Sunbathing was stupid. It got you all cancery and such. Also you looked like wrinkled leather. That was all he could think of when he happened to see ...rs. Miller, that dark wrinkly skin. Well, that and the skimpy bikini top and jean shorts she liked to wear while gardening, kneeling as she bent over the flowers, breasts hanging down barely contained. Such a conflict over what his hormones found attractive...Will sighed, reaching down for his paperback book next to the lounge chair. Drowsiness. With a contented sigh I pulled her close and the gently rustling leaves soon lulled us to sleep.I was still glowing when we returned to camp and enjoyed a leisurely dinner. During the meal I couldn't help but share a knowing smile with Claire as we watched several couples duck out early, but we weren't in any hurry to join them.Feigning a yawn, Claire teased, "I think I'll head to bed early." Well in that case, I guess I'll go see how Leah's doing." You wouldn't dare!" Hmm ... meet me out front. After a few minutes I glanced up, expecting it to be one of the staff offering me a refill. It wasn't. Instead, in front of me was a middle aged woman in a suit. It was immaculately cut. French? She had shoulder length brown hair and fantastic cleavage. She sat opposite me. I saw her skirt ride up, and glanced at the stockings she had on underneath. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes lit up and I thought I detected a glint in her eye, but her glasses made it difficult to tell.I carried on. It had been seeing her in her costume that did the damage. I'd always admired her timeless style but this was different.For the office Halloween party Grace had gone as Cat Woman, her stunning curves clad tightly in the matte black suit. I suppose seeing her in the office at the photocopier and taking in her beauty had never crossed this line before. I somehow hadn't noticed how perfectly her honey curls fell across her breasts, the zipper on the cat suit seemed to guide your eyes right to.