His eyes grow wide when he sees me, smouldering in my fishnet vest and neon pink microkini! I stretch my strong legs, flicking the grit off my scorched toes. My calves are socked with sand. I've acquired a healthy tan. He stashes away his sunglasses, strips off his t-shirt, joining me on the beach mat. I smile approvingly at his rugged looks: his sunken cheeks, his lean brown torso, smooth chiselled chest, a flat stomach: finding his manly physique appetising. Apart from his sexy, swarthy, facial growth, the scruffy copper hair, his body is bald. His ruby lips demand closer inspection by my discerning tongue, as do his dark honey nipples!
A lust-lump forms in my throat as he watches me disentangle my breasts from the netting.
'Rub some oil on my back, would you?'
He places the bottle of suntan oil near my body. The squeezy bottle is half-full; he'll need to apply its contents sparingly to make the fluid last. He squeezes a blob of oil onto his palm.
'Lie on your front then.'
I tie back my hair with a pink elastic band and roll onto my front, my chin resting comfortably on the backs of my hands. Excited, I grip the edge of the beach mat. One of my knees slides off, burrowing a hole in the sand. Although his tender touch will caress the whole of my body, he lightly covers my buttocks with a soft towel, to protect them from the sun. He'll soon strip it off me when my skin falls under his soothing magic spell,
'Like this, you mean?'
