9:00 am. The morning sunrise was beautiful – pink sky, no clouds. Obviously another hot sunny summer day. The water at the beach looked a bit choppy so it must be windy. That worried Penny. Her husband and two kids were going on an all-day trip to see the "treasure wrecks" on that small glass-bottom tour boat. She couldn't go because when they bought the tickets there were only 3 seats left for today's trip and their vacation would be over tomorrow so no second chance. Was that boat safe on rough water? Her husband, Dave, tubby Dave, assured her there was no danger, after all, the tour operator had years and years of experience.
9:30 am. Down at the dock the boat captain was in good cheer welcoming everyone aboard. Ten passengers. Surely the boat was too small for these waves? Some of the waves were at least a foot high!! After assuring her for the third time, she overheard the captain grumble to someone about overprotective mothers. Well!! She was just naturally concerned, as any mother would be. She watched with continued concern as the gently rocking boat slipped away from the dock and started pushing into the bay. She waved bye but the kids paid no attention, they were too busy trying to talk the captain into letting them dive at the wrecks. Teenagers!! No sense at all! And Dave seemed to be already nodding off! How can he be so calm?
10:00 am. Time for coffee. Penny listened to the waves roll onto the beach as she walked down the sand-swept sidewalk to the nearby "gourmet" coffee shop. It actually had good lattes. She passed the young ice cream vendor sitting on his bicycle cart as usual. As she walked past, her eyes, hidden behind her sunglasses, slid in his direction, as they often had the last few days. Nice tanned muscles. Athletic legs. Blue tank top and blue Speedos as usual. Sometimes when he got off the bike and stood up straight she found her eyes wandering down to those Speedos. Her eyes had caught a huge bulge yesterday that almost made her walk into a tree. Oh to be young again and not stuck with tubby Dave. Dave who wouldn't notice if she was naked or dressed.
Penny, 40, was sure she was still attractive even if Dave didn't notice. Dave hadn't touched her in at least a year. He wouldn't bother with her unless she stuck a chocolate donut on her boobs! She knew she was in decent shape because she had dropped two sizes in the past year. Just yesterday she discovered she could wear a bikini again. She had randomly dropped into a swimwear shop shortly after the near-incident with the tree. No connection with the ice cream guys' bulge of course. She had bought a cute red bikini. According to the poster, the very thin red floral push up bra top had "a bust enhancing style". The red bottom with the decorative white rope belt had a "tummy-tamer lining for the belly." In other words it made her look very good. Penny had shoulder length brown hair that blew in the wind. Her 38C bust filled the bikini nicely and her bum no longer bounced. Those long walks on the beach had reduced the bounce to a gentle jiggle. Her tummy was not flat like that of a young model but the "tummy-tamer" worked wonders. She had put the bikini on to get Dave's attention and then brought Dave a coffee. He asked for the paper and a donut!
10:30 am. Having spilled the latte down her blouse she went back to the cottage to change. As usual Mr. Ice Cream Muscles was drifting in that direction. She might watch from behind the curtains again. He was tall, at least 5'10" to her short 5'.
11:00 am. Dave and the kids away – well maybe she would just go lie on the sand and get some sun. She put the bikini on and checked herself in the mirror before putting on the terry cover-up with the zip down front. It was light blue, sleeveless and reached down to mid-thigh. The brown woven basket contained her towel. She stopped to get an ice cream giving a shy smile as her sunglass hidden eyes took in the sweat rolling down his biceps and chest.
"You look hot. Why don't you have one of your popsicles?" Now why did she say that? She had never spoken to him before. But he did look hot!
"Can't. I only have one left then I have to go back for more. Somebody reported me once for eating one and I got in trouble with the boss. By the way, my name's Tony." Nice lady. Nice smile. Nice basket. Oh yeah, this is the one that walked into a tree yesterday!
"Thanks, I'm Penny. Well look, I'm just going to get a bit of sun. If you're still here when I get back I'll buy you a popsicle. OK?" Why did she say that? Well, just being friendly is ok.
She was back 15 minutes later. Somehow, after a quick dip, sunbathing no longer interested her. She carried the robe in the basket so her red bikini could dry.
"Hi Tony. You still look hot. Let me buy you that popsicle?" As she said this, Penny just happened too lean forward giving Tony an inadvertent but ample view of her bosom.
"Can't. Boss might see. I'd get in trouble even if you paid." Nice lady. Nice bikini. Nice boobs. Be nice if she was 20 years younger.
"My cottage is just across the walk. Come over. Park your bike in the back and have a popsicle." Come over?? Park in the back?? She'd had a naughty dream about Tony the other day but this wasn't right. She looked down. Nice Speedos.
"OK. Thanks. I'll be over in a few minutes." A popsicle would be a welcome relief in this heat.
In the cottage Penny took the robe out to put it on but just tossed it in the corner when she heard the bike bell at the back.
