I had become disillusioned at my work and it had been years since I had taken advantage of the perks of living in a big city. ‘Did you see any ads f...or hookers?’ She asked with a small smile on her lips. ‘No, I did see ads for bookkeepers. I get the Sunday paper because I need a change of scenery.’ ‘I am your change of scenery,’ she said with a giggle. I laughed and began to read the sports section. We refilled our coffee and wandered to the sofa in the living room. I gave her my unused marker. In the summer she was in the habit of sunbathing in her lunch break, sitting on a deck chair just inside the roll doors thinking she was out of all view. She had been except for my spy hole. She would usually lift her dress to the top of her thighs and drop the top revealing her glorious breasts, to me.As she leant over to look through the window I realised that if anything was going to happen it was now. I stepped in and pressed my throbbing bulge into her buttocks. She stiffened slightly but. We stepped off the deck and our feet touched the sand.As we walked along the beach we continued to talk. The topic of sex stayed poised on the ledge, ready to jump in at any time, but remained veiled for the time being. When a larger than average wave crashed onto the shore, it washed over our feet. It soaked my jeans and splashed up onto her dress."Oh God! Now I'm all wet!" she proclaimed without thinking. I instinctively turned and looked at her with a grin on my face being one of a school. “As I was saying, Ken” (bringing me out of my analysis) “this is all very new to me but I have heard a lot about you – all good you’ll be pleased to hear – and, I thought it was time to try something new before drying up and dying. I have never been measured by a man – is there any different or special way” you do it, Ken. “Well Cecily unlike female fitters, my clients prefer my approach as I like things to fit that really enhances the female figure and that means rather than just looking to.