Max allowed Jackie, then Priscilla to precede him up the stairs to the Hudgins' second-floor apartment. Pris' trim, nicely rounded hips bobbed enticingly in front of him, not more than two feet away as he followed her up the steps. She wore a pair of brief, white, skin-tight shorts, and try as he would, Max could see no sign that she had panties on beneath them. The thought excited him somewhat, causing him to wonder what Pris might be like in bed.

Certainly she was a good-looking woman, he thought to himself. She was Jackie's age, or near enough to make no difference; she was blonde, whereas his wife was a brunette; she was built along slender lines, while Jackie was positively voluptuous, especially in the bosom department. All in all, he decided, Pris Hudgins was a very good-looking woman, but he preferred his wife. Still when a woman twitches her buttocks so close to his very eyes, a man can hardly help responding, even if only in fantasy.

"Darling?" Pris called as she let them into the apartment. "The Bensons are here."

She busied herself with making drinks, leaving Max and Jackie to themselves on the sofa. Hal came in as she handed out the tall, cold glasses. She introduced them all around, perching on a stool in the middle of the room.

"How's the charcoal?" Hal asked.

"It's coming along," she told him. "By the time we finish these, it ought to be ready for the steaks."

They had a leisurely conversation while they waited for the charcoal to burn down to proper condition. Hal had already donned swimming trunks, and suggested that the Bensons might want to change as well. "We can splash around for a while till the food's ready," he observed.

"I'll go out and get our suits," Max agreed.

Jackie found it difficult not to stare at Hal. He wore a pair of racing-type briefs that struck her as the ultimate in brevity, and she wondered at the way they bulged out in front. Apparently he had a truly massive hunk of sexual machinery stored behind the thin black nylon!