We stepped inside, and Brenda pushed the button for the 24th floor. I was surprised. My room was on the 11th floor -- floors 20 through 25 were luxury...suites, I knew.As the elevator started upward, I stepped over to her. Brenda looked at me calmly, waiting, her face blank. I parted the lace cover-up she wore over her bikini that was buttoned only at the top and put my hands on her hips. Her eyes moved upward as I pulled her closer, watching my eyes but still showing nothing. I slid my hands up. The tropical breezes drift over us as we lie in the shadow of the palms, watching the clear blue surf roll in, cool drinks at their sides, the scent of the sea mixed with luscious oils and native blooms filling their senses. Both of us relaxed and lost in thought, enjoying the atmosphere and being together. You ask me to rub lotion on you and you flip over to receive it. I slather your firm muscles with cream and let my hands drift down across your ass. Playfully I tickle your crotch as I. She took a drink, and I added, "But I've been watching my neighbor and his lover through his windows." She almost spit up her drink. "No shit! Isn't he careful with his shades?" Well, at first that was what's going on. Then I let him know he was putting on a show - and asked him not to stop."Now, Bonnie hadn't anticipated this side of me. I continued, "So for the last couple of weeks, we have been putting on shows for each other. I can sit on my living room floor and his upstairs room is. I washed you, you wash me." Tentatively, she began to do so. He had to prompt her several times when it was necessary to approach his more tender areas, but she obeyed. As she finished and they got out to towel off, he praised her. "That was tenderly done, Zero Seven. Thank you." Having previously adjusted somewhat to what was happening to her, she blushed hotly again."I, I, enjoyed that," she confessed."Good. So did I."Bennie was being encouraged by Jane Edwards. Of course she was much younger.