The sound of the waves and the feel of the warm sands on a deserted beach had put me to sleep that summer afternoon on the English shore. I’d come to reflect on my latest broken relationship. Not to sunbathe. The hypnotic whoosh of the incoming waves had put me under. My subconscious mind recalled the love making Tracy and I shared not so long ago.
“Sir, sir,” a nearby voice broke my dream. Squinting through the bright sun a saw a tall womanly shape standing above me. A lovely English accent spoke again, “You’re turning bright pink.” I sat up on my elbows, still half asleep, and looked down. My arms and legs were indeed a bright pink. My face soon matched that color as I noticed my bathing suit was protruding up six inches in a most undignified manner before a strange and beautiful woman.
She stepped to the side out of the sun and I finally got a clear look at this vision of loveliness. She was tall and perfectly proportioned. Short dark hair highlighted her oval face and deep dark eyes. The statuesque figure wore a bright red bikini that displayed her assets wonderfully. The full breasts were pushed together forming perfect round orbs. Below them was a firm muscled stomach, smooth and round. Golden loins stretched up to a perfect V-shape, protected from inquisitive eyes by the thin red material.
“Sorry to intrude, but you shall be well done as a roasted chicken had I remained silent.”
“I’m much obliged,” I replied, as I scrambled to pull the beach towel over my erection.
Her lips broke into a beautiful full grin that make her deep brown eyes sparkle delightfully. Sparing me further embarrassment she offered her hand down to me. “Karen’s the name. Yours would be …?”
“Sean,” I replied as I rose to my feet. “Thanks for your intervention. You likely saved me from considerable pain, waking me like that.”
“I think I made it in the nick of time,” she replied. “Got something here in my bag that can put an end to any further damage.’ Her slender fingers pulled out a bottle of sun screen. She tossed it at me. “That’s the ticket.”
My reflexes were still dull from sleep and the hands reached into empty space just as the bottle slapped into my family jewels. I tried to hide the pain. She giggled delightfully and covered that full grin with long pink fingernails. “Should have used your cricket bat to better use,” she snickered. “Here, let me make it up to you Sean.”
She bent over to pick up the lotion. Her bikini top slipped down a bit revealing alabaster white skin below the tan lines of her ample breasts. Pouring the creamy liquid in the palm of her hand she directed me to turn around. “Let me cover your back while it can still be saved.” Turning, I realized I was putty in her hands …. At least from the rear!
Soft, strong hands caressed my back. The cool lotion made me shiver as she swirled it in a circular motion over my muscles. This was doing nothing to make Mr. Happy take refuge. Rather, my cock was taking a one-eyed peek at the world from my cutoff shorts. Kristin’s knowing hands moved up to my shoulders. By now half my cock was sticking out, swollen and trapped between my thigh and shorts. I reached down the front of my pants to make a readjustment.
“You’re not getting saucy are you?” she asked with a giggle. Her laughter was infectious and put made me feel at ease.
“Just a muscle readjustment” I replied. “I broke up with my girl two months ago and the touch of a beautiful woman is resulting in an involuntary muscle movement.”
