Get a drink

Forming a plan, I sit up, carefully adjusting the towel to my new position, and reach for my drink. I turn back and sip the cool liquid, while peeking at Doe's bush. It is a sparse nest of brown hair, untrimmed, but neat anyway. Because of its thinness, I can clearly see her pussy lips split apart in the middle. I take another sip from the glass, not moving my eyes.

"There you go peeking again, John! Haven't we had this discussion about it being okay to check me out?" she asks with a wry grin on her face. "Take a good look."

"Um..." I say, unable to put two words together. I turn and look again, taking in her whole body. I really marvel at her beautiful body -- full, round tits, flat belly and narrow waist, wide hips, shapely furred mound, and long slim legs.

“You can’t imagine how gratifying it is to have a young buck like you checking out an old lady like me,” she says, smiling up at me.

“You’re not old!” I exclaim, meaning it. “I don’t care how old you are, you’re hot!”

Her grin gets wider as she says, "That’s very sweet. Thank you, John. What a compliment. Now, you need to turn over or you'll burn as well as be uneven -- brown on back and white on the front."

"Okay, but remember what we said. I'm kind of excited down there," I say, glancing down at my lap. The towel is doing a good job of hiding my protuberance, but it will not once I lie down.

“Well, it’s only fair if you show me yours. You have gotten to ogle me. I think it’s my turn to ogle,” Doe said. “You don’t need that silly towel anymore.”