Unknown - Captured by Ann

When the students were finished the resident thanked Ann for her cooperation and asked if she would mind helping a little further by allowing his students to do an internal exam. I thought that Ann would not wish to submit to this indignity so many times, but Ann was quick to indicate her willingness to cooperate. The resident proceeded to drape the end of Ann's bed and to place her feet in the stirrups. I stepped to the rear of the room and watched as how, with her legs now splayed apart, Ann was open to the view of the resident and his charges. Ann's shaving habits were also evident. I watched as the resident donned his gloves and after applying some sort of sterile lubricant, inserted his digits and identified for his students the different anatomical structures that were evident to him. Each of the three students followed in turn and, thankfully, there were no other mishaps.

Sharon and Ann turned out to become good friends as Sharon started her legal career with us. I was happy that there was no jealousy between them. Indeed I was fortunate that none of my employees had strained relations with the others. In fact, Jodi and Allie were sharing an apartment with each other and Maria was a frequent overnight visitor when she did not feel like going home to her apartment in Queens and would rather spend the ni ght in the city.

I decided that I wanted to take a vacation and raised with Ann the thought that we might go away together for a week or so around Labor Day. I thought it important to include Ann for several reasons. First, my attentio n had been diverted pretty much among all the people working with me and I sensed that she thought she might be losing her confidence in the primacy of her relation with me. Second, I had become more assertive relative t o Ann, directing her more forcefully to accommodate me and really not paying much attention to her sensibilities. Third, in fact I liked her very much and cared for her too.

I realized that the South of France was ideal for vacation late in the Summer and after checking with our travel agent, I booked a suite at the Hotel du Cap in Cap d'Antibes for the week around Labor Day.

Ann, as I anticipated was quite thrilled with the notion of "our" vacation. In the week before we were scheduled to go, Ann told me that she was going to go out to Vanities to pick up some items to round up her wardrobe for the trip. I decided to go along for the show. In the car ride out, I asked Ann whether she was sure that no one else at the store, knew about my viewing room. Ann reminded me that the only entrance was from the rea r of the store and that those who worked in the shop only came in from the front entrance. Ann asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her, I told her that I would try and enjoy a few hours watching the goings on at Van ities. Ann dropped me in the back of the store and I made my way to my perch.

I was not expecting too much activity, because it was the end of the summer so I thought that most of our swimsuit business was over. In fact the first one in to the dressing room was Ann. I watched as she tried on two bikinis and two one-piece suits. One was particularly sexy as its side were cut away from the side and the fullness of her breasts were exposed. Ann made her selections and my attention turned to two of the other rooms which were now occupied. In one of them was a familiar face. One of the local network affiliate newscasters was in trying on a one piece bathing suit. In the process, I was given a view of her really outstanding body . At one point she stuck her head out of the door and evidently invited a companion in to express an opinion. Her companion also had picked out some items to try on and so the two spent a few minutes in that crowded roo m taking off and putting on different items. Soon enough, Ann let herself in to the room and we decided to get a bite to eat, see a movie and then head back to the city.

On the evening of our departure we took a limousine to the Pan Am terminal at Kennedy for our non-stop flight to Nice, France. It was a typical hot and humid late summer day and we were both dressed casually. Ann was w earing light slacks with a man's undershirt (not the T-shirt type) covered by a light nylon shell. We had a little time to kill so we browsed the magazine racks and then had a drink in the first-class lounge. Finally, o ur departure was Announced and we made our way on to the plane. There was a shriek. "Ann!" "Debbie!" Losing all composure, one of the flight attendants and Ann were embracing, jumping up and down and greeting each othe r as if they were long, lost friends, which was exactly the case.

Ann and Debbie it turned out had been roommates in college and then slowly fell out of touch. Debbie and Ann spent a few minutes hurriedly catching up, I was introduced, and then Debbie had to busy herself getting every one seated and the plane ready for take-off. It wasn't until two hours later, after the meal service had been completed that Debbie and Ann were able to spend a few minutes together, reliving past adventures and catching up on what happened to this one or that and what was new in each other's lives. Debbie was going to be laying over in Nice for two days and I invited Debbie to spend her free time with us at our hotel. She was happy to accept.

At that point the cabin lights were dimmed so that a movie could be shown. I decided to make a point with Ann. I leaned over to Ann and told her to take a blanket from the overhead bin and after she arranged it over he r, to take off her nylon jacket. Without her jacket, Ann would be an exceptional sight. The scooped out armholes of the T-shirt bared a great abundance of her breasts-and the material of the shirt was so thin that what ever wasn't bare was effectively so.

At first I had Ann keep the blanket pulled up snug around her neck. I then whispered to her: "Ann, I want you to pretend you're asleep. I will then have the blanket fall away and everyone else will have a view." "If that's what you want" was her reply. After about ten minutes, Ann sort of moved in her seat and I surreptitiously tugged at her blanket and it fell away just slightly from one side. Anyone looking would have seen the la teral swell of one breast. A few minutes later, I caused it to fall a bit further away. Then, more of her breast was exposed. I saw people pretending not to notice, but noticing anyway.

A little bit later, I told Ann to go the restroom and leave the blanket and jacket behind. Ann did not hesitate for a second. Heads turned as she bounced her way to the lavatory. When she emerged, there was an audibl e gasp as passengers saw Ann return to her seat. For all intents and purposes she could have been totally topless. Ann resumed her seat and Debbie, who saw all of this from the rear of the cabin, came over to her and as ked out loud for the benefit of those who were wondering what she was going to say, if anything, "Can I get you anything?" Debbie then leaned over Ann and I heard her whisper "Same old Ann" and then I saw Debbie flick h er tongue in Ann's ear-just for a second. At that moment I was extra glad that I had invited Debbie to spend some time with us.

I decided to play with the rest of the passengers for just a bit longer. I told Ann to pull the blanket over her again, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled her left breast completely to the side and out of the fab ric of her undershirt. As Ann pseudo-slept, I gently rearranged the blanket so that her breast was exposed from mid-nipple outward. The passengers who were within our line of sight simply stared. One of the women on th e plane, however, seemed a little put off by what was going on and rather than foment a scene, I covered Ann up. Later, I had Ann put on her jacket and we finished the flight conventionally.

Nice was about 45 minutes from our hotel, and by the time we cleared customs, and collected our luggage and then drove to the hotel it was about 1:00p.m. Hotel du Cap had lovely rooms, beautiful private grounds with lus h lawns and tropical vegetation. We settled in to our suite, took showers, ordered a bite from room service, and then decided to head over to the pool, which was set in a bluff just above the Mediterranean. The attendan t at the pool arranged two lounge chairs for us along the perimeter and we lay down to soak in the sun and catch up on the sleep we did not get on our flight over. About half the women were sunbathing topless, but Ann le ft her one-piece on and I did not suggest otherwise.