"Sorry. You, uh. I like your suit."
She looked down at it, tugging the top to adjust it, needlessly. "I wish I had bigger tits," she replied, then looked up at him in horrified shock. "I didn't mean to say that!"
He could feel her insecurity and fear of rejection like an old wound, and he wanted to heal it. He'd just have to risk his soul. If she could feel him in the same way he sensed her, she wouldn't doubt her loveliness. How could he show that?
While she wavered and worried about his lack of an immediate response, he took a step back and, starting with her face, surveyed her entire body. She was a little taller and much leaner than most girls. Her shoulders and legs were well-developed, and her stomach hinted alluringly at the muscles beneath. In a wholly sincere tone of awe, he told her, "I wouldn't change a thing."
She took a deep breath, nostrils flaring, then pulled his head down for a kiss. Her tongue slithered past his defenses and he moaned as he tightened his arms around her. Even the shape of her back was exciting to him, and that he only experienced by touch as he held her. He instantly lost his battle to control his arousal. The new battle was to not poke her with it.
When they parted, leaving him feeling sugary and excited, she said, "Thanks for the compliment."
"It was a simple observation," he breathed, and surprised himself by kissing her, just as long and as deep as the last. He was losing control. He had to get it together!
She was feeling similarly so she suggested they go outside.
By the time they got the towels (handy for hiding erections) and went to the loungers on the deck, he sensed that her thoughts were a tangle of desire and erotic imagery. She fiddled with her phone and a wireless speaker, and music began to play. It was hypnotic and sensuous, like the sway of her hips as she walked toward him.
Without taking her eyes from him, she plucked a bottle of suntan lotion from a nearby table as she approached. "Let's spread out your towel," she suggested, and took it from him.
Ooh, she was smooth. If he hadn't sensed the uptick of excitement in her, he'd have thought she hadn't noticed the tent he was pitching. She arranged his towel on a lounger beside hers, then waggled her eyebrows at him as she thumbed the top off the lotion.
"You're going to burn," she purred.
"Thanks." He reached for the bottle, but she held it out of his reach.
Without saying a word, she spread lotion between her palms and stepped behind him. He trembled when he felt her hands on him. With slow, sure motions she spread the lotion from his shoulders inward, and her hands coming together at the back of his neck made twinges of delight break out all over.
She went back and forth from the tops of his shoulders down to his middle back, giggling when she touched spots that made him squirm. "Oh, you're ticklish!" She touched the same spots on his sides and laughed at his gasps.
Taking mercy on him, she continued to the waistband of his suit.
"I can get my legs," he offered, thinking to save her the trouble.
"I'm already down here," she replied from a crouch, and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the feel of both her hands on his thigh, especially when they went up, just under the leg of his suit, before descending. He was so erect he was throbbing. When she did his other leg, he did make a small but unmistakable grunt.
"There," she said in a satisfied tone. He could sense that satisfaction, and the feeling of anticipation building in her. "Wait..." she added, and suddenly he felt her hands on his ears. Unable to hold in a sharp inhalation of pleasure, he gritted his teeth against the rising sense of excitement, made worse by what was being broadcast by his date, that threatened to ruin everything. If grabbing that girl's boob in third grade had ruined his social life, touching Lydia's entire body in her backyard would probably get him lynched.
"Now me," she chirped.
If she were as insecure as she had been about the size of her wonderful breasts, she would be really hurt by his refusal to lotion her. He had to do it. At least he would die happy.
He turned, and didn't fail to note her quick, pleased glance at his tented-out suit before she put her back to him and handed over the bottle.
It went without saying that Max had never done this. The dreamy, sexually-charged music laid down just the right soundtrack to a long and fulfilling journey over Lydia's body. He started at her neck, and her sigh of delight was not in the least bit stifled. He covered her delicate skin there and spread outward to her shoulders and beyond. As his hands moved down her arms, he felt her enjoyment rising until it peaked at her hands. Acting on a hunch, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists.
Her excitement soared. He tightened his grip and she made a mewling noise in her throat. Her arousal was through the roof, and when he pulled her wrists behind her back and put them together, her breathing took on a staccato rhythm.
He didn't know if it was his need or hers that made him lean forward, put his lips next to her ear and assert in a low whisper, "You like that."
Lydia moaned in response. Looking over her shoulder at him made her even more excited.
He transferred her wrists to one hand and clamped them firmly. Her chest was heaving as he brought his free hand up and settled his fingertips between her shoulder blades. This was going to ruin his social life when people found out, but he couldn't not rake his nails slowly down her spine until they nudged her suit bottoms. He couldn't prevent himself from following the seductive curve of her butt and making contact at the bottom edge of her suit.
Dear lord, he was touching her butt. Instead of being repulsed, Lydia was positively quivering with bliss. Managing her wrists with one hand and nearly insane with the thought of what his other hand was doing, he lost track of the rest of his body until he felt his erection brush against her bound hands.
The feeling was electric, unlike any he'd experienced, and though he pulled back, the one thought in his mind was
she liked that, too!
He released her wrists, sensing her disappointment, and spread more lotion between his palms. When his hands landed on either side of her butt and spread the lotion from there, her disappointment evaporated.
"While I'm down here," he grinned, throwing her words back at her. By the time he'd covered her exquisitely-turned legs, he was flush all over, crouching at eye level with her butt.
He stood up abruptly and surprised her by catching her wrists again. He pulled them behind her and moved up between them until his pants-tent made the slightest contact with her body. He held tight, pulling down and back just enough to be uncomfortable.
"That's for turning me down for a date," he growled.
"I'm sorry," she replied, to his everlasting shock. "My friends said to stay away from you."
He wanted to ask why, but this wasn't the moment. Her ear was right there in front of him, and in a daze, he leaned forward and got it between his teeth.
She meeped and arched her back. Thinking to disguise it as accidental, she pushed her butt back and again made contact with his erection. Tingles were everywhere now, but instead of being transient, they swirled and accumulated in his center. Her breathing was short, he realized, and he felt her tingles now, in addition to his own. The way her pleasure rose and fell with his stimuli was as easy to follow as a street sign. Her breath became shorter and wheezy, and she soared into the heights of rapture...
"Bite my neck," she requested, and when he did she cried out, "Ah! Ah! Oh! Mmmm, YES!"
Her entire body tensed and her butt pressed hard against him, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his body, interspersing nibbles with kisses and licks to her neck and then her ear.
Once the idea came into his mind, he couldn't resist it. He fought heroically but his hands descended until they were on her hips. He felt those side ties beneath his palms and tightened his fingers. An involuntary growl escaped his throat. He pulled her firmly toward him, mashing his shaft into the cleft of her buttocks.
Lydia began to rock her hips and tense her glutes rhythmically. She was actually gripping his member through their suits, and the motion was making him crazy lightheaded. He moaned.
"Yes," she whispered, shuddering uncontrollably, and ecstasy overwhelmed his every sense. His cock throbbed and he was so carried away he couldn't yet be horrified that fluid erupted again and again. He threw his head back and howled with passion as his orgasm raged.
Oh God, what have I done?
He opened his mouth and was preparing the granddaddy of all apologies when she spun and jammed her body against his, invading his mouth with a kiss hotter than he'd ever imagined possible. He kissed her back just as hard, and to his everlasting shame he pulled her hard against him instead of running away and devoting his life to monastic living. His suit was wet and she had to have been feeling it, but she, too, worked to ensure there wasn't a single molecule of air between their bodies.
He backed, thinking to avoid the urge to lay down atop her, and the next thing he knew he was lying on his back on a lounger with Lydia's body draped on his, making out greedily.
