We are on holiday. Somewhere hot and sunny with great beaches. We've had a few days running around looking at stuff and now we just want a day on the beach relaxing. The beach we go to has a high cliff behind and lots of secluded little bays in the rock. The cliff behind extends fingers of rock which stretch down towards the sea. Between the rock and the water is a wide stretch of perfect golden sand. Walking along this stretch of sand we can see that each bay has one group of people in. We walk along until we find a suitable empty bay then we go sit down, spread out blankets and lie down. It's as if we are the only people on our own personal beach.
The sun is really hot and the breeze pleasant, you're in your bikini and I'm just in my shorts. We're lying next to each other just talking and enjoying the sunshine. You know I'm looking at you, your breasts and stomach, displayed to me in your little bikini. You open your eyes and look up at me leaning over you. The sweat on my chest glinting in the sunlight. With a wicked grin, staring into my eyes the whole time, you undo your bikini top and take it off.
'Pass the suntan lotion?' you say, lying back down. My eyes are glued to your perfect breasts, you can feel me looking at you. I reach for the suntan lotion and pass it to you, you uncap it and squirt some of the white fluid between your breasts as provocatively as you can.
'Wouldn't you like to squirt me too?' you ask with a gleam in your eye. 'Rub the lotion in for me will you? Make sure you cover my nipples, I don't want them burning.' As you lean up to look at me, you want to know how excited you've gotten me, you see movement on the clifftop high above us. There is a small group of guys, one of whom is pointing you out to his friends. Your initial reaction is to hide yourself, cover your breasts, but after a split second you decide that you like the attention. They're miles away and I'm here and you like that they think you're gorgeous. So you lie back down and stretch your arms above your head to show yourself off as I massage the suncream into your chest, breasts and nipples.
'We have an audience,' you say, glancing back over my shoulder. I spin and look up.