Change into something more comfortable

"We'll need to change into something more comfortable, John," Mrs. Foreman said. She gave me an appraising look. "Actually, you don't need to change. I do."

"I'll wait for you outside, Mrs. Foreman," I offered.

She smiled at me. "That won't be necessary, John." Before I could ask what she meant, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She then stepped out of her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor.

I was stunned. She was wearing a blue bikini that left little to the imagination.

"How do I look?"

"You look sex...I mean, amazing," I stammered. My face burned in embarrassment at what I almost said.

"Do you really think I look sexy?" she asked.