Mrs. Big

“You got what?” asked Vernice, as she and Loletta sunbathed on the sunny, cerulean shores of the French Riviera.

“A Brazilian! I wanted to give myself a birthday treat.” Loletta wiggled her behind further down the white leather beach chair, away from the direct sunlight piercing her eyes. She had left her Chanel sunglasses at the hotel.

“Girl, who in their right mind would put hot wax on their pussy?”

“It don’t hurt any more than a toothache.” Loletta smiled as she stared ahead at the foamy waters. She slipped her hand down her gold Chanel bikini bottom. “And it feels like silk. Ooh, I can’t stop touching myself.”

“Hmmph, you are crazy. Molesting your own body.” Vernice smiled and shook her head. They laughed at Loletta blatantly fondling herself as they basked in the sun. “On second thought, we’re in France. You fit right in.”

Loletta and Vernice laughed it up some more, stopping only to sip cool, luscious piña coladas with a dash of champagne.

Loletta turned to her mother, who was lying beside her on a beach chair. Loletta and her mom were almost identical. Ms. Eve Landelton had a honey-toasted, smooth complexion, and at fifty-two she was still slim and petite as in her early modeling days. She still posed for catalogs and occasionally walked runways. But since she officially retired two years earlier, she had been hanging on to Loletta like her right hip...