I decided to watch her work out for a few minutes. I made sure I was out of her peripheral vision, so she would not know I was there. Amy was watching the guy on the rowing machine and smiling. She knew he was watching her show off.
She stopped for a second, and stretched her arms over her head. Obviously this shirt was not designed to cover so much of her body. The bottom edge slid all the way to her nipples before it stopped. She pulled it back down, then shook from side to side to resettle her assets.
The man on the rowing machine stood up and walked over to her as she started to exercise again. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but he had trouble looking into her eyes.
I walked along the glass so Amy could see me. Amy leaned over and said something into his ear, her well-filled top rubbing on his arm. I saw her hand slide along his thigh, obviously checking out his package. He responded by cupping one of her breasts and squeezing the nipple.
The guy takes Amy's hand and writes something on it. He walks back to the rowing machine and grabs his stuff. As he passes Amy, he gives her a slap on her tight ass. After he leaves, Amy flashes her palm to the window. I see a room number written on it.
Amy pulls her t-shirt back on and steps into her shoes. When she walks out the door, she turns toward .... |