A nice bonus check from my employer allowed me to take Mike, Marti, and myself to Miami to return to the sun. Damn, it felt so wonderful to feel the warmth of the sun again.
We stayed in one of the less expensive hotels; their pool was a perfect location to lounge, drink wine coolers and tease. I'm not foolish enough to think I'm nowhere as attractive as Marti, but I seemed to get a few glances if I went there alone.
The first full day at the pool and beach caused sunburns on all of us. After a coating of aloe, we decided to go to a restaurant we had heard several speak of around the pool.
Marti and I took light sweaters just in case the air conditioning was too low. Thank goodness we did. We were seated near the bar, at a table where Mike could watch sports on the television. Marti and I were more facing the curved end of the bar but quite visible.
"Mom, I think you have an admirer," Marti informed me. I retrieved my sunglasses from my purse, as if they had a reading lens, and looked at the menu. I laid the menu down and glanced around the restaurant, and looked at the direction in which she was inferring. An older gentleman was looking our way.
"Marti, with that much cleavage that you are showing, why in the hell would he look at me?" I asked. Marti was wearing a light pink sundress, and the scoop neck showed her best asset. I added, "I'm going to the ladies' room to pee, freshen up and make a few adjustments to my dress, and you tell me if he looks over here while I'm away."
I stood and found my way to the ladies' room. I did my business and moved to the large mirror to repair my makeup. Satisfied, I stepped into a stall and unbuttoned the front of my dress, and rolled the cups of my demi bra to cause it to raise my breasts and leave them resting on the top of the cups. I rebuttoned my dress to just below the bottom of my cleavage. I liked the adjustment.
As I sat down, Marti joked that the man never even glanced in her direction. "I call 'bullshit," I told her. We both laughed.
Glancing at the gentleman across the bar, it was evident he was watching one or both of us. I leaned into Marti and said we should approach him. "Fine," said Marti, "I vote for you." One more drink, and I'm on my way", I told her.
Marti and I got fresh drinks. I was getting 'looped.' "Here goes," I said. I glanced down to see if anything had changed concerning my bra adjustment. The 'girls' were still exposed above the cups.
I smiled at him and got up to walk around the bar. Once near him, it was quite evident his eyes initially fell on my exposure. I stuck out my hand and told him my name and how I always want to meet the most handsome man in the house. He smiled and said he wanted to do the same.
"My daughter, Marti, and I noticed you were looking our way, so she suggested I meet you. We're on vacation, and this is our first night in the town. The young man with us is her brother."
"The usual crowd in her is more my age and just here to drink and go home," Edward said. "All of us are way over the age to search for women."
'Oh. Edward, don't be silly. A good-looking man like you is going to draw women at any age." I glanced at Marti, who was doing her part by toying with the pendant between her boobs. I added. "We're just a family from Kentucky; on vacation." I moved closer to Edward and inside his personal space.
Edward looked again at my breasts and said laughingly. "Are all the women in your state as well-endowed as you and your daughter?"
"Some are, but the others are too shy to enjoy their's getting admired. Do you think I'm showing too much"?
"Not at all," Edward quickly said. "I wish I had met you a couple of nights ago so I could convince you to go to a party I attended." Again he smiled, "I would have loved the young guy ogling you. There wasn't a woman in the room with your beauty."
"Edward, you are certainly a smooth operator" I placed my hand on his thigh and moved close enough to brush my breast against his arm.
Edward slid his arm behind my back and moved me closer. "Is there any way I could get to know you better?"
"I'm yours anytime you want," I said.
We continued our conversation, and it became more filled with sexual overtures.
Then he admitted he isn't able to 'perform' due to medications and his age. Damn, was I disappointed. He appeared to be a classy guy who still enjoyed looking at attractive women; I wanted to do something for him.
"Edward, do you live far away."
"Nor two far, just ten or 15 minutes. Why"? Edward wanted to know.
"Well, maybe there is something I, we, Marti, and I can do to make your evening enjoyable."
