Gina prance around in a wrapped up towel after her quick shower, polishing her toenails on her simply gorgeous tanned cute feet, standing naked putting on her panties, along with her very teasing sun-dress, and unbelievably sexy, slip-on, five-inch heels, I became aroused more than anyone knows.
Once during this time, she leaned over and picked up a bottle of polish she had dropped on her way back to the bathroom, and the beautiful crotch of her baby blue panties was exposed vividly, tightly pressed against her pussy. It was breathtaking.
Funny thing though, she wasn’t even close to ready by around 6:30 P.M. Knowing this could be a while, I began making us drinks. I purposely poured hers extremely strong thinking that if there was any shot whatsoever of having lightning strike twice, I had to use everything in the arsenal.
Several times she made a horrid face when she took a drink, saying “What the hell did you make me? Is there any juice in here at all?” We had slowly drunk mixed drinks all day long, but the ones I was now making were damn near straight liquor.
In retrospect I can say that alcohol should never be the main catalyst for such an event. However, I found myself consistently reconciling my moral position by telling myself that it was in every way impossible without it. I’m sure I’m not alone with anyone who has ever experienced such an impromptu event.
The guys ended up calling the room at ten minutes till, telling us they were running late because one of the guys they were with had their credit card and that they would be there no later than 7:30 P.M., apologizing and begging us to wait.
We told them we would wait, but Gina insisted they needed to hurry since she was now ready. They finally knocked on the door a few minutes before promised and seemed out of breath as if they had run to the room. Gina was in the bathroom when they arrived primping and such, but heard them come in.
Both immediately saw me drinking my drink when they asked, “Do you think we could have one of those? Everyone we are here with has sponged and drunk everything we’ve bought.”
I told them to pour whatever they wanted.
Gina at this point had disappeared once again into the bathroom, as she began taking off her fingernail and toenail polish. She was fanatical about matching polish. She told us several times, “Hang in there, I’ll be quick.”
To me, I knew that meant ten minutes tops. They both were already feeling no pain, but I continued allowing them to partake of our alcohol, and they did big time. At one point Stan mixed a drink and walked to the bathroom, and just reached his arm in the closed door, saying, “Here, polishing your toenails can be a stressful thing I’ve been told you might need a drink.”