"Mrs. B., Can I get you another mimosa?" Isaac was Allison's devoted luncheon companion. His attention was complete, and she lacked for nothing.
Allison grinned at his bright smile, "Should I? How many have I had?"
"Oh, let's give accounting a day off, Mrs. B!" He poured her another drink from the pitcher on the ceramic table. His eyes tried to pry through her white shorts and top. To him her clothes were wrapping paper, and Santa had just left. Allison watched his eyes as they glided over her body. She now understood the phrase "undressing me with his eyes." Isaac's overt ogling of her chest made her bra clasp quiver. She desperately needed to caress her nipples; they were stiff beyond endurance. They needed a touch or a pair of eager young lips.
She laughed lightly, "Yes, let's not count today." She felt warm skin beneath her fingers. Her hand rested lightly on Isaac's thigh. Now how did that get there, Allison wondered? She teased his tight, muscled flesh with her fingertips and left her hand in place. She knew touching him like this was inappropriate, and she would need another panty change soon. Her inhibitions crumbled further under the mysterious force that was crumbling her old moral code.
"Where did every one go? Is Jack still sleeping?" Her eyes circled the table and saw it was just she and Isaac still having lunch. She edged her hand up his thigh to celebrate their solitude.
"Jenni went in with Mom and Dad to get ready for an afternoon swim." Isaac's hand covered her hand on his thigh. His strong fingers settled between her long, thin ones. Allison scooted her chair closer. She was certain her pussy squished when she moved.
"Should we get ready?" Allison was ready for almost anything the handsome young man might suggest.
"Would you like to? We could run up to your room and undress. We all swim nude here."
She answered in a shocked voice, "Nude? Oh I couldn't do that."
Isaac grinned, "What? Go up to your room with me and get naked?"
Laughing loudly, Allison blushed, "Oh, I couldn't. Could I?" Could she? She wondered under her cracking layer of moral inhibitions.
"Why not, Mrs. B?" Isaac gave her body a long look. "You're very hot, and I would love to see you naked."
Allison froze at his compliment and then burst out laughing. "Oh Isaac, what would Jenni say?" Her hand unconsciously touched her shirt over her breast. The ache in her nipple only intensified. "Oh, I don't know, I just have never been nude in front of anyone. Jack's not even seen me naked in many years..." An image flashed in Allison's head of her naked before Isaac. She shifted in her chair and wondered if there was a level of wetness past squish.
Isaac took her hand. "I'll get you a suit and meet you up in your room."
"Thanks for being so understanding, Isaac." She let him pull her up and was surprised when he still held her hand. He kept his hold until they were outside her room. She entered. Jack sleeping on the bed and snoring loudly.
She needed to pee and hurried into the bathroom. As she was wiping she heard a light tap at the door. When she opened the bathroom door her young man stood there with a tiny shocking pink string bikini. He looked at Jack sleeping and whispered, "This should fit."
Allison looked at it and saw it would cover nothing. She tried to keep her voice down. "Isaac, I've never worn a bikini before. Don't you have any one-piece suits?" She was aghast at what he called a bikini.
He grinned and put the top behind his back. "You wanted to go topless, Mrs. B?"
She shivered at the thought of walking out in the pool area with her breasts bobbing in the breeze. "Uh, no. Isaac I meant a normal suit."
He held up the bottoms, laughing, "Mrs. B, this is normal here!"
Allison reluctantly took the bikini from him. "I guess I can try it on."
Isaac sat down on a chair by the dressing table. Allison looked at him. She saw he wasn't going to leave the room. She made to speak, but a tremor gushed through her and another inhibition died.
