This is a funny story that actually a happened to my husband and I two years ago when we decided to get away for a week alone. At that time... our children were reaching their peak screaming-at-each-other teen years... so we made a reservation for an island resort. Frankly... it could have been at a Holiday Inn down the highway for all I cared! Just a week away from the madness at home was fine for me.
The place we chose was an all-inclusive resort that catered to couples... but when we got there we noticed we were older than most of the guests... who seemed to be in their 20s and early 30s. My husband Dan and I are both in our early 40s and we keep ourselves in great shape... working out several times a week... but we were no match for the tight bodies and bare flesh bouncing on the beach and at the pool!
Oh well... when in Rome . . . We took it good stride... and Dan didn't mind oogling at all the young hotties... nor did I! And after a day or so... we were relaxed enough that we felt just like one of the kids. I didn't even think twice about taking off my bikini top at the clothing-optional beach. And I felt a certain sense of pride when I noticed more than one of the...