Mary took her time slathering generous amounts of screen on her front, her breasts deforming malleably as she rubbed into them. She even ran lotion-covered fingertips up under the edges of the fabric.
Then she clipped the top clip back in place, squishing her breasts back into place. Honestly, the suit showed (marginally) less flesh this way, but I thought it was way sexier.
Then Mary unclipped the center clip.
Now there was a single long opening in the front of her suit, from below her navel, up to where her clavicles met. Her hands slid lotion across her softly rounded belly, and then her fingers dipped unnecessarily deep under the fabric at the bottom.
As she clipped the middle clasp closed again, I realized that I unconsciously had rubbed about four layers of sunscreen over my stomach while concentrating on not being obvious about watching her.
Of course, she had to be putting on a show for me, right? I know what it takes to screen up, and this was pretty over the top. But why? And was she, really? It had been a remarkably efficient application process, after all.
As she moved on to her legs, her movements became less crazily hot, simply briskly covering the fronts of her legs with a thick layer, then working it in. I still watched as I did my own legs, but I was thankful she seemed more businesslike. I was disinclined to see how well my not-as-baggy-as-it-was-supposed-to-be swimsuit hid the nascent erection inside.
I was just relaxing about that situation when Mary rolled over onto her belly and held out the bottle of her sunscreen to me. “Can you do my back, Al?” she asked matter of factly.
Thank God for the dark glasses. They may have kept my eyeballs from literally falling out of my head. They certainly kept her from seeing my eyes as they bugged out.
“Me?” I almost squeaked.
“Either you or that mom over there,” Mary lazily pointed at the less than attractive mother with her two kids who were fussing over lunch about fifty feet away. “This is a new suit, and I really would rather not get burned.”
“Uh, sure,” I said, taking the bottle. She settled down and I squirted white lotion on my hands. I know how to apply suntan lotion, guys. I really do. But not to someone else! Much less someone as hot as Mary.
With a deep breath, I told myself I could do this without embarrassing myself. I reacted to that inner assertion skeptically. Somehow, I drew on reserves I did not know I possessed, in order to keep my hands from shaking.
Damn, her back was nice. Mary was not lean or bony, far from it, but the softness of her skin covered a body that was firm and warm under my touch. I held things together while doing her back, but I did not linger. I didn’t want her to think I was lingering. And I didn’t trust myself not to breakdown and outright shiver as I kept going. Even so, I almost lost it rubbing a final dollop, at her direction, into the back of her neck. I could feel her relaxing at my touch and that about made me die.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“My legs will burn too,” Mary said in a relaxed voice, her head resting softly on her hands.
I stared down her body, over her sweet, sweet, only half-covered ass, and down to her curvy legs, and gulped quietly. “Duh,” I said, as if I did this every day.
I shifted down to her feet, which at first seemed the safest area to touch her. I did not remember if she had done any part of them at all, so I covered them all, tops and bottoms. “Careful, Al,” Mary admonished, still relaxed and casual. “I’m a little ticklish.”
That weird ‘Male’ element of me that I had first encountered with Carrie wanted me to immediately tickle Mary unmercifully. I kept it in the box, and was as careful as I could. As I moved up the backs of her calves, I realized that the problem with starting at her feet was that I was now staring between her legs as I moved upward, giving me a spectacular view of right up into the gap between her thighs, and how little of that rippled gap was covered by the fabric of her swimsuit.
I was getting distressingly hard by the time I reached her knees. My hands did shake a little, no matter how hard I tried to stop them, as I started on the backs and outsides of her thighs. Mary just relaxed further as my hands rubbed her, and she let her legs spread a little, in obvious invitation to do the insides of her knees and above.
I was dying now. Other than, you know, asking me to rub lotion onto her bare legs, Mary was sending no signals of arousal or even teasing. Not that I could see.
But… damn.
My fingers slid higher, and I started studiously avoiding the insides of her thighs. My bigger problem was that I realized I was getting close to her ass, and half of that was in need of protection too. As I moved closer, Mary just lay there. In fact, she started talking about school and college. Of all things, she wanted to study Meteorology while she was at Auburn.
Did not see that one coming…
Fuck it. Seize the day, right? I squirted some more lotion and just kept sweeping my hands upward from thigh to buttocks, working the lotion into the exposed expanse of her ass and hips. She didn’t even flinch. I was feeling up Mary’s magnificent ass, and it was like nothing was going on.
And then I was done.
Except for the tops of her inner thighs.
Did I dare?
Seize. The. Day. I let the Male Instinct take a shot.
I slid my hands down off of her butt and a short way down her thighs. Then I let me fingers dip down between her legs and start working back up.
“Ahem,” Mary said, rolling away from me. “I think I can reach there myself,” she said with a skeptical grin at me.
“Uh yeah,” I said. “Probably a good idea.”
Swiftly, but very distractingly, Mary rubbed lotion in between her thighs and against her crotch. She really must have spent a lot of time shaving that morning…
She set aside her lotion and held out her hand to me. “Now give me yours.”
“My what?” I asked.
“Your sunscreen, moron,” she said, as if I had not just had my hands all over her. “I need to do your back too.” I stared at her. “Dudes burn too. I read that in science class or something. Especially pale dudes who spent their winter in the frozen Tundra.”
Ouch.
“Uh, thanks,” I said, rolling tensely onto my belly. At least this had the virtue of hiding what had become quite the raging erection that I was now fully aware was not well-hidden by my shorts. I actually jumped slightly as her fingers first touched my shoulders.