Lester thought back to when he looked through Kjerstin's luggage. "You brought your swimsuit, didn't you, Kirstin?"
"Yes, of course," Kjerstin laughed. "It is so much warmer here than in Sweden and so I like swimming. But my bikini, it is, how do you say it, skimpy and you Americans are prudes."
It was Lester's turn to laugh. He chuckled warmly. "Oh, we aren't as prudish as all that, girl. Besides, no one's ever down there, so you won't offend no one. Come on, put it on and I'll show you the way down."
Back in his room, Joe found the sight of Kjerstin bending over at the waist to look for her tiny bikini in her luggage and presenting the apple of her naked ass directly to the camera very compelling, but Lester was playing a bigger game.
Soon, Kjerstin came out of her room. She was wearing a pale blue triangles bikini top, a pale yellow bikini bottom, and white sneakers. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail.
Lester had changed for the gym as well. He was wearing red shorts and a towel across his shoulders, exposing his rippled bulk. He whistled, checking out Kjerstin's toned legs and tummy.
"Hoo, girl. You're looking very fit in that. You work out much?"
"Yes, I do," Kjerstin answered as Lester led her to the elevator. "I do yoga and cardio very often in Sweden."
"Well, this gym's a bit different. You'll see."
The elevator creaked open and they got on, the tall, lean Swedish girl in her tiny bikini and the massively buff African American war veteran in shorts and a towel. Kjerstin started stretching herself as the elevator doors shut. |