Lance, too, was impressed with her charm and beauty, but being rather shy around girls, he kept looking away every time she smiled at him. Her father, who introduced himself as Richard Bradford, was an exceptionally handsome man in his early forties with thick dark hair, liberally salted with silver.

But Tracy's attention was completely captivated by a handsome, young Italian bus boy. He appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old with dark hair, sparkling brown eyes and a gleaming smile. Reading the name tag on his jacket, Tracy saw that his name was Dino.

"Isn't he cute?" the girl whispered to her mother.

"Who?" asked Andrea.

"Dino, the bus boy," answered Tracy, unable to take her eyes away from the handsome young man.

"He is quite good looking," her mother agreed. "Gosh," sighed the girl. "He's a dream."

"Maybe he is," Andrea laughed.

When breakfast was finished, Lance went out on the terrace to enjoy the sun. He was spread out on a chaise lounge in nothing but a pair of cut-offs when Kim Bradford come out and sat on the chair next to him.

"Hi, Lance," the lovely girl beamed at him.

"Hello, Kim," he blushed, the nearness of the girl making him a bit nervous.

Because of his total absorption in sports, Lance had time for girls and was always ill at ease around them. The sight of her long shapely legs in her crisp white shorts and her lush full boobs in the brief halter seemed to add to his shyness.

"Isn't this a neat day?" she smiled as she lay back closing her eyes.

"I-it sure is," stammered Lance, unable to think of anything else to say.

As the morning breeze blew gently through her hair, Kim kept watching the young man through the corner of her eye. She was completely captivated by the magnificent build on the handsome young man, and was also impressed by his shyness. Most guys always pitched a line when they first met her, and Kim was pleased with his natural quietness.