Same company, Different receptionist.
A rather uninhibited 19 year old lass, part time Ann-summers rep to boot, I'll call her Liz for that was her name.

One day I heard some raucous laughter coming from the reception next door so had to go and have a nosy. Val our matronly company secretary (think Hattie Jacques) was cackling away at the holiday photo's that Liz had just gotten developed.

"Look at his hairy arse! Is that the bloke you brought back to your room?" *cackle*
"Oooh, you've got nothing on in this one!" *cackle*
"Who's that? She's naked?" *cackle*

Cheekily asking whether I could have a look I was politely told,"Not bloodly likely." and was sent away.

About 1/2 an hour later Liz's printer mysteriously *cough* stopped working so I had to go and sort it out.

Sitting there on her desk was the envelope with the photo's in it. Did my horny 19-year-old self show respect and restraint? Did it hell.

I was flicking through those photos like a bank robber counting his cash, looking for the golden photo.

Bingo! There was Liz in her apartment bollock naked, hairy snatch and poached egg tits on show. Followed by one of her mate equally bollock naked. The only downer was the hairy arse shot of some bloke she met (and later married - who says holiday romances never work?)

I felt quite bad about the invasion of privacy, but only after stripping several layers of skin from my wee-man in the gents toilet.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 24 Aug 2012, 9:08, 1 reply)

Alright Albert?

( Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Fri 24 Aug 2012, 16:29, closed)