Chapter Twenty-Three
Linda knocks on the door of cabin 14 and finds herself laughing when Rhonda opens in response. By happenstance the women are nearly identically dressed, Linda in a tennis outfit of white, shear for comfort and nearly diaphanous, Rhonda the same but in powder blue.
“May I recommend no panties, Rhonda? The tropical breezes will better cool... and oral servitude here is spontaneous.”
Rhonda smiles and lifts the hem of the pleated skirt to her waist. Fingers entwine in the waist band of a thong and pull down as the feet step out. In righting the single piece attire, the shortness leaves most of the thighs bare. Rhonda feels nearly naked, the warm air wafting about her nether region. Such prurience!
“Excellent. First let’s go to the dormitory and make a selection. This
