She went to the locker room and stripped in front of the wall mirror. In the subdued overhead light, her sweaty body looked as if it were sheened with oil. Her tan thighs needed some work. With all the rain, she'd been unable to get any sun in over a week. She liked having big, deeply tanned, tits and an ass to match, and having these blend with her tan on her back, arms, belly and legs. Her tits appeared especially large today, with her cherries as big as silver dollars and studded with erect bumps. Her nipples looked good enough to suck on, even to her.

She went to her locker and got her bikini, then returned to the mirror to dress. She didn't care who was watching her. She dressed slowly, pulling the panties up her smooth legs until she'd covered her golden pussy. Her tit cups covered hardly more than two-thirds of her nipples. She ran her brush through her hair a few times, until it shone like yellow gold. Then she shoved her hair behind her shoulders, feeling the ends of it tickle the center of her naked back as she walked out of the locker room under the envious scrutiny of the other women.

She nearly collided with Thomas in the hallway.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Anderson," said the wide-shouldered young man in his white uniform.

"That's entirely all right, Thomas," Alice was struck again at how much the young masseur resembled Zenobia Grant's stableboy, with his sheepish expression and the thick brown hair that kept falling into his eyes.

"If you're ready, I can take you early," he said, his eyes on her tits. "I have a cancellation."

"Give me ten minutes. I wanna catch a few rays in the tanning booth."

"I'll get the table ready," Thomas said, glancing once more at Alice's tits before heading on down the hall.

Alice lay under the ultraviolet lights, having skinned off her bikini, her eyes covered with opaque black glasses.