It had been a hot day and the pool had been crowded during the day but evening fell and people retired to their homes. You and I, having no kids tonight, decided for an evening at the pool. We weren't typically pool or beach types but there seemed something romantic about sitting out in the warm (but no longer oppressive) summer evening. We stretched out on two lounge chairs and the whole area was ours.
With the sun down, there was no need for suntan lotion. It would make good massage oil, though. I offered a massage and you happily accepted. Any chance I could get to put my hands on you was a moment I would seize; any chance to have run my hands all over you made you wet with anticipation.
We had both changed into bathing suits before coming down to the pool in prep for a late night dip in the pool. You lay down, prone, offering me your aching back and shoulders.
I squirted some of the lotion into my hands and set to work. I began with your neck and shoulders. I made my way down your back and massaged the stress out for now. When the week would begin, you would no doubt feel it return from normal activity and responsibilities; for now, you were just mine and deserved to feel at ease. I must have spent thirty minutes rubbing you, massaging your muscles from the waist up. You were relaxed and calm but also loving life, not only for the massage (so far) but also for my constant touch.
I peeled back your suit. You were at ease and have always let me do whatever I wanted to you, knowing I respect and love you. A small bit of excitement came to your mind, too, with just the inkling of an idea that someone could be seeing your nude form out his or her window. Like me, you have grown to enjoy being inspiration for other people's sex lives.
I put more lotion on my hands and rubbed it into your ass. With ever pass of my hands over your cheeks, you hoped I would get closer to your crack and play but, alas, I was intent upon giving you a proper massage for the moment. I continued down your legs. Your aching calves were strong but needed my attention and, after another half hour, I finished working my way down to your feet, capping it all off with ten minutes of working the tension from your feet. You were the image of relaxation but, more sexually excited as the massage went on, you were quite awake and not one to fall asleep during the hour of anticipation. By this time, you weren't wearing a suit at all and you were completely nude, still laying on your stomach.
I parted your legs a little as I worked my way back north, rubbing my hands around the insides of your legs and over your ass, from knees to waist. Up and down, back and forth. This time, as I moved around, it was less about working out tension and more about making you feel a different kind of relief.
This time, I squirted the lotion directly on your ass, crossing over your crack. Being more of a consistency of oil and less of a cream, the started to drip down your crack. Through your relationship, you have grown more interested in the back end - your own back end, my back end and other people's back ends as we're out and about in town. You love to probe and be probed these days. The oil dripped down and I moved my hands seductively from one cheek to the other and moved closer and closer to your anus each time. You had been making pleasant purrs and murmurs through the massage but now you let out a groan of pleasure to let me know you were enjoying this immensely.
I parted your legs a little more and told you I had a surprise for you. With that, you heard a faint buzzing. I brought your favorite vibrator down to the pool with us. Although I couldn't see your face, I knew the wide grin that was there. I moved the vibrator down to your lips, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace to let you feel every nerve tingle. Up one lip and down the other, I inched the vibrator all along your pussy and you were one happy girl.
