Part 2, The Yellow Bikini
Ding and I left the army at about the same time to pursue our respective careers outside the military. I went to university to augment some of the smaller qualifications in engineering I had attained through the army and ended up working in construction management. Ding landed a plumb job for a global security firm. According to their website, they specialised in 'Asset Protection' for the remote rigs of major oil and gas companies across the globe.
His job kept him away from home for long periods of time and but it seemed to have no impact on his relationship with Del. They still seemed as happy as ever even though he was only home about 3 months of the year. I still maintained a good friendship with Del but I could tell that the distance was starting to have an effect on their kids, Jacob and Anna. Being a single parent looked like a tough gig, and being a good friend I felt obliged to help out when I could. I went around for dinner on occasions and watched them so she could go for a run. I even took the three of them to a local water park a few times during summer.
Although Ding wasn't around a lot, Del still chose to wear her usual revealing attire and although I hadn't seen them up close and personal, the small nubs that poked through her various skimpy tops appeared not to have changed size since having children. In fact despite having two kids, she had not lost one ounce of her spectacular body.
It was on one trip to the water park that I ended up getting a closer look than I had ever imagined. Jacob and Anna were a few years older and more than capable of taking care of themselves in the safety of the small waterpark. The fenced area in which we were only had one way in and out and Del and I had set up our banana lounges with a commanding view of the pool and slides.
Once that was done, Del peeled off the long t-shirt she'd been wearing to reveal a very small yellow string bikini. I was wearing my sunglasses at the time and took the opportunity to take in the view. A quick glance around showed that I wasn't the only one that noticed her body. A couple of guys nearby had definitely noticed and were trying desperately to look as if they weren't looking. I guess they thought I was her husband and didn't want me to see them checking her out. Like I've said, it's hard not to.
I peeled my shirt off and kicked back on my lounge. Fortunately I still had my army physique, despite having left several years before. I had seen quite a few guys around my age really let themselves go once they left the forces. I worked pretty hard to keep in shape partly because I liked feeling fit and not running out of breath when I ran a flight of stairs, but mostly because I knew that women liked a man in shape. I didn't have a totally ripped body, mind you, but I had a decent sized chest with proportionate arms and very little body fat. I preferred to think of myself as toned rather than muscular. I certainly wasn't one of those steroid ridden gym junkies. I'm sure it worked for some women but I wasn't fond of the idea of looking like I'd mistaken hair spray for deodorant, if you catch my drift.
Laying adjacent to Del, I could see how many people might think that we were a couple. The only give away was that we didn't kiss or hold hands. Then again, I didn't see any of the other couples around the waterpark kissing or holding hands either. They were usually too busy chasing their own kids to enjoy each other's company. I didn't relish the idea of parenthood, if all I had to look forward too was entertaining kids and not spending enough quality time with my wife.
Although it was a cloudy day, I could see it beginning to break across the horizon, and after an hour or two at the waterpark the glint of sun began to shine through less and less sporadically. We had given ourselves and the kids a good dose of sunscreen before we left their place but had completely forgotten to reapply. The sun breaking through was a gentle reminder. After a quick scan of the park, she found Jacob and Anna and subjected them to another going over of sunscreen.
As they ran off back to the slides, Delilah tossed the bottle back at me with little more than a "Heads up", and then lay back down face first on the banana lounge. I popped the top and squirted a thin stripe along my arm.
"No," she started, "I need you to do my back."
"Geez, what did your last slave die from?" I retorted with a grin. "Why didn't you ask Jacob or Anna to do it?"
"Because Jacob is at that age where can't stand the thought of touching his mum -- I'm just icky, apparently -- and I can't rely on Anna to give me a complete cover. She'd just want to draw pretty patterns. I swear that child is off with the fairies most of the time."
Let's face it, I didn't need any convincing but I didn't want to sound too eager. Rubbing suntan lotion into her sexy figure? I'd only fantasized about it for the last 8 years! Thoughts and questions ran quickly through my head. I needed to do this in a way that seemed innocent but not too slap-dash. I wanted to take my time but not linger unnecessarily. I was going to enjoy this but without seeming perverted. It was a fine line to walk but by the power of Greyskull I was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"Fine," I said in a mocked huff, "but just this once. I don't want you getting used to it, ok?"
"Tell you what," she replied, "If you do a decent job of it, I'll offer you a position as my new personal slave."
"Only if you promise to whip me," I replied, laughing. I moved over to her lounge and sat next to her. My thigh rested up next to her side. I rubbed the lotion between my hands and quietly thanked every known deity for this gift I was about to receive.
Not wanting to seem too eager I started at her shoulders and wiped, rather than massaged, the sunscreen across the top of her shoulders from her neck outwards. When I reached the top of her arms, I swept my hands back towards the middle of her back whilst applying a little bit of pressure.
"Oooh," she cooed. "Your hands are smoother than I thought. Much smoother than Ding's."
I recalled during my time in the army how my hands were quite calloused from the work we performed. Thankfully they had dispersed during the last few years I had spent working in construction management. The toughest physical work I did these days was signing requisitions and monthly expenditure reports.
"Soft hands; tough heart," I replied.
She giggled. "I don't believe that for a second, Sean."
I ran my palms down either side of her spine, stopping only to navigate the tied string of her bikini.
"That's actually a nice colour on you," I remarked as casually as I could. "It's a good compliment to your skin tone."
"Thank you," she replied. "It was a gift from Ding on his last trip back from China. He said he picked it up in Hong Kong during a quick stopover."
I admired the contrast between the material and her ass check that it barely covered. I had dated a girl who had studied art at university and vaguely recalled a conversation about complimentary colours. There was something about the how any given colour is best complimented by the colour opposite it on the colour wheel. I have no idea where 'olive' fitted into the colour wheel, but the pale yellow of the bikini looked spectacular against the backdrop of her skin.
As I gazed over her body, I paid some attention to the material covering her ass. It almost looked slightly translucent. It could've just been the way the direct sunlight was hitting the material but it seemed as if I could almost see the crease between her ass cheeks under the fabric. My cock stirred at the though and I fought to control my thoughts. Although I had initially delighted in the idea of helping her apply sunscreen, I clearly hadn't thought it through. The last thing I needed was to sport a hard on in such a public place, and whilst I was applying sunscreen to my best mate's wife.
I ran my palms back up towards her shoulders with the same firm pressure. The sunscreen was quite thick and required a bit of pressure and multiple passes to ensure that it was all rubbed in and covered her adequately. I swept my hands from the middle of her lower back towards her neck. As they passed over her the lower trapezoids, my hands encountered a small bump. It was just big enough for me to feel it with my palm but I had a sense that it was quite a large knot.
I had never done any sort of formal course in massage but it's just something that I knew a bit about. I'd given enough massages to girls to know a knot when I saw one. I'd also given enough massages and received enough complaints from respective girlfriends to help forge my massage technique. I may have been an amateur but I had developed a professional technique.
I passed over the knot initially but returned to it a moment later to pay it a little attention. Delilah moaned involuntarily as I worked around the outside of the knot, slowly working my way in. She arched her back slightly and involuntarily.
"Oh god that feels good," she moaned.
"Yep, that feels like a good one," I remarked casually. "Feels like you've definitely done something to yourself." I continued to work away at the knot, gently kneading it from all sides. I followed the knot down from her shoulder blade alongside her spine.
"Jesus," I exclaimed under my breath. "This thing is huge. When was the last time you had a proper massage?"
I had vividly recalled a conversation from a few years ago when she had mentioned that she had regular massages to help keep her muscles supple to help her with her fitness routine. She had also mentioned that she was always naked for her appointments.
She moaned quietly as I help pressure on one specific spot. "Not for a long time."
She drew a sharp breath through her teeth and I watched her tense up her ass. I must've hit a really sore point, so I eased up on the pressure.
"No, no, don't stop," she begged. "You got it right there."
"There's really not much I can do here without my massage oil," I said, nonchalantly. "You should really go back soon and get a professional to take care of that."
