Pauline investigates

Pauline sat in her room, sprawled out on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. She casually took another bite of the candy bar she had somehow pulled from the clutches of that vending machine as her mind wondered towards her unexpected encounter in the hall.

"Who are you, Mackenzie?" Pauline asked herself. "And why were you naked?"

Various explanations filled the dark-haired womans mind. Was she a college pledge? A daring pervert? A mental patient? Maybe a rogue exhibitionist. They were all plausible options, but nothing could be confirmed just yet.

"I've got to find out." Pauline said, standing up. "There's a story here, and I'm going to find it."

She grabbed her keycard and slipped it into her pocket before exiting her hotel room and heading towards the pool. Pauline had to find out what was going on with that woman. She wasn't just another hotel guest. After all, Pauline was a journalist. One who focused on stories about unique and bizarre individuals and a beautiful woman so bold she'd prance around a hotel wet and naked. That was about as unique as they came.

Pauline arrived at the pool quickly as it wasn't that far from her room. Before entering, she carefully peeked in through the window. She saw nothing at first but then spotted some splashing in the water and immediately deducted that it was the redhead swimming laps in the pool. Still butt naked.

"I don't believe it." Pauline gasped. "Isn't she afraid of getting thrown out?"

**** for answers, the journalist strolled into the pool area just as Mackenzie was climbing out of the pool, water careening down her back and ass. Pauline found herself staring in awe. With a body that perfect, maybe it just made sense for Mackenzie to show it off. Pauline quickly felt awkward just staring at the redhead's ass and decided to get her attention.

"Hello again," Pauline spouted, causing Mackenzie to flinch and quickly turn around with a look of shock. Clearly, she had not heard Pauline come in. When she recognized the dark-haired woman, Mackenzie quickly calmed down and flashed a smile.

"Oh hey," She said with a wave, "changed your mind, huh?"

"Y-yeah," Pauline replied. "You put the thought in my mind so, umm, here I am."

Pauline wanted to kick herself. She was professional journalists. She had interviewed dictators and serial killers. A hotel nudist shouldn't be giving her trouble. Yet as Mackenzie stood there, hand on hip with a sparkling smile, Pauline found she had trouble speaking.

"Well, I was just about to use the hot tub so the pools all your."

Pauline clicked her tongue. She had hoped she could just lounge poolside while Mackenzie swam and casually ask her questions, but the hot tub was on the other side of the pool area. If the reporter was going to secretly interview the nudist, she'd have to join her.

"Actually," Pauline announced, "I was also hoping to use the hot tub."

"Really," Mackenzie said, surprised. "Well that's lucky.

Although Mackenzie was being earnest, Pauline believed she heard doubt in the redhead's voice. She looked down at herself. By some insane twist of fate, she had chosen to get a snack after taking a shower. So, she had met Mackenzie ONLY wearing a robe. She took a deep breath, untied her belt, pushed the black robe off her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground. Now, there were two naked women in the pool room.

Pauline was a bit slimmer than Mackenzie with smaller breasts and a tighter ass. However, she was considerably tanner than the redhead thanks to the latin blood on her mother's side, and while not overty muscular, it was clear that Pauline was certainly fit.

"Let's do this," Pauline said, swallowing her embarrassment. She placed both hands on her hips to look more confident.

"Alright then," Mackenzie said. "Let's go."

"Let's," Pauline replied as the two walked over towards the jacuzzi. The second Mackenzie turned her back to Pauline, the reporters face contorted into an expression of humiliation and fear.

Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't believe I did that. I'm naked! Naked at the hotel pool. Someone could see me. Someone could recognize me. Dear Lord, this story had better be good.

The pair arrived at the hot tub, and Mackenzie quickly switched it on using the wall controls. The tub filled with bubbles, and the naked women slowly lowered themselves into the tub.

"Ah! Ow. Ooh. Au. Ouch. Ah. Aaaaahhhhh," Mackenzie moaned as she leaned back, finally adjusting to the temperature. "Wow, these jets feel great against bare skin."

Pauline nodded along from the other side of the tub. The bubbles covered to top of the water hiding everything beneath it so Pauline had opted to lower her body as far into the water as she could to keep hidden. Even then, she made sure to cross her arms and legs over her torso to cover as much of herself as possible. Overall, she was not feeling that relaxed.

Mackenzie, on the other hand, was on Cloud Nine. She stretched her arms and legs as far out as they could go, not caring if they could be seen or not. Her boobs floated, bobbing up amd down with the waves caused by the firing jets. Pauline's mouth hung ajar at the sight of them, but she said nothing. Seeing Mackenzie so relaxed, the reporter realized this was a perfect time to ask some questions. She could feel her journalistic curiosity weakening in comparison to her embarrassment, so she wanted to hurry up so she could put her robe on and get back to her room.