I pulled in at the address Mary had texted me, and ambled up to the door, an oversized white shirt above my trunks, and a bag with beach towel, sunglasses, and sunscreen over my shoulder.

Mary opened the door with a smile. "Al! Good to see you," she said. Curiously, she was wearing jeans for our ride to the beach! Not that I was complaining. The skin-tight fit of them showed off the eye-popping curves of her hips and thighs to excellent effect.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. I swept my eyes upward, managing with some effort to pass swiftly past the generously swelling front of her tight tee,...