I was wetting my panties when I saw what she was wearing. She had on the shortest short shorts I had ever seen and a tiny blue tank top that showed of... her perfect stomach. When she went through the security at the airport, she was caught be the metal detector. When the guards took a smaller metal scanner and scanned her, the metal was right around her pussy. Then the guards took her to another room to undress her. I was so surprised to see that happen to somebody. Then the funniest thing. Both were casual and easy-going, pleasant-looking rather than handsome, and smallish, about her height of five feet eight inches. Neither of them had any macho pretensions -- a good thing in her opinion. Jason worked at a book store, Doug at a social service agency. They couldn't afford the townhouse without a third person to share the rent. They came to an amicable agreement. She would pay forty percent of the rent and utilities because she had a larger space than either of them. She liked to. "Any place is fine." Lon replied."Let's go to Caiman's at the hotel. It is a nice place to sit and talk. I heard them playing some good music a while ago." I suggested."That's fine with us." They said agreeing.Lon and Sharon were sitting across from us in the limousine and Sharon was wearing a very elegant black dress that was very short. She had her legs crossed and I had to make an effort not to look at her. I suspected Carlie knew I had to make an effort also. I turned looking at Carlie. She was wearing a tight, lacey top that showed off her ample, barely-contained-by-a-C-cup, breasts, and a long skirt that hugged her hips. We got out to my car and spent a few minutes feverishly making out before going to dinner. We had a quiet table together where we chatted, caught up, and where she rubbed her foot up and down my leg, making me even more turned on then I was before. We decided to skip the movie and just go right back to her room.Unfortunately for us, when we got there, there.