The next morning dawned clear and, once again, hot. We both put on shorts and t-shirts over our new swimsuits (I tried to persuade Tracy to just wear her bikini top, but no luck), stuffed some towels, sunscreen and water in a backpack, and headed out. At a nearby café, we ate some fruit and yoghurt and bought some sandwiches for lunch. Then, we headed to the bus stop for the ride to the beach.
When we got there, we again were greeted by an amazing expanse of skin. We found a spot at the somewhat less crowded far end of the beach, and spread out our towels. I quickly stepped out of my shorts (I had ditched my shirt on the bus ride), and started putting sunscreen on my chest, arms and legs. Tracy demurely sat on the towel and peeled off her shorts. For a while she sat looking around her obviously working up the courage to take off her shirt. After looking in all directions, she finally did so and quickly lay back on her towel before she, too, applied sunscreen to her pearly-white tummy and the rest of her front. She then rolled over and asked me to do her back. I started at her feet and worked my way up her legs. Skipping over her upper thighs, I then move to her shoulders and down her back. When I got to her bikini string I untied it, and made sure to rub sunscreen into the sides of her breasts.
"Mmmmm, that's nice," she murmured.
"You should get some on the rest of them as well."
"Nice try, but not a chance, mister."
Thus rebuffed, I moved my ministrations to Tracy's lower back. I then returned to her upper thighs and worked to lotion into her exposed rear end. As I moved my hands between her legs, Tracy spread them a little and I took the opportunity to caress the small piece of fabric covering her mound. As she bucked against my hand a little, I could tell she was quite turned on. I rubbed a little bit more and then decided that she would have to pay for some more fun.
Flopping face first on my own towel, I said, "OK, kiddo, your turn."
I could see a brief look of trepidation cross Tracy's face as she realized she would have to leave her close-to-the-ground position, but she was fortified by the fact that she was horny, and retying her bikini string, she got up and grabbed the sunscreen tube.
Tracy straddled me as she started with my shoulders. I could feel her grinding her clit into my spine, and she made a point of bending over every now and then to rub her breasts across my back while licking my ear -- something she knows drives me wild. I could tell she was really turned on, and by the time she spun around to minister to my legs, so was I. When she reached the top of my thighs, Tracy stroked my balls through my swimsuit and prodded beneath me to feel my erection.
She again bent over and nibbled at my ear: "I think both of us could use a swim to cool off," she whispered.
"I agree, but I'm going to have to wait a few minutes before I can roll over."
Tracy laughed and tumbled off of me onto her own towel. A few minutes later, my hardon had subsided sufficiently for me to stuff it into the side of my swimsuit, and we splashed hand in hand into the warm Aegean water. Both of us are strong swimmers -- it remains a part of our exercise routine to this day -- and we set off toward the far end of the bay in which the beach was set. When we reached our destination, we swam in close enough to shore where I could stand and both of us could catch our breath while Tracy held on to me.
"Feeling less hot and bothered?" I inquired.
