The sun beats down and he watches her over his laptop. The splashing of people in the pool in the midday sun. He stares at the long length of back, dimples just showing above her bikini bottoms. He sucks in a half breath, his fiancée is beautiful and he reaches to lazily run a finger from the waist band of her bikini, along her spine, stopping at the ties that stretch across, just below her shoulder blades. He moves them aside and frowns at the white strip, stark against her tanned back.
He unties the top, flipping the strings to either side and watches as she leaps up from the chaise, her eyes burning brightly with anger as she yells at him, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
"Just trying to help you get rid of those tan lines." he frowns at her as her face turns crimson.
"You are crazy, there are people out here, who might see, and get the wrong impression." she reaches back, putting her top to rights, tying a knot so that he can not do that so easily again.
Taken aback by her outburst, and a little embarrassed as several people stop to see what is going to happen next, he sets his laptop aside and rises, his 6 foot frame towering above her. He stares down at her, watches as her lower lip does that little tremble it always does just before she cries. Frustrated, he blurts out, "You are such a prude, you even like to have the lights off when we make love. What is wrong with you? Damn it, this isn't high school!" He turns and stomps off, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He enters the hotel, not even giving a glance back to see the tears in her eyes.
She stands and watches him leave, waiting for him to turn around, to apologize and as his ass disappears through the door, she starts to shake. Is it anger or something else that makes the tears flow over her cheeks?
He enters the room, dropping his clothes along the way and steps into the shower. He lets the spray stay cool, washing the anger from him, taking away the edge that momentarily flared up as he thought of his near naked fiancée being ogled by the men at the pool. Damn it! He has needs and desires ... and all she seems to have are rules and limits.
She looks up at the window of their hotel room, and starts to smile as she realizes it has an unobstructed view of the pool. She licks her lips, anger giving her a fortitude she didn't know she possessed. She reaches down and grabs the lotion, turns and squares her shoulders. Marching up to the life guard stand she peers up at him, her eyes squinting in the sun.
"Excuse me, but my fiancée just left and forgot to put lotion on my back, I don't want to burn on National Nude Day. Could you help me please?" She holds the bottle of lotion up in the air, standing on tiptoe and flexing the muscles in her ass. She knows she looks good, her long legs accentuated by strong calf muscles.
He tips his sunglasses up and looks down at her, a slow smile spreading, "Of course!" He descends the ladder and stands mere inches from her. He peels the bottle from her fingers and spins her around. The sensation of his fingers on her shoulder making her shiver in the heat of the day. She is embarrassed as she feels her nipples tingling, and looking down she gasps aloud to see them jutting obscenely at the thin fabric.
She gives a languid stretch as he leans against her, his cock, his hard cock pressing to her lower back. He is so tall, he casts a shadow over her. She is a little nervous, quivering as his hands start to spread the lotion, up and down, small circles, sensuous as he lingers, his fingers pressing lightly at the sides of her breasts. His voice husky in her ear, "I don't want you to burn."