Lauren dropped her bag beside the barstool and ordered a G and T. She'd earned it. The trip to the Seychelles had been a success with a number of top hotel boutiques ordering the label's latest collection. She'd been surprised she was asked to come -- normally the company's commercial director, Nicholas St. Croix, traveled alone -- and, being in her mid-20s, she thought there were likely more qualified people than her available.
Nicholas himself was exactly what one pictured when thinking of a successful, senior salesperson. He was tall, 6'4, and with a deep but softly spoken voice. In his early 50s, he was in excellent physical shape and possessed of the calmly authoritative manner of an ex-army officer. Lauren could imagine him sending men into battle in a general's uniform as easily as she could picture him in an impeccably tailored suit convincing a client in a restaurant.
She sipped her drink and checked her Blackberry, seeing that Nicholas had been delayed from joining her by the need to complete paperwork on their latest sale. With their flight not departing until the following day, they'd planned to celebrate with dinner and a bottle of wine. No matter. She replied asking him to come find her by the pool when ready.
Not realizing there would be an opportunity to avail of the hotel's beautiful outdoor swimming facilities, Lauren had failed to pack a bathing suit. The resort's target market was young, honeymooning couples, and consequently the selection available was more daring than she was accustomed to. She opted for a black two-piece and checked how it looked in the changing-room. The top covered her breasts only from the areola of her dark nipples down, while the bottom was low-slung around her hips and high-cut to reveal a portion of her firm behind. This really was more revealing than she would like! She considered changing her plans but then decided that nobody knew her here, and they must see a lot of lithe young brides around the pool area anyway.
Lauren wore her purchase to the pool area and was happy to find she would be alone. She climbed into the pool and started to languidly enjoy a few lengths on her back. The warm water on her body, coupled with the sun high overhead, soon had her in a state of stress-free relaxation. She heard a voice on the deck next to the pool but it took a moment to register it was trying to get her attention. She looked up to see a lifeguard signaling her. He was young, no more than 18 or 19 at most but that was the norm for hotel support staff at these resorts. He spoke with a soft Caribbean accent, and his caramel skin suggested some European blood somewhere in his ancestry. She guessed he was a little under six feet tall and although not by any means a big man, each of his muscles was perfectly defined across his arms, chest, abdomen and legs. She knew this because he was dressed in just a pair of loose fitting, red shorts, sandals and wrap-around sunglasses. Between his body and attire, he looked like a dancer from a music video.
"Excuse me ma'am. I'm sorry to interrupt your swim but I'm afraid I have to ensure that all guests in the pool area are wearing sun-screen."
Lauren was puzzled by this. With her olive complexion she rarely needed to apply sun-block, even in sunnier climes like this.
"Well I'm afraid I don't have any sun-screen. And besides, I really don't think it's necessary."
He bent down to speak more easily with her, placing his hands upon his thighs as he did so. Lauren noticed how the muscles on his chest and abdomen became even more taut.
"I really am sorry, ma'am, but I have to enforce the hotel rules. I have sun-screen you can use, and the pool's sauna isn't in use at the moment. You can apply it there if you just follow me."
He smiled a cute, dimpled smile that emphasized his youth despite his grown-up body. Lauren softened, realizing that he probably had no control over the rules and would get in trouble if she was seen to argue with him. She climbed from the pool and followed him. As the sun hit her dripping body she realized that her swimsuit was clinging to her body even more tightly now. The cute lifeguard was getting quite a show!
The sauna was little more than a wooden cabin and looked like it hadn't been in use for some time. There was a small window on the door that allowed some sun in, creating a soft orange glow as it reflected from the varnished wood. The lifeguard was holding the sun-screen is his left hand and Lauren motioned for him to pass it to her.
"Please ma'am, allow me to help you."
She thought for a moment before smiling and nodding her agreement. She really didn't need sun-block and so being seen to apply some was just a formality. But the boy was sweet, and by anyone's standards very attractive. Lauren imagined there were probably quite a few girls his own age who would kill to be in this position.
"If you turn around please ma'am, I'll start with your back."
She did as he asked, thinking this could be a guilty little vacation thrill. The lifeguard applied some cream to his hands and then began to slowly rub her back. The coldness of the liquid made her jump slightly, but his strong hands applied pressure and rubbed it in deeply, rapidly warming her skin. She was surprised at how hands so powerful could have such soft palms. He massaged her shoulders before taking each arm in turn, his big hands easily able to envelope them as he slowly worked one of her arms from shoulder to wrist, and then the other. The sensation was blissful. Next he rubbed the back of her neck in circles, lingering there, before bringing his other hand around to massage her throat.
The lifeguard thought he heard a soft 'mmm' escape her lips but couldn't be sure. He wouldn't dare to believe that the beautiful foreign woman was enjoying this as much as he was. He wanted it to be true, and resolved to take as much from the experience of touching all of her perfect body as he possibly could, even if it was just to something to remember as he released the pressures of the working day in the shower later.
Lauren had her eyes closed now. She felt the lifeguard bend down to move his palms over her calves, starting at the ankles and motioning rhythmically as high as her knees on each leg in turn. Starting now at her thigh, one hand went around her body and the other between her legs. He slowly touched every area of her toned upper thigh and, as he approached the high bikini line, the side of his hand brushed momentarily against her sex.
This time the 'oh!' that passed her mouth was unmistakable.
