Swimming

I knew that I probably should take an actual shower, but the pool sounded great. "I would love to go swimming, Mrs. Foreman," I replied.

She smiled. "I'll meet you out there," she promised me and left the living room.

I quickly retrieved my swim trunks from my suitcase and changed into them. I didn't have a towel, but I figured she would give me one. I walked out the backdoor into rear of the property.

The pool was located a few feet from the beach itself. It wasn't an Olympic sized pool, but it was a good sized pool nonetheless. As I neared the pool, I stopped short and stared in amazement.

Mrs. Foreman was already in her swimsuit. I figured she must have worn it under her other clothes. But I figured she would be wearing a one-piece suit. Instead, she was wearing a bikini.

"John, would you like to put some suntan lotion on me?"