The desk clerk had watched her standing to the side of the counter while her husband anxiously asked about their reservations. Olaf had hardly listened to what the groom was saying since he was so lustfully fascinated with the ripe young figure of the new bride. He expected to get a full view of that luscious young body later that night as he peeped into the Bridal Suite from a small aperture he had long ago installed in the wall of the adjoining hotel room.

The young newlyweds had changed clothes and gone out immediately to sit in some Palma cafe and watch the other tourists. All afternoon Olaf had gloated over his plans for the coming night. He had practically fallen over himself with excessive friendliness when they had returned to the hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. Escorting them personally to their quarters, he had delighted in their surprise at his good service and their ignorance of how he intended to use them.

Olaf, once he had been relieved by the night clerk at nine, headed immediately for the room next to the Bridal Suite. He hurried up to the wall and positioned himself in front of the special viewing spot he had cleverly designed to focus on the bed. There they were! He gasped eagerly as the couple moved quietly around the room in the tender moments just before they would undress and prepare for bed. His heart rose in anticipation as the young man pulled himself close to his beautiful blonde bride while she teased her moistly parted lips over his face.

It will only be a few moments now! Olaf thought. But then the husband's features fell in disappointment when the young girl gently gestured him aside and entered the bathroom. Olaf had cursed silently with sympathetic frustration as Jack sat down on the side of the bed and stared impatiently at the closed bathroom door.

Now Olaf's lust welled up deeper and more insistently than ever as he imagined the perfect curves of Becky Thompson's succulent young body.