You stretch languidly, the rays of the sun soaking into your body. The sky is an electric blue, white fluffy clouds drifting lazily by. A soft breeze blows periodically, crinkling your skin into goose bumps with the sudden coolness. After the week I've had, you think, this is just the ticket. Stretching again on the towel, you settle your hands to either side of your head as you lay on your stomach, your bikini top unfastened beneath you. Gotta remember to hook back up before I get up, you think. Mustn't excite the neighbors unnecessarily by flashing them. That thought makes you giggle.
You feel the warmth of the sun over your back and legs. Too bad no one was here to do my back. Oh well. Skin cancer be damned! A cloud drifts in front of the sun, providing a brief break from the heat. You let out a contented low moan as your wriggle into the towel. Then you realize the shadow is not from a cloud. You turn, remembering almost too late about your top, to see me standing beside you. Alarm turns to curiosity as you slump back onto the towel.
"Penny for your thoughts, Luscious."
"It'll cost you a lot more than that, Red", you say through a smile, closing your eyes and settling back down on the towel.
I slip down onto the grass next to you, picking up the bottle of lotion. "Looks like you missed a spot".
I brush your ponytail aside and squirt some lotion onto my hand. It's warm from sitting in the sun. I spread the lotion across your shoulders and start sliding it down your back. Sliding my hand back up and out, then slowly up your neck to your hairline. Back down the middle of your back and out across your shoulder blades.
I squirt some more lotion, this time in a line down your spine. Your hips squirm seemingly of their own accord. Strong smooth oily strokes from your spine out across your back. Back up to your shoulders, massaging as well as spreading the lotion. You feel your muscles beginning to relax, the tension melting away as my hands massage down your back. Slowly out and down along your sides. Your toes curl slightly as my finger brushes against the base of your breasts. Down and out from the small of your back. Your hips wriggle again as my fingers slip slightly under your bikini bottoms, brushing tantalizingly against the top of your ass crack.
You suppress a small whimper as my hands leave your back and I reposition myself by your legs. You jump slightly as I squirt a line of lotion down each leg. Starting with your toes, I resume your massage, gently pressing and squeezing each toe in turn. You flex your feet upward, your toes pulling your ankles taunt as I massage the balls of your feet and your arches. "Can't miss a single spot with the sun shining like this", I say and you can hear the smile in my voice.
Moving to your heels and up to your ankles, you feel your heat building, and this time it's not from the sun. You wriggle into the towel, your hips grinding again, the tendrils of pleasure flowing up your legs. As I work your calves, you do a quick mental check of the time. Yeah, that'll work, you think. Then you let yourself drift back to the sensations radiating from your pelvis as my hands move over the back of your knees and up to the back of your thighs. You hold your breath briefly as my hand slide up to the elastic at the leg of your bottoms and down the outside. Your breath comes out as a low moan as my hands slide slowly up your inner thighs. You gasp softly as my finger brushes against your moist pussy through the fabric.
An erotic thrill races down your spine when you feel my lips against your neck. Your hips move again when you feel my hand slide down along the small of your back and under the elastic. You moan softly as my tongue flicks out at your earlobe, my lips nibbling gently.
"Not fair, Red...", you purr.
"Just tell me when to stop", I whisper, the warm air from my breath yet another sensation for your body to deal with.
You giggle softly, a musical sound that curls my toes. My hand slides under your bottoms and across your ass, moving along the contours but not yet satisfying your desires. Soft kisses trail down your neck and on back, following your hairline. Your shoulders shrug up, the sensation almost a tickle.
Realizing the neighbors might enjoy this show a little too much, you say "Wait. Let's go inside". I stand and hold out my hand for you. You demurely cover yourself with the towel and use my hand to stand. As you bend down to retrieve your top, I sneak a peek as the towel drapes away from your body.
You start toward the house and glance over your shoulder, checking to see that I'm following. Like I'm going to leave at this point! You go in the door and walk to the living room. As you turn, the towel falls away. I can see in your eyes that any coyness and reserve are gone.