In her room, she undressed and stood before the mirror, intending to shower and nap a bit before the afternoon marathon of business. She surveyed herself before the full-length mirror. Her body was superb, though a bit plump lately, she now saw. Must be those pastries I've been eating at the office, she thought. She was built a couple of inches taller than average with long legs and flaring hips. Her breasts were large, very large, and round with pink nipples riding on wide, rosy aureolae, very firm without a hint of sag. Now she thought they appeared larger than usual, because of the few extra pounds she had put on, and she noticed her bottom had swelled a bit as well for the same reason. Turning sideways, she looked at her plump, heart-shaped derriere with the tender dimples, one surmounting each creamy white buttock at the base of her spine. Yes, she would definitely have to cut back on the junk food before her clothes started getting too tight.

Cherie turned back to the mirror and her eyes dropped to that sacred honey-blond bush nestled in the junction of her long, slender thighs.

Ron Wolter let himself into the dark room that he knew was empty where he could watch Cherie. It was the window just perpendicular to and just a few feet away from hers. As long as he left the light out and made no sound, she would not know he was there. Last night he had watched her for a long time and he watched her now with growing affection.

Ron was rapidly falling in love with the sweet-faced, beautiful young virgin, and he was sure she felt a strong attraction to him as well. Normally he would have made a move to get to know her better, but he was a bit uncertain as to her attachments and inclinations. He had seen her arrive with Herb Melville, and though that could possibly mean absolutely nothing – Herb did not always fuck his secretaries on these week-long stays in the mountains – there was a chance that the boss had reserved her for himself, and Ron was reluctant to tread on the powerful man's toes.