I always looked forward to our meetings.
Jen was my sister-in-law. At 35 she was Hollywood material. A local surgeon made sure there were plenty of curves topside, while Jen made sure her ass was a perfect heart shape. We met every Sunday for a poolside cookout, where I always ogled her scrumptious body. My wife Sara didn't much care for that, but she didn't really have much choice. I hadn't resigned being male.
On this particular occasion, Sara got a call from her best friend asking her to meet at the hospital. She apparently got her hand mangled in a food processor, and wanted Sara's companionship while waiting for the doctor to stitch her fingers back together.
"I'll be back in a couple of hours guys." Sara called out. "Please save me a steak, OK?"
"OK" Jen and I said in unison.
"Well, Jen." I intoned. "It's just you 'n me."
"Yep." She smiled, looking down at the kitchen floor. "But I think we can still have some fun, don't you, Jack?"
"Naturally." I said, as I watched Jen in her sexy bikini, carefully exit the kitchen and go lay down on a large towel at the edge of the pool.
Jen had on a bikini that made me start to go stiff. Her nipples pointed straight out, and were barely able to be concealed by the small triangular fabric patches. But the main attraction was the T-back bottom, and how it maximized the curves of her ass. Jen was looking fantastic.
"Jack?" She said. "Can you help me with my suntan oil? If I'm going to keep this tan, I'll need some help putting on plenty of oil, OK?"
"Not a problem." I told her as I reached for the oil. "Just relax and I'll get you very slick."
As Jen lay down on her stomach, she reached around and released the strap from her top. Both tits compressed under her weight and naturally pushed to the edges, where I got a lovely look at them. She had no tan line, which meant anything was possible.
I started squirting oil along her spine. I used entirely too much, knowing I would have to rub longer to make it appear even. Jen felt electric to my touch. She was so very smooth and tan, which heightened the incredible sexiness of the moment.
"Don't forget my legs or my bum, OK?" She almost whispered.
Your 'bum.', I quickly thought, 'How could I forget that sexy bum.' What an interesting and flirtatious way of asking. "OK.." I returned. "I'll get you slick all over."
I poured more oil out of the tube directly on her ass cheeks and just inside her thigh. Carefully moving her leg over, I massaged first one leg, and then the other all the way up to her pussy. I even bumped into her pussy several times "accidentally." I brazenly let my hands push the fabric of her T-back hard against her asshole. For my efforts, I was treated with small moans and grunts. They were the sounds of a girl enjoying herself very much under my touch. The bikini bottom had a side snap, so naturally, I had to unsnap it. That gave me an unfettered view of her gorgeous, now slick ass. After a few more minutes of what had now become overt sexual foreplay, Jen turned over, threw her top completely off and said "Well, Jack. Don't stop now."
"Mmmm." I said. "I'll be glad to continue."
I took a huge squirt of oil on both boobs, and a generous splash right onto her shaved pussy. I took her left boob in both hands and squeezed, and finished by tweaking her nipple very roughly. Jen seemed to respond well to that as she arched her back. I did the same thing to her right tit, too, and again Jen arched her back in desire.
My cock was getting way to hard to be constrained, so I stood up and pulled my bathing suit off.