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He nodded. “You read or speak any Spanish?”

“Just the essentials like hello, goodbye, please. I’m assuming you’re fluent in it.”

“I was lucky enough to have learned it when I was young and from native speakers. That’s a big plus.”

“And how about your mom? Is she as good as the natives now?” She spooned more cereal.

“She’s always been pretty good at learning new things quickly.”

The toast popped up with a metallic jingle, smelling fragrant and tasty. Jon plated it and handed it to Maggie. “I have to drive into town to the clinic and I’ll be there until three,” he said. “Are you going to be okay here on your own?”

She swallowed her cereal. “Jon, please don’t think you have to rush back or alter your plans for me. My business makes my life very hectic so some peace and quiet, doing absolutely nothing and lounging around a swimming pool will be heaven on earth for me.”

He smiled. “Okay, you do some lounging and when I get home how about I show you where the beach is and the shortest route to get there? Just in case you want to do absolutely nothing there one day.”

“Sounds perfect.” She smiled.

Even that was arousing. “And there’s no lifeguard on duty if you go for a swim in the pool.”

“I’ll remember that. I won’t swim in the deep end.” She laughed.

Another thing that sent his hormones surging. “Okay, and there’s plenty of food for lunch, cold cuts, cheese, bread. And I’ll see you later.”

Jon felt like he needed to kiss her goodbye. He almost did but stopped himself just in time.

* * * *

Maggie watched Jon leave the kitchen. He was wearing dress pants, a shirt and tie, very business-like, very professional and ultra-sexy. The cleft in his chin seemed more pronounced today which made him look even more like his father than she’d originally thought. She imagined Julie saw the resemblance too and wondered if it was a source of pain or joy.

She and Henry had been so madly in love and Julie had been trying to get pregnant again about a year before he’d died. Unfortunately they’d been unsuccessful at conceiving a second time. Nevertheless she’d been blessed with one very handsome young man. Maggie wouldn’t be too surprised if Jon’s female patients feigned illness just so they could make an appointment to see him.

Imagine having him lay his hands on you, examining you, seeing you naked…

Maggie downed the rest of her coffee. Shit, her mind was heading into the gutter again.

She stood up, took her dirty plates and flatware over to the sink and rinsed them before setting them in the rack on the drain board to dry.

Today was the first full day of her vacation and she was going to shower, put on her bikini… Yes, her daughters had talked her into buying them instead of one-piece suits.

“Mom, a swimsuit makes you look like a granny,” Katie had told Maggie. “You’ve still got a decent body and I read in
Shape
magazine that a two-piece actually makes you appear slimmer. Plus, in Europe you can bathe topless.”

As if Maggie would have the nerve to bare her breasts in public.

Her daughters had whistled when Maggie had strolled out of the fitting room wearing the light blue two-piece. Okay, it wasn’t high cut like some she’d tried on, but still it was revealing enough and about as risky as she wanted to get.

“I think we should enter her in the glamorous grandma contest.”

Maggie smiled remembering Katie’s comment. Maggie had even got a bikini wax the day before she’d left Maine. Her first ever. Usually she did her own trimming and shaving down there but when she’d tried on the bikini for the second time she’d noticed just how high cut it was, so more than the usual amount of hair was on display. Annie had dared her to get a Brazilian but just getting a professional wax was about all the pain Maggie could tolerate.

She glanced out of the window. A beautiful day so she didn’t want to waste a single minute of it. She’d go home with a great tan that would hopefully last all through the Maine winter.

She went upstairs, planning to finish unpacking before everything got so creased she’d be forced to spend hours ironing her entire suitcase load of clothing. She took out her cell phone and set it on the dressing table. How tempting it was to dial someone back home, even her office to see if things were running smoothly. She’d text Katie to let her know she’d arrived okay and that would be all. Maggie switched on the phone, smiling when she saw a photo of Emily she’d added just before she left. She typed in a quick
Arrived safely
and turned it off again. Now she’d take a shower, slip into her cute new two-piece, grab a book and lounge the day away.

* * * *

Maggie felt like royalty. She couldn’t remember marrying a king or even a prince but that’s how she felt. She’d sunbathed, read, gone for a swim and then stepped inside for a lunch of bread, tomatoes, black olives and cheese, a kind she’d never heard of before but the best one to ever pass her lips. To finish off the meal, she’d found a carbonated drink that tasted like freshly squeezed peaches. Yes, she could definitely get used to this sort of life.

Now, she was back outside doing nothing but sunbathing. She’d even reached the point where she’d become too lazy to pick up her book and read.

She wiggled around on the lounger. She was all by herself so she figured she could give topless sunbathing a try. She glanced around. Julie was lucky enough to have no neighbours overlooking the property so Maggie would be perfectly safe. She reached behind her back, unclasped the top, pulled it from her shoulders and hung it on the back of the lounger.

Her breasts, while fuller than they once were and yes, they’d headed south a little too, were still in pretty good shape considering she’d had three kids and breastfed each for the first six months of their lives. Even her nipples still looked pretty perky for a middle-aged woman.

She relaxed back on the lounger, enjoying the sun’s glow warming her breasts and heating her nipples. No wonder women liked to go topless. It felt almost liberating, a bit naughty and sensual too. Yes, she could get used to doing this every day of her life… She slowly drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Jon threw his car keys down on the kitchen table. It was getting more humid and he was looking forward to taking Maggie to the beach. Just as he’d been heading home, he’d been paged to stitch up a patient who’d cut the sole of his foot on a broken bottle on the beach. So Jon had worn his scrubs home. Right now they were stuck to his skin like tape.

After he’d taken a quick shower to cool down, he’d check to see if Maggie was ready to head out. He grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and walked to the window to look across the patio and check if she was outside. He saw her stretched out on one of the loungers. From where he stood it looked like she was asleep. Her paperback book had fallen by the chair, her…

He swallowed. Her bikini top was hanging on the top of the lounger. Just the thought of seeing her half-naked made the blood collect in his groin. Jon took two swigs of beer and headed out to the pool. He needed to wake her to make sure she’d used sunscreen, to check on her before her breasts got sunburned… No, none of that was true. He just wanted to check out her breasts to see if they were as great as he’d imagined they were after he’d seen her nipples poking her T-shirt yesterday.

He was three feet away…two…one…

Right on top of her and she was still asleep. He should do the decent thing and wake her but he wanted to do some observing without her being aware he was close by.

Shit, her breasts were fantastic. Bigger than any woman’s he’d slept with. And the nipples, rosy works of art. Although it was baking hot out here, they were erect and delightful. His cock twitched just looking at them. What he wouldn’t give to feel them, taste them, take one in his mouth and suck and suck and…

He pulled the scrubs away from his rock hard cock.

Awakening, Maggie sat up. “Jon, you’re home. What time is it?”

“A little after three.”

She reached for her bikini top but he grabbed her wrist.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“If you’re embarrassed about being topless, don’t be. Women do it all the time around here.”

She left the top hanging on the lounger.

“Just make sure you use lots of sunblock because you’re fair and your areolas are light too. That part of your breast can get sunburned really quickly, especially if you don’t usually expose them to the sun.”

She was colouring and he guessed it wasn’t from the heat. Should he assure her he was talking to her as a doctor and not a young man who’d been standing there looking at her tits and getting a hard-on in the process?

“Do you want to go to the beach? If you’re still tired that’s fine with me. We can go tomorrow.”

“No, I’d like to get some exercise and maybe take a swim in the ocean. It’s usually too cold to do that back home.”

“Okay, I’ll take a quick shower and I’ll meet you by the car in, say, twenty minutes.”

“Sounds good to me.”

She stood and walked inside, her breasts bouncing. Maggie didn’t have a model’s figure but that bikini looked smoking hot on her. He zeroed in on her ass, the cheeks hanging slightly below the bikini bottom. He imagined giving it a playful slap.

Jon pulled on the front of his pants and turned to head back to his apartment. Walking was a nightmare. Not only were his scrubs sticking to his groin, but his erection showed no signs of subsiding anytime soon. That’s what he got for looking at Maggie.

He grabbed his beer as he headed to the shower and turned on the water. He stripped and stepped inside, letting the cold water hit his chest but it wasn’t doing any good. His cock was still in a state of arousal. He’d never been so hard for so long… Well, not without doing something about it.

He adjusted the shower head and let it hit him in the face. Maggie should come with a warning sign,
Hot older woman
. And he was alone all week with her. While they’d been talking he’d slyly glanced down at her crotch. She’d been perspiring down there and her bikini bottom had clung to her skin. He hadn’t seen much but he’d hazard a guess the view between her legs was equally spectacular as above her waist. The material had turned transparent with her perspiration and he could even see a mass of pubic hair through it. Most of the girls he’d been with shaved to the point of nothing being left down south and he hated it. Trying to find a woman’s clit and pussy nestled in a mass of hair was a turn-on for him. Unlike lots of guys, Jon preferred a woman to be as natural as possible in the boobs and pussy region.

He closed his eyes, not realising he’d been rubbing his cock while thinking of Maggie’s pussy. Shit, he hadn’t masturbated, hadn’t needed to, for ages because he’d always had a willing female to fuck.

Jon masked his groan when he found release. If he didn’t get his cock inside Maggie—and soon—he’d go insane.

* * * *

That had been one of the most embarrassing moments of her entire life. Not just being caught topless, but by Jon of all people. What if he thought she’d done it on purpose? She’d seen his shadow beside her and had pretended to be asleep, hoping and praying he’d think she was tired and just walk away. But instead he’d stood there for what seemed like hours. Maggie had been tempted to throw her arms across her breasts and run but that would have seemed silly and immature. He was, after all, a doctor. He probably saw boobs on a daily basis.

Maggie took off her bikini and tossed it on the bed before standing in front of the full-length mirror. “Light coloured areolas,” she said under her breath.

Okay, he’d say that because he was an MD. He was just looking after her interest. She reached for the body lotion and slathered it across her breasts. Did he find her attractive?

Stop it!