Shaking the jitters

Discretion being the better part of valor, Amanda gives the guys a two minute head start. Knowing the room number she then simply strolls past the front desk, boards an elevator and pushes the twelve button. Up top she spends a couple anxious seconds figuring which way room 1215, and considers running away when two equally large guys start down the hall.

“Help you, lady,” the older one calls out.

“Shur enouff, honey,” she answers with a **** drawl. “Aunt Maggie toll me cousin James is in town and dat I shood look him up.”

“James,” the guy echoes, eying her suspiciously.

“Tall guy, black hair, broken nose, plays football for the Cowboys. Is there problem,” she asks sweetly.

“Hey James,” the guy yells out. “You expecting.”

Down the hall a head pops out a door and looks her way. “That's my cousin, coach,” he answers. “She's okay.”

The two hulks shuffle onto the elevator and disappear. Amanda finally thinks to breathe as she stumbles forward.

Behind her James secures the door. Before her Jack pulls out a football jersey, number 32, and tosses it her way. Still nervous she fumbles the toss, dropping the jersey to the floor. To make things worse she almost bumps heads with James who has come up behind her.

“It's okay, Amanda. You can use the jersey for sleepwear and this sofa folds out into a single bed. Tomorrow after breakfast we'll find you a ride back home.”

Not to be left out Jack adds, “Along with the jersey we chased down some extra pillows and a couple blankets”

“Thanks guys,” Amanda smiles. “I don't know how to thank you.”

“Your smile is a good start,” Jack answers.

In the john Amanda stares into the mirror and smiles tightly. Well at least you are no longer feeling sorry for yourself, she tells her reflection. As for James and Jack, she suspects this is part of God's plan, the three of them meeting up like this. It seems silly to make them travel a thousand miles to make it happen, but who is she to question God's way. Her smile grows. In truth she is looking forward to see how this all unwinds. James and Jack are god awful handsome and god awful nice.

Undoing her blouse snaps she pulls her arms free. lets the shirt fall free from her shoulders and carefully folds it to minimize wrinkles. Next sitting on the stool she pulls off the boots, gives them a quick buff with a wet towel and sets them near the door. The jeans she unfastens and like a rattler shedding its skin, she wiggles them to the floor. These too she carefully folds. For her it is all about showing respect for herself and everything around her.

Borrowing a safety razor from a shaving kit and a bar of hotel soap Amanda repeats her earlier scrub down, this time paying careful attention to her legs. She knows from past experience guys love running their hands down silky smooth legs and she likes the sight of a guy's strong hands stroking her - only slightly less than having a guy's member stoke her furnace. Truth be known, there is very little about sex she doesn't like.

Finishing up with a quick rinse off and a thorough towel down, she bundles up her clothes inside the double large jersey and steps out into the bedroom proper. The two guys, busy watching game tapes, both rise to their feet and smile. Smiling back Amanda dances around in tight circle letting their hungry eyes take it all in. From chin to toe she stands proudly naked of what God gave her.

“Damn,” James mumbles.

“Fuck,” Jacks adds on.

“Well,” she asks.

“Uh,” James fumbles, “Well you are one hot babe, babe. How's that?”

“Nice,” she smiles back. “But I was thinking, having seen mine, the polite thing to do would be to show me yours.”

“Both of us,” Jack asks in surprise.

“Yes, both of you.”

Grinning like a pair of banshees, the two cowboys shove down their boxers and kick them toward the door.