Ask the woman in the white bikini where to start.

John pulled her eyes away from the couple in the gazebo and made her way around the diving board to the coffee-skinned girl with the white bikini. The late afternoon light sparkled off glittery flecks in the pool deck concrete. The woman chatted familiarly with a young man in white shorts and a staff uniform shirt, then sent him on his way with a playful push.

As she approached the woman, she saw that her skin glistened with moisture, and her suit was damp from the pool. Drops of water clung to the short black curls on her head. The damp suit wasn't only translucent on top, outlining her nipples, but also on the bottom, with an obvious pussy cleft between two full lower lips.

"Hi, I'm John," she introduced herself. "You look like you know this place pretty well. Can you tell me what does a girl at loose ends do to remind herself what it's like to have fun?"

The woman laughed, a low, warm chuckle. "Sure, sister," she said. "I come here all the time. Buy me a drink and tell me your troubles, and I'll tell you about your best bets to get your groove back." She adjusted her top, giving John a flash of deep brown nipples. "That sexy red bikini is a good start," she said admiringly. She reached out and squeezed John's hand. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Lyda Jane Sugarman."

"What are you drinking?" John asked.