Of course the conservative sweater hid the body below the radiant face.A perfectly coifed head of neck length straight blonde hair, a soft yellow like...autumn leaves, trimmed bangs framed high cheekbones below large brown eyes tapering down to a softly pointed chin. Her small, lightly padded lips lifted and retracted and otherwise moved expressively. Soft skin glowed with a light healthy tan. All eyes but Harold's studied her beauty.Mellifluous and young, her slightly deep voice projected her. I quickly relieved myself which is hard to do when your member is standing at attention. As I finished I found what I was looking for. Right above the toilet on a shelf was a tube of lube. I grabbed a glob and sort of rubbed it in so it wouldn’t stick to the shorts but would stay till I could get back to him. I walked into the room and he quickly threw the sheet back and patted the bed beside him. I almost broke my neck trying to get back into the bed. As I did he placed his hand on the. Since I was wearing his coat, he and I started talking and before I knew it, the girls had gone back inside and we were the only ones left outside. As I was smoking one last cigarette, he stood behind me and started rubbing my arms and shoulders to keep me warm. As he did, his fingers would brush the sides of my breasts. This wasnt making me warm, it was sending goose bumps up and down me. I leaned back against him and offered him a puff on my cigarette which he took. When it was done, I turned. And, necessity being the mother of invention, he came up with the Mother of bright ideas; nasty, exploitive and cruel but definitely workable.Losing no time, he found his way back to the Greeting Area and demanded that the greeter get him an interview with the Boss! The greeter pondered for a while over which would inflict more suffering; a contemptuous refusal or letting him feel the full weight of the displeasure of the Chief. But eventually he took the easy way out and kicked the problem.