As Brit enters her home through French doors she hurries to her room throwing her things on her bed. In a mad dash she kicks open Lance's bedroom door which wasn't totally sealed.
"I so called it. I knew you were in here getting off. Stop it."
Lance was only wearing a t-shirt, nothing else.
He jumps pointing it at her, torn between two women, "I just started. Give me good news. PLEASE!"
"Put that away. Save it for outside." She smirks as he crawls off of his bed leaving his dick dangling as he grabs her by the shoulders.
"What did you say to her? What did Chloe say?"
"Lots of things. I played you up as the pervert you are. She knows you watch her. Chloe even admitted that she untied her top just for you. Not because she lusts for you though. She just felt like teasing and being mischievous. I suckered her into teasing you more though. I told her we should humiliate you. So when and if she acts funny you NEED to act humiliated. Got that?"
Lance narrows his eyes, "Ummm! Okay."
"I made excuses like I had a fake call from my friend and had to leave. This will give you time to go have your stupid fun. The rest is up to you."
"Awesome." He pauses, "What do I do next?"
Brit rolls her eyes, "Oh my God! Do I have to guide you every step of the way? Some Mister Master you are."
"This is different. I know you way better. And, I won the bet you and I had. This is Chloe Johnson meets my Johnson."
"Whatever! Just open your window in about ten minutes to give me time to act like I'm leaving the house. Talk to her. Compliment her. Ask if she needs lotion. She will agree. Unless you scare her. Push her but don't be a douche. "
He nods, "Okay. I can do this."
"Thank me already." Brit awaits.
"Cool." He nudges her from his room and shuts his door.
Stunned by his arrogance she exhales, "God I hate you."
She went to her room to change.
His problem now.
After eight minutes Lance gets bold and opens his curtains, then his window without a screen. He had removed it long ago as an easy exit to escape in the middle of the night.
Looking over at Chloe who was less than thirty feet from him he fondles his dick to garner confidence. Finally, he lets it go and leans on his window sill.
"HEY! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"
Chloe jumped while still laying on her belly and pulled her top over her 36C's at the unexpected growl. She then looked around finally setting eyes on Lance.
He laughed and threw his hands up as defense.
"Just kidding. TAKE IT ALL OFF."
Chloe rolls her eyes and sits up to face him, clutching her top with only one arm. It's strings still dangled beside her ribs.
"You scared the crap out of me. Why did you do that?" She winced.
"Sorry. I couldn't resist. Don't get dressed because of me. Your tan lines look great."
"Do they? I can't really tell." She attempts to look over her shoulders awkwardly, "I despise tan lines."
"Only way to avoid those are to tan naked. Heck! You're pretty close as it is. Might as well."
"Are you spying on me?" She tries not to smile.
"Yeah. I won't lie to you. Every time you lay out." He strokes himself out of her views vantage point arrogantly.
"I had a hunch you did." She points at him with a wagging finger, "Now that you nearly scared the bikini off of me I think you need to be nicer."
"Sure. How?" He halts out of anticipation.
Lifting her lotion bottle she wags it at him, "Oil my back before I lobster?"
Without a word he dives backwards and grabs a pair of black cut off at the knee sweat pants, tugging them on loosely. He had been unprepared for this reality.
Once attired he crawls up on to his window sill and launches himself into a stumbling tumble to the grass below.
"Are you okay?" Chloe hides her amusement.
Rolling to his feet Lance limps the rest of the way. Standing over her he stretches the kinks out. His erection was easy to witness. She couldn't help but notice his sweats tented out at the crotch. Her expression was pure awe and crimson cheeks.
Chloe bites her lower lip as her eyes look away. Hesitantly she lifts the bottle of lotion up for him to claim, unaware that her raised hand had brushed the bottle against his girth.
He eyed the sway of her hand tapping the bottle and grinned letting her linger. Finally, he obtains the bottle and watches her roll over and lay on her stomach. The strings of her top drooped along with the cups as her chest crushed against her blanket.
He had to whistle silently and pinch his concealed crown.
Before kneeling Lance checks out her butt cheeks with the bikini bottoms wrinkled up inside the crack. One final grip of his junk he drops to his knees beside her.
Popping open the attached bottle cap he trickles droplets on her back, spine, and legs. He had to pause and shiver at his luck. Bottle capped and set aside he moves his trembling hands in to begin at her shoulders, lightly brushing her shoulder length blonde hair aside.
"Anyone ever tell you that you look like the model, "Gemma Atkinson"?"
She moans at his grip then whispers, "That's sweet. I did match my hair cut to look similar to a picture I saw of hers."
"Same body in my mind." He coughs up.
"Sweet talker. You're just lucky I let you make up for that bit of meanness back there."
"Sorry, again." He moves his hands more to her furthest shoulder. In his lean his erection rubbed against her side. This made her eyes bulge. A smile formed out of his field of vision.
The sensation made her hold her breath. Even Lance once he realized his movements grit his teeth hoping she wouldn't freak out.
Chloe shivers it off and softly exhales, "Don't miss anywhere."
"Let me know if I do miss a spot, or not rubbing it in hard enough."
"I will. Hard is good."
He grins gliding his hands lower until his fingers tickle her ribs making her stiffen up. Side to side, up and down her spine. At her lowest vertebrae his fingers roll under her bikini bottoms upper hem. Time and time again he tested his fingertips slipping under more of his knuckles each time. No arguments so far.
After rolling his palms along her ribs he met with her bikini strings tethered to her hips. He slithers beneath them to glaze the skin.
Sighing he stutters slightly, "Are you sure you want these tan lines down here?"
"Of course I don't." She grins sheepishly to herself, "But, I don't have much choice."
"You could untie one side at a time. That way your hips at least are nice and brown."
"I'm open to that idea. You're so smart Lance." She tries not to laugh.
"Straight "C' student." He chuckles, his heartbeat jumping as he unties the string at her left hip. With a brilliant thought he gently lifts the bottoms enough to tuck the back string inside it.
"That's so sexy." He mutters.
With a warm exhale she hisses, "Get your mind out of the gutter."
"I can untie the other hip and tuck that string too."
After a lengthy pause she agrees, "As long as you behave."
He stands up and steps around her to kneel at her opposite hip. Fingers pinching the strings apart he tucks that string under her as well.
Realizing the oil bottle was on the side of her that he abandoned he swallowed hoarsely. He then took the risk of leaning over her to grip the bottle. In doing so his pup tent slid over her lower back. She felt every inch of his erection.
Before she could formulate a response he drizzled more oil on her, straightening up. His attention was now on her legs. After a healthy dose of gloss his hands coated her feet as well. Again he found ticklish spots.
Moving higher along her inside legs his hands grew hesitant at her thighs.
"Am I doing okay?"
She nearly purrs with her eyes closed, "Lovely."
"I can peel the top of these bottoms down just a little. At least the tan line will be less visible. If it helps."
"I really want an all over tan but that's impossible. You can roll it down a little I suppose."
With both hands he pinches the sides of the bikini bottoms material and folds it over gently revealing her butt crack by two inches.
"Good enough or do you want it lower?" He hopes.
Quivering at his knuckles on her flesh she inhales to release, "Another inch at the most."
Eyes bulging Lance peels and tucks the clothe more like an inch and a half. Just enough for his view to capture the sight of a sexy anal cavity. He had to whine. She had to grit her teeth.
"Nice!" He boldly admits.
She giggles, "Too much for you Lance?"
"Not nearly enough." He puckers with the thought.
He retrieves the oil bottle and dribbles a stream on her lower back and watches it trickle into her crack. The sight made him drool. Before she could utter a word Lance decided to just pull the patch of bikini off of her entire ass then yank it out from under her thighs. As she realized his forceful move he Gripped her ass cheeks and pried them apart for a better view.
"WHAT THE HELL, LANCE? I never said to go that far."
She raises up on her elbows to sneer back at him.
He smiles at her with a cheesy grin, yet nervous, "Might as well do this right."
"Lance! I can't do this. You're only eighteen by what? A week? Two? If people saw this I could get arrested."
"No tan lines, I say." He blurts.
She peers around them at all sides then looks back at him as he massages her ass.
"At least find me something to block us from the view of the Kramer house. They're the ones I worry about."
