There were six of us on the trip, my daughter Beth and four of her best girlfriends. I had rented a beach cottage for the weekend for Beth's eighteenth birthday and told her she could bring whomever she wanted just as long as they were all girls. The cottage was a two-hour drive from our house and after the long drive and listening to 18 and 19 year old girls talking about school and their boyfriends I was bushed as we pulled into the sandy driveway of the rental cottage. After everyone had a quick snack the girls changed into their swimsuits and I was amazed at the amount of skin their bathing suits actually showed. There was one of the girls in particular, Jennifer Hodges who had been Beth's closest friend for a couple of years, that came out wearing a string-thong bikini that showed off almost all of her body and as I looked at her all I could do was admire her youthfulness and hard body. We all went down to the beach carrying a cooler of refreshments ... sodas for the girls and some white wine for me and as I sat there watching Beth and her friends running around I longed for the days when my body looked as good as theirs did!

I was almost half way through my bottle of Chardonnay when Jennifer walked back up the beach to our blanket and sat down beside me. "What's up Jennifer," I asked, "are you giving up on catching one of those handsome young surfers?"

"Please call me Jen Mrs. Wilson and I was thinking that I would much rather sit here and talk to you. I mean I love being here with the girls but the boys aren't really what I'm looking for, at least not today." She replied.

"Alright then, Jen it is. So tell me Jen, why sit here with a frumpy, old divorced housewife when there are so many other things to do?"

"You're not old and frumpy Mrs. Wilson, not at all. God I think you're one of the sexiest women I've met in a long time and I just thought maybe we could talk for a little while."

I didn't know what to do with that compliment. Me ... sexy? I was 45 and probably ten pounds overweight although my butt still looked pretty good and my breasts didn't sag all that much even though that was more due to being a 32b more than anything nature did to help my body but still ... sexy? "Look Jen I think were all adults here so you can call me Allie and thanks for the compliment but as far as sexy goes, I've lost all of sexy over the last eighteen years raising Beth."

Jen and I sat there in rapt conversation, mostly talking about her classes at college but a little bit about her political feelings for the upcoming elections and some about an old boyfriend or two. After a couple of hours the wine was gone and I really needed to go to the bathroom so I decided to head back to the cottage. I told Beth where I was headed and asked her to make sure the girls brought back the cooler then I said goodbye to Jen and walked back to the cottage.

Inside the three bedroom cottage I went directly into the master bathroom and turned on the water in the shower and while it was warming up I used the commode then still wearing my swimsuit I stepped into the shower stall and pulled the glass door closed. I had just lathered up my hair with shampoo and my eyes were tightly shut when I heard the shower door opening. "Who ... who's there?" I asked nervously.