He really likes Dottie. She's really beautiful and very sexy. You're a lucky man." "Especially when she lets me go home with a pretty twenty-year old ...irl like you, Sharon." "Well, it's nice that we don't even have to take our clothes off when we get to my cabin, they're already off," she observed. "Isn't that great?" "It's nice to get some privacy for just the two of us, John," she said as she swiped her hand discretely over my cock as we walked up to her cabin. Once inside, she showed me. Double check the suitbag. Double check the case. I ran out to the car. No trousers. I looked at my watch. 10:45. I only have to get to a shop. Ideally just trousers. I didn’t particularly need a whole new suit. Dammit. I ran back to reception. Night clerk was nowhere to be seen (rather obviously). Instead a wide-eyed girl was behind the desk. “Hi. I’m in a bit of an emergency. Where’s the nearest clothes shop?” “Sorry?” Her voice was milk-maid cute. “I need to buy a pair of trousers.” I saw her. My reaction was slightly different as the whiskey went straight to my head. “Damn Chad, I needed that” she sighed clearing her throat and holding the glass out for a refill which I happily did and then sat on the edge of the chair trying to regain my composure, my legs were spread like men do and from the look on her face I think something was hanging out which as she was smiling she obviously liked. I looked across at the cotton cloth of her shorts and the way she was sitting with her legs. That’s a wrong statement. Greta always got attention. Remember I cared about her. Once she started work I took an interest in everything she did at her job, and for the longest time she would spend what seemed like hours detailing every single work thing that happened. I paid attention too. She’d talk about new employees, trouble with the computers, the lazy mailman, I mean everything.Yes, Greta would talk about work, new programs, and all the new rules and regulations coming out of government..