Joe awoke the next morning surprised to see that he had slept until well past 9:00 A.M. He grinned thinking about how that little vixen had worn him out last night. Next to the bed was a small table with a covered dish and a note. Kerri had left him breakfast before leaving for work in the morning. She worked at one of those posh bookstores at the mall that made more profit from their excellent cappuccino bar than the books people always browsed, but never purchased. Along with the breakfast of muffins and fruit, were several capsules of vitamins--most notably B-12 and E. Another note was underneath these explaining that Joe might need those for later tonight.
Joe looked outside and realized that he would have to mow the lawn. While it may have snowed back in Pennsylvania, it had rained here and his backyard had turned into a jungle. The newspaper called for a high temperature in the mid-seventies. Joe finished his breakfast and threw on some old clothes to cut the grass in. He went out to the shed and unlocked it. As he pinned the door back against the wall, he looked over the fence and saw that his neighbors had taken advantage of the early warm weather to fill their heated pool. He also noticed that Shawna was out in her bikini already, checking the temperature and condition of the water as it finished filling.
Joe watched her for several moments before rounding up the yard tools he would need to tame his lawn. When he came back out he was surprised to see that Shawna had decided to stay outside and sunbathe. He watched as she oiled her already gold toasted body in search of an even more savage tan. He licked his lips, watching the young newly-wed's supple body sparkle in the sun. He knew that he needed to avoid the distraction if he was ever going to finish the yard. He went to work and soon worked up quite a sweat. He took off his shirt and took advantage of the unusual early spring warmth, after all he had a tan to work on too. Joe finished the mowing and trimming, and went to work pruning the shrubs along the back fence.
"You're going to burn if your not careful," a soft voice interrupted him.
Joe looked up to see Shawna leaning languidly on the fence holding two glasses of lemonade. Joe walked over and took the tall glass, downing half the contents in one drink.
"See, you've been out here for over two hours without thinking about it, silly. I'll bet you didn't even put on sunscreen, did you?"
"Nope," Joe answered sheepishly, trying not to stare too long at her gorgeous body.
"Where's Carol? I can't believe she let you go outside like this," she chided him playfully as she brushed her golden hair over her bronze shoulder.
"Carol's dad is pretty sick. She stayed back at Philly with her folks."
"Hmmm. Well I just guess I'll have to take care of you until she returns. Why don't you come on over and take a dip. I'll get you some aloe and sunscreen before you bake like a lobster."
Joe hopped the fence and followed Shawna's tight ass as it wiggled back toward her house. He wasn't sure if it was just his wishful imagination, but he thought he had heard a slight double meaning and innuendo in her voice. He dove into the pool and swam a few quick laps. Shawna returned with a towel and some bottles of lotion. Joe jumped out of the pool and Shawna wrapped the towel around him. She massaged his shoulders as she dried his dripping body off with the thick towel. Joe took some of the sunscreen and started applying it to his hairy body. When he reached his shoulders he winced at the slight burning he had received for his carelessness. Shawna smiled at him and took the cap off of the aloe. She spread thick gobs of the cool green stuff onto his shoulders and worked it into his skin. Joe sighed thankfully as the fruity ointment went to work on his burn.
He felt a bulge threaten in his shorts as Shawna ran her fingers all over his back. He peered over his shoulder at her struck with the thought of how much she resembled Heather Locklear. She had a small, pouty, and athletic body that was made to wear a bikini. Her tan skin and blonde hair gave her California looks that seemed out of place in a small college town in the midwest. She belonged on the set of Baywatch or Melrose Place, Joe thought as he drank in her warm beauty.
Shawna patted his shoulders and smiled. "That should make the little boy's `booby' go away," she teased. Now it's my turn!" Shawna handed him a bottle of oil and twirled on her bare feet toward the lounge chair. She dove onto her belly on the chair after checking and adjusting it for maximizing the angle of the sun. She unclasped the top of her bikini and let the straps droop on each side of the chair. The swells of her large globes pushed out of each side of her body.
"No peeking." Shawna told him without much conviction.
Joe poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together to heat it up before applying it to Shawna's long, tan, naked shoulders and back. His hands worked in slow wide circles across her flesh. Shawna cooed and sighed with satisfaction as Joe treated her to a massage as well as an oil rub.
"Legs too," Shawna requested, her face buried in a towel.
Joe could barely control himself as he moved down her body toward her legs. His cock was now fully erect and trying to inch out of the top of his shorts. His bulge brushed against the back of her thigh as he moved to the bottom of the chair. Shawna pretended not to notice, but her thighs seemed to part slightly with the incidental sexual contact.
Joe started at her ankles and moved up the back of her muscular calves. He gripped each leg with an oily hand and pushed them upward, massaging the muscles in the back of her legs. He did this several times, stopping just above the knee each time. He lifted her shins to make sure that the her entire legs were covered liberally with the oil. He marveled at the shape of her legs. They were a work of art. Joe moved up the chair and began to coat the outer thighs with oil. He rubbed the oil up to her hips and lower torso were the flimsy string barely held the suit together.
"Make sure you get under the suit--it softens the tan lines." She didn't seem to care that she had just given another man, who wasn't her husband, permission to fondle her underneath her clothes. Joe couldn't decide if it was innocent trust or a come on as he tentatively slipped them beneath the fabric. Her body trembled at his forbidden touch. Joe reached further, massaging her firm buttocks with oily hands. His fingers slipped around the slope of her ass and tickled the crevice leading to her muff. Shawna didn't say anything, but she shifted slightly at his touch. Joe continued to explore, amazed at how firm her flesh was even in the so called soft spots. Joe decided to tease her some more and went back to rubbing her outer thighs. After a few moments his hand glided over the curve of her legs and stroked her inner thighs. He let his fingers slip upward and underneath the fabric of her briefs. They immediately slipped into her hot wet gash, as if her cunt was a vacuum. Shawna moaned and spread her legs as Joe explored her creamy cunt with his fingers.
