Melissa was lying by the pool trying to get the last few rays of sun before their trip home. They had driven to San Diego the past Monday and leaving tomorrow, Friday. Overall it had been an OK trip. Dan had been somewhat less grouchy than normal. Joe, her 10 year-old son was behaving himself pretty well, even though he complained there wasn't a lot to do. So, Dan decided to take him out on a deep-sea fishing exhibition which was supposed to last a good part of the day, and Melissa was relieved. It meant a day she could lounge by the beach outside their hotel, listen to her music, read, and take a nap. She didn't get those kind of days often. She worked full --time and with a husband and son to take care of, there wasn't a lot of time for relaxing. She did manage to work out three times a week, keeping her 39 year-old body in pretty decent shape. When she went to the gym, she did catch some looks, but those were mainly from the older, balder men. She, of course was happily married, so it wasn't like she was trying anyway.
As she lay there, she started to find herself dozing and realized she had better turn over. Right then she realized that Dan took off without putting lotion on her back. Bastard. She did love him, but he had to be the most insensitive man she knew. She looked up from her chair to see if anyone was around to help out a damsel in distress. That is when she saw him. She normally didn't gasp, but she felt her heart leap when she saw this man coming toward her just out of the ocean. He was tall, lanky and had blond hair that came to his shoulders. He was almost past her when she found her voice. "Excuse me" she said almost in a whisper. "I need some help."
He turned to look at her and she saw he had very deep blue eyes. His smile was perfect, even creating two dimples on the sides of his mouth. He bent down to her chair and said "What can a gorgeous woman like you possibly need help with?" The voice had a slight accent, maybe Italian, she didn't know. What she did know is that the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with the heat.
"I need to turn over and I forgot to put suntan lotion on my back." She said in her best innocent girl voice. "Can you possibly do something about that." She then gave a very soft smile which had gotten her way more than once. He smiled back.
"Of course," he said "Go ahead and turn over." She handed him her bottle, slowly rolled over and closed her eyes. She felt him move closer to her and sit down in the empty chair next to her. She peeked out of the corner of her eye and saw him pour the lotion on his hands and rub them together. Good, she thought, not pouring cold lotion on her. Score one for him. She felt his hands slowly undo her clasp to her bikini top. It fell to the side and his hand slowly rubbed her spine up and down with the lotion. His hands felt like velvet over her hot skin. He felt the lotion soak her body as he moved around her shoulder blades. She knew she was moaning, she could hear it, but felt no other sensation, it was like she was floating. His hands moved along her back and she sighed involuntarily. Her legs spread more as he slowly moved along her sides. It was like he knew every single part of her and he was using it to his advantage. She felt his hands move to her lower back and press in, getting all of her trigger points. She was soaked by now. She could almost feel it running down her legs and she was embarrassed. It was heavenly, but she wondered how long could it go on? His hands slowly made their way back up, and he whispered in her ear, "Is there any other part that needs taken care of?"
She moaned lightly. She knew her hands was trembling and her voice was shaky. She said in a low voice "You are the expert, you tell me." She opened her eyes and saw that he was smiling.
"Maybe we need to continue this somewhere more-private." He said with a slight hesitation in his voice, glancing at her wedding ring.