We lie in the sun, totally oblivious to the worries and pressures of the rest of the world, enjoying the morning sun and quiet surroundings.
You lie with your tiny white string bikini barely covering your flesh. I lie with my eyes half closed behind dark sunglasses providing merciful relief from the brightness of the sun. Each of us is dozing off the effects of last night's excesses.
You ask if I want you to take off your bikini top on what is admittedly a fairly secluded beach. I feign indifference, curious as to how you'll react.
Although you can't see if I'm looking out from behind my dark glasses or not, you can guess that I won't be able to keep my eyes off you for long.
Just as you're about to take your bikini top off, one of the guys from the resort bar wanders toward us, wanting to know if he can get us a drink.
Jesus Christ, it's barely into the morning and already you're trying to ply us with alcohol, you playfully tease him. In the end you order a couple of drinks for us and he wanders off, no doubt having enjoyed how you look.
Again I begin to drift off to a light sleep as the waves gently roll up and caress the beach. You have a little more energy.
Again you ask if I'd like you to take off your top, both of us knowing that the drinks boy will be back before long. "Sure," I say, curious again as to what you'll do.
Calling my bluff, you unhook your already skimpy bikini top and let it fall to the sand.
At first you lie back in your sun lounger with your magnificent breasts on display. You playfully reach for the oil, and in your cutest sex kitten voice ask if I'd like to rub oil into your naked breasts.
I pretend to be dozing and watch as you begin to pour oil over your exposed breasts drop by drop, rubbing it with just a single fingertip. You know that my curiosity would never allow me to sleep through this, and that I wouldn't be able to do anything but enjoy your little show.
What neither of us realizes is that our friend with the drinks is also enjoying the show, as he's now only a few feet away. He takes a few moments to recover himself and clears his throat in embarrassment. You mumble an apology and flip over onto your stomach.
I gaze out from behind my sunglasses, barely able to suppress a grin as I watch you both squirm self-consciously. He places one drink near me in the sand and places yours down in front of you.
He utters "Madam..." as he's about to turn on his heel and walk away. Something makes him hesitate; probably the smooth curves of your back, waist and legs as well as the memory of the oil dripping on your chest.