"You're lying in my spot."
Kevin was startled out of a deep sleep. It was so early that he wasn't sure if he was dreaming.
"Hey! I said you're in my spot."
He slowly raised his head off his blanket and turned to look in the direction of the voice. The sun temporarily blinded him as it was directly behind the source of the voice.
"Excuse me," he stammered, bringing his hand up to shield his eyes.
"I can't excuse you. You're in my spot."
As his eyes adjusted, Kevin's focused on the black sandals resting inches from his face. His gaze followed the long, slim, tan legs to a silhouette of long hair and sunglasses, framed by the sun.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"Obviously," the owner of the legs interrupted. "Now, can you move?"
Kevin was too unnerved by the whole episode to fight or respond. He got up, gathered his towel, his suntan lotion, and his small cooler and moved out of the lady's way.
As he stood there, he squinted around the beach. It was virtually deserted. There were a few hotel workers setting up lounges and cleaning some clutter. Otherwise, he and his new neighbor were alone.
He watched as she rolled out her beach blanket on the spot he recently occupied as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
"Is it okay of I set up here?" Kevin inquired.
"Why would I care?" she answered without looking up at him.
After smoothing his blanket and arranging his belongings a short distance away from his original spot, he sat and looked out at the clear Caribbean water lapping at the shore. He popped his sunglasses on his nose and used his side vision to look at the intruder.
She had long, dark brown hair that fell along her shoulders. She pulled it into a pony tail to move it away from her face. He bronze skin was a light mocha color and was the perfect accent to the cool blue bikini she was wearing.
Kevin leaned back on his arms and stretched his back and shoulders as a way of hiding his stares. He watched as she liberally applied suntan lotion to her long, slender arms.
Then, she reached up and untied the bikini strap behind her neck and let the top fall. While she nonchalantly untied the lower strap and placed the top in her straw beach bag, Kevin's eye froze on her breasts.
She had smallish B-cup breasts with long, hard nipples jutting out from them. They were the longest, most perfect nipples he had ever seen. He wasn't sure how long he stared without moving (or breathing), but he was once again startled by her voice.
"If you can stop staring at my tits for a few minutes, could you put lotion on my back?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah. Oh, sorry. Sure," he stuttered, blushing.
Her back was also perfect. Firm ... muscular ... flawless skin. He also noticed a complete absence of tan lines. He warmed lotion between his palms before applying it, and he used only his finger tips to make sure he covered every part evenly. She sat up straight and pushed slightly against his touch. She had her eyes closed and her chin tiled up as his eyes followed the smooth slope of her amber skin to her dark pink nipples projecting from her chest.
As Kevin found himself drawing closer to her, he happened to glance down just before his erection plunged into her back. He stopped quickly and was trying to figure out how he was going to hide the circus tent now protruding from his navy blue trunks, when she suddenly stood up.
She hooked her thumbs into her sleek bikini bottoms and began sliding them down her supple legs. "I don't want to get lotion all over them," she replied as if she was answering a question. She bent over to put them in her bag and gave Kevin a clear view of her faultless ass and hair-free pussy. She straightened up, stretched and waited for Kevin to continue with the lotion.
"Anytime," she said as Kevin was momentarily motionless. He got on his knees and began covering her lower back with lotion. He looked down and saw that the shadow from his cock looked like a sundial on the sand.
When he reached the upper curve of her bronzed ass, he paused and looked up at her. "You know, butts get sunburned too," she stated. Without a word, Kevin worked his hand around her golden curves.
At this point, he had to wipe the flood of sweat away from his forehead with the back of his arm. Working his way down to the top of her thigh, he watched as a droplet of nectar ran down the inside of her thigh. He looked up at her and saw that she was still standing with he eyes closed. She continued to stand her those perfect legs spread as he worked steadily down her thighs. The smell of her musk blended with the lotion and the salt air to create a fog of delight for his nose. There was now so much liquid running down her thighs that he scooped it off her skin and sucked it off his fingers.
When he reached her ankles, she lay down on her back and asked him to get her feet. Kevin stared at her blossoming pussy while he massaged her with the oil. He took his time, rubbing the arch and kneading the pressure points of her delicate feet. She was clearly enjoying the massage as her breathing became deep and rhythmic.
He sat beside her hip and poured more oil into his hands. He then began working the oil into the cocoa skin of her belly and her breasts. Kevin worked all round her chest, rubbing and massaging her skin but avoiding those delicious nipples. He was saving them. After advancing on her neck and ear lobes, he bent down and took her right nipple in his mouth. She arched her back at the electricity strobing from her nipples. He then switched and sucked her elongated nipple deep within his lips and massaged it with his tongue.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
Now, he took some oil and rubbed it gently onto her long, thick nips.
