Vanessa's phone call woke me from a deep sleep.
"You'd better stay up your end of the island for the next half hour," she warned me. "I'm going for a swim."
"Thanks for the warning," I replied.
No sooner had I hung up the phone than I grabbed my binoculars, positioned on my bedside table for just such an emergency, and ran down the path to Vanessa's beach. I didn't bother to put any clothes on. After all Vanessa wouldn't be seeing me, or so I thought.
Fifteen minutes later I had taken up my position behind a convient tree, binoculars in one hand, cock in the other.
Vanessa must have settled for a short swim, because she was just exiting the water as I arrived. I let go of my dick just long enough to focus the binoculars, and then I feasted my eyes on a close-up view of Vanessa's jiggling boobs and dripping wet pussy-hair. As if she could tell that I was watching her she turned toward the sea and began doing a series of exercises that seemed specially designed to show off her cock-stiffening bum in all its glory. As she did her toe-touching exericises her pink-lipped hairy pussy appeared and disappeared between her soft-white bottom cheeks.
When she was through exercising, she turned towards me and did a big stretch. Suddenly, something caught her attention and to my dismay it appeared to be the tree behind which I was hiding.
"You can come out now, David," she called. "And don't tell me you're not decent. I know you're not decent, you little wanker."
"How did you know I was there," I asked as I emerged shame-facedly from behind the tree, hurling my binoculars non-chalantly into a nearby bush.
"With the sunlight shining off of your binoculars you were about as inconspicuous as a light-house," explained Vanessa. "But if you wanted to watch me why not be sociable and come down and say hello. That way you get a front row seat. And don't worry, playing with yourself is definitely allowed."
"Really?" I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.
"Oh, yes," said Vanessa. "And if you're really friendly, you may get to play with me. I know all the best games."
Then she bent down and picked up a bottle of sunscreen that she had left lying in the sand next to the brightly coloured towel that she had spread on the sand.
"But if we are going to stay out in the sun any longer my tender skin needs a little protection," she informed me. "Care to do the honours."
"You bet!" I cried, grabbing the container out of her hands.
"Now, now," she cautioned, "don't get too excited. You will have to follow my precise instructions so that I get a good overall coverage. Knowing you, if I don't watch you, my arse and boobs will get full protection and the rest of me will fry."
"Always willing to follow orders, ma'am," I replied, with a salute.
"All right," she said, "let's sit down and get comfortable. First I want you to do my face."
Gently I applied the milky cream to Vanessa's face, enjoying the opportunity to loving stroke her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and her neck, all the time looking deeply into her sexy, gold-flecked green eyes. When I was finished, I tweaked her nose playfully.
"Now my arms," she said.
I squeezed some more cream onto my hands and slowly spread it over Vanessa's shoulders and down her arms. As I moved down towards her right wrist, I casually pushed it down, accidently on purpose making her fingers touch the tip of my stiff dick.
"Naughty boy," she laughed, "there'll be plenty of time to play later."
I rubbed the lotion into each of Vanessa's hands, relishing the opportunity to play with her slippery fingers.
"Back now," she ordered, laying down on her front.
