Chapter 70: A sop to the prudes

She opened her eyes, languid with sleep and saw the black boots and trouser legs. Her gaze turned upwards. She had to move to take in the total picture and as she did Robert saw interest flare. He was far from vain but knew he attracted a fair share of attention. He also knew smiling shot his cause ahead in leaps and bounds. He knew because he had been told often enough. So he smiled - she was in no position to differentiate between genuine and deliberate. Her arms straightened as she lifted herself off the sand into a sitting position, legs wide and crabwise, well aware that the full, high, and bare breasts were just one of her many good features.