"Hi Chris – I'm Betty Morales," she said reaching for the towel beside her and dabbing at her crotch. "I guess I'll have to go cruising again."

Chris slid onto the floor next to Betty and said, "I'd like to help you solve your problem."

"If you're making a pass Chris it's just been received," Betty whispered hoarsely. "Let's find the room where I started out," she said wrapping herself in a silk robe that had been under the towel she used.

Holding Chris' hand Betty led the way down a well lighted corridor to a room at the far end. She tapped lightly on the door remarking, "In this place anyone might be doing anything so it's always better to knock before entering."

The room was dimly lit. The bed was made but the spread was rumpled. Betty turned to Chris as she closed the door whispering, "Get undressed please Chrisie."

As Chris slipped out of her jacket Betty's hands reached eagerly for her tiny breasts and hard nipples pushing at the soft cotton shirt. Sliding her hands down to Chris' waist she lifted the shirt up and pressed her warm, eager mouth to Chris' right breast sucking noisily. Her tongue then began to work at the stiff, erect nipple. Chris moaned and stopped struggling to get her hands and arms free of her turtle neck shirt.

She felt Betty's hands moving with tender, almost tickling strokes down her now tense body. Each movement of Betty's hands and each stroke of her fingers left a trail of fiery desire in their wake. Chris' seemed to fold beneath her and she dropped gently onto the bed as Betty's hands searched for the buttons and zipper of her jeans.

Her body pulsated and she whispered softly, "Please do it Betty." Her jeans dropped to her ankles but her wet bikini panties resting at knee level kept her from spreading her legs. She struggled to open spread her legs for Betty's probing fingers. The more she struggled the wilder her desire and need became.

Betty was now straddling Chris and brushing her tight little breasts with her own. Chris struggled to get her hands free so that she could bring Betty's luscious tits to her lips and mouth. The more she struggled the tighter she seemed bound by her clothes.