Waiting Room

"Hi I'm here to check on my daughter, Blake Moore?" the female receptionist heard through the window.

"Sign you name on the guest sheet and I'll need uhhhhhh" the words got stuck in her mouth as she looked over and saw that the woman looked like she was clad in just a towel. And god damn was this woman gorgeous.

"You'll need what?" the raven haired woman said hugging the towel she had on tightly knowing what caught the woman's attention. The same thing that had everyone in the waiting room staring at her. Well except for the fact that in the back a good quarter of her undercarriage was peeking out of the towel.

"um uh your I.D." the woman finished after getting her wits back.

"Ah yes um is seeing it like this ok? It's really hard to get out" Becky said trying to show her drivers license to her throw the clear section on her wallet. The receptionist grabbed the wallet and pulled it closer to get a better look. Only the wallet was attached to the purse by a chain, and unfortunately part of the purse had hooked onto the woman's towel. So with a quick tug the receptionist had pulled all three items through the hole in the glass.

A round of gasps sounded out behind her as they all suddenly got a view of the rest of her fat juicy ass. And Becky, caught off guard was pulled forward with towel before it came off, pressing her still quite perky chest into the window. Smooshing them flat against the cold glass till they were the size of dinner plates. All this just in time for a male receptionist to walk up and see the view.

"Wow" he said.

Only for Becky to squeal "oh my god" before backing away and crouching into herself. The people in the waiting room behind her still getting a great view of her pale naked ass as it nearly touched the ground.

"I am so sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to do that" the female receptionist said in a panicked tone. Quickly unsnagging the towel from the purse and throwing it back through the hole. The atmosphere turning really awkward as the woman redid the towel around her naked form.

"I truly am sorry ma'am. Your daughter is on the second floor on the right from the elevator. Room two oh five" the female receptionist said feeling really guilty.

Becky however once again had her priority shift back to her daughter instead of focusing on her ruined modesty.