Missy

Missy opened up her folding chair, shook off her flip-flops and put her bag down. She looked over at Jeanne, who was performing a similar routine.
“Do my back real quick?”
Jeanne walked over, opened up the tanning oil, and spread it over her hands.
“You see that guy?”
“Yeah.”
“Let’s see if we can make him lose his composure.”
Missy undid the back of her top, slid down on her stomach, and threw the red piece of cloth high in the air. They were the only ones on the beach.
As the running man approached, Missy started letting out little sighs as Jeanne applied the oil. Jeanne was not playing along very well. She thought this was eccentric behavior even for Missy.
“Excuse me!”
Luther slowed and looked behind him. Nobody. She was talking to him.
“I dropped my top over there, could you pick it up for me?”
He picked up the half-bathing suit and walked back to Missy. When he handed it to her, she sat up, took the piece, covered her breasts with it and said, “Thank you.”
Luther smiled and resumed his normal pace.
Jeanne said, “Now would you do mine?”