The younger woman, who I took to be in her early 20s - I'm 32 - flashed me a stunning smile. "I'm afraid it's a fashion accessory," she laughed. Then, with a throw-away line which almost took my breath away, she added: "That's until I find the right mistress!"
I dropped my towel on a nearby table and tried very hard to put a light humoured reply in my voice as I replied: "Who knows? This might be your lucky day."
The beautifully built youngster picked up a towel and began to dry off, as I allowed the cool stream to play over my big breasts, my firm hips, ample buttocks and toned thighs. I work out a lot, and it shows on my 38-26-36 figure.
As I did so, I couldn't help but notice the younger woman eyeing me with interest. I switched off the tap and plunged into my plan of attack. "You live around here?"
She nodded, tying a sort of sarong around her lovely midriff, but leaving her lush breasts in the bright red bra on display. "Yup," she said, "I've got an apartment over on Kuhio."
