This is just a quick hit, I thought I'd share this warning about falling asleep in the sun.
Enjoy and please leave a comment.
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"Hey man, wake up,' somebody was kicking me in the hip," come on man, you're getting burned laying out here like this, wake up."
Huh, what?" I shook my head to clear the cobwebs. I could feel the burn starting to set in across my back, shit I had fallen asleep by the pool.
"Relax man, I've got some aloe, I'm going to rub it on your back and maybe it will take some of the burn away, you're pretty red." Whoever it was didn't wait for my approval and I flinched as the cool liquid drizzled across my back.
I lived in an old-style boarding house, room, and board in exchange for a very reasonable rent and a few chores. Ms. Marshall was a retired librarian who owned an old Victorian house toward the outskirts of town, depending on the month, she had between one and five boarders, for the past two months it had been just her and me. She was a delightful old woman with bright eyes and a generous smile and an excellent cook; I had a big room with expansive windows on the second floor overlooking the backyard and the Olympic sized pool that I was responsible for keeping clean. The rent was cheap and the food excellent, it was perfect for a waiter and burgeoning writer.
"You must be Charlie, Ms. Marshall said I'd find you out here," he was trying to distract me and when his hands touched my back I knew why, I was crispy. The aloe felt good and I could feel it starting to sooth the burn as he gently rubbed it into my skin flinching every now and then when he hit a hot spot or a place where I was ticklish.
I had to admit his hands felt nice working the lotion into my skin, he was taking his time, going slow, making sure he got every inch, "Ooh, somebody's tense," he found the first knot and pressed his thumb into the source of weeks of pain and irritation, I groaned and arched my back, "Let me work that out for you," I didn't protest.
First his thumbs and then the heel of his hand, I winced and groaned but could feel the knot start to give, when he used his elbow, I finally protested," fuck man," but the knot softened, and I immediately felt better. He continued rubbing the lotion into the burn, slowly moving lower and lower down my back.
"I like your suit," his voice melted into my ears, I wore my skimpiest speedo when I laid out by the pool to maximize my tan, he found another knot and went to work, I tried not to complain and had to admit it hurt pretty good.
"Yeah, I like to lay out by the pool, it helps with the stress, and the speedo gives me the smallest tan lines," I let out another loud groan as he attacked the muscle with his elbow.
"Well, from what I'm seeing, you've got plenty of stress, and definitely have the body for that speedo," I could almost feel him blushing, I knew I was. it was the second time he had mentioned it.
Running his thumbs up my spine, he stopped and pressed, I could feel the vertebrae slip back into place, "man, your back is a mess, you want me to keep going?"
"You can do whatever you want if it feels that good," I laughed, realizing I had just given a total stranger carte blanche to do whatever he wanted to me.
Another knot and two more vertebrae and he reached my pelvis, he added more lotion to my back and slowly rubbed it in, moving his hands up my sides and over my shoulder blades, before slowly moving out my arms, pulling the stress out of my body and softening the sunburn as he went. When he started massaging my hands, digging his thumbs into my palm, and working them out each finger in turn, I let out an audible moan and for some reason, felt the need to adjust the way I was laying, dammit, I was getting hard.
