Laura felt her pulse increase when she saw Cassidy walk up with towels and a float. Was she going to strip too? Cassidy tossed the towels onto a chaise lounge and flipped the float into the pool where the blonde was waiting.

“What do you see in these women?” she whispered. “They’re so…ugh. You have such bad taste in women.”

Then her eyes widened. Oh. My. God. Cassidy unbuttoned her shirt slowly, the blonde’s eyes fixed on her. She was wearing a black bra and Laura had to remind herself to breathe. She knew the binoculars were within arm’s reach, but she adamantly refused to grab them. Not out of a higher moral code or anything. No, she was afraid she’d faint.

Before Cassidy removed her bra, she slipped her shorts off, revealing matching black panties.

“Jesus…” Laura hissed. She’s a goddess. She frowned. Did I just think that?

She held on tightly to the windowsill, resisting the urge to fling the curtains open so she’d have a better view. The bra came off first and Laura felt the blood rush to her face. Her mouth was dry and she had difficulty swallowing. Then Cassidy paused, her head tilting slightly. Laura ducked down to the floor a nanosecond before Cassidy looked her way.

She leaned her head against the wall, her eyes closed. “God, she’s gorgeous.” Then her eyes opened. This was at least the fourth different woman she’d seen her with. What was she? Some female Casanova?

“That figures,” she muttered, shaking her head.

* * *

Cassidy wasn’t at all self-conscious about swimming naked. She took care of her body. She exercised. She ate reasonably well. She was quite comfortable in her nakedness. But if one more person told her she had a nice body “for her age,” she was going to scream. Especially a woman ten years younger than herself.

“I went out with a woman who was forty-eight,” Becki continued. “She looked nothing like you.” She made a face. “Things were starting to sag, if you know what I mean. Of course, she had huge breasts. You won’t have that problem.”

Cassidy silently groaned. So she had a nice body for being an old woman, but she had tiny boobs. Why did she invite Becki out for the weekend? Oh, yeah. Wednesday night’s dinner date hadn’t ended in sex, despite the passionate kiss Becki had drawn her into.

She ducked under the water and swam to the other side, holding on to the edge as she slicked her hair back. Whatever happened to her vow to spend the weekend alone for once?

“I love a woman who cooks, by the way. So what delectable meal are you planning for me?”