David Brown

Sheila spreads wide

CHAPTER ONE

Sheila followed the porter into the hotel room. She watched him as he set down her baggage on the huge double bed. As soon as he left the room, she removed her clothing and headed for the bathroom. For the next twenty minutes she stood in the shower and let the warm jets of water massage her soft flesh.

After she dried herself, Sheila fell heavily onto the bed. She was completely exhausted. She sighed and stretched. The shower was absolutely divine, she told herself. Just what she needed. After all, it had been quite a trip. Six hundred miles in less than ten hours. And it was not quite over. There was still another hundred miles to go. Her sister lived in Las Vegas. Oh well, she thought. There's really no hurry. Linda isn't expecting me till Saturday. That's three days from now. I'll get plenty of rest today, spend the night, and head for Las Vegas some time tomorrow night.

What I need now, she thought, is a good, stiff drink. There was a cocktail lounge on the ground floor of the hotel. And a restaurant. Sheila decided to have one or two drinks and a good meal. Then she could sack out for the rest of the day.

Getting up, she opened her bags, found her hairbrush, and went back into the bathroom. She spent the next ten minutes in front of the full-length mirror, combing her long, golden hair. Occasionally, she glanced at her luscious naked body. Sheila had always been proud of her body. It was perfect, and she knew it. She reflected that she had never had a rough time with men. After she was finished with her hair, Sheila brushed her teeth and went into the other room to dress.

Five minutes later, she inspected herself in the reflection of the dresser mirror. She looked superb. She had chosen to dress casually: a tight-fitting miniskirt and sleeveless sweater. Sheila never wore a bra or panties. They were too constricting. As a result, her big, round breasts pushed boldly against the thin fabric of the sweater, and the round globes of her perfect ass were quite evident against the miniskirt.

She gave herself one more glance in the mirror before she left the room and took the elevator downstairs.

The lounge was deserted. Sighing in relief, Sheila went to the counter and sat down on the stool. She had hoped the place wouldn't be packed. She was tired, and the last thing she needed was to be surrounded by a hundred smelly, giddy, drunken men with hard-ons.

The barman was a nice, rough-looking man. He took her order and quickly returned with her drink. Sheila sipped the drink slowly. The warm liquor quickly soothed her. She relaxed and took another sip.

Sheila was beginning to feel much, much better. Suddenly something caught her eye. She turned and saw someone sitting on the stool next to hers. He was a good-looking guy in his early thirties. He was tall and well-built. He was smiling. Sheila smiled back.

"Lemme buy you a drink," he said softly, signaling the barman.