"Now it was Brent’s turn to grin toothily, "Dear, if you were back here during the day, we probably wouldn’t be sitting by the pool all that much.... He cut off a chunk of ham and chomped it off the end of the fork, as if to emphasize something.Samantha giggled. "Touche."Brent smiled as he trotted up the beach from the surf, water still dripping down his lean but toned, gray-furred frame. The warm sun felt wonderful on him, and he felt no need to towel himself off. A good swim like that. The guy, I guess in his late twenties, installed himself at the window and started making irritating noises with a childish game on his tablet. His girlfriend, seated herself next to me and asked him to stop. I was thankful for her intervention. I closed my eyes to avoid all the pre-flight safety talks and dozed off in a light sleep, trying to get myself back to the beach and the tanned flight attendant. All to no avail of course, so I took out my book. A nice Dutch novel about five friends (my. On my way back to the bed where he was sitting I pulled my skirt up to make a sexy short dress. When I got back to him I pulled my bra out without showing him anything. I slipped out of my heals. My panties had been off during lunch. He liked my barefoot dance with only the briefest hint of pussy.I said, “please excuse me for a minute.” In the bathroom, I hung the skirt on a hanger and put on the silk blouse. For maximum effect, I stood just outside the bathroom door with the light on behind. Probably six months into the working out, I decided to start doing situps on a mat. I purposely looked like I was having difficulty keeping my legs down, and she readily offered to sit on my legs. I agreed of course, and for the first few times I kept her down on my ankles holding them. I could see the genuine lust in her eyes as she tried to peek up my shorts legs. But instead of doing the obvious, like not wearing underwear or such, I decided a different approach. The next time I asked her to.