"Whoa" Casey Keller lowered her sunglasses, not wanting her view to be impeded.
Her eyes locked on the woman walking in front of her; though sashayed may have been a better description as the woman's hips swung like she was walking a model's runway rather across a hotel patio. It wasn't just her walk that made the woman stand out. Like virtually all the rest of the guests outside, sunning themselves and relaxing by a pool, she was wearing a swimming costume, but whereas for everyone else it was piece of clothing that either protected from the sun or covered strategic spots from lecherous gaze, for her it seemed to be moulded to her body and designed to show it off to its best advantage. Her bosoms were probably average, but the way the costume tightly clung to her made them seem larger and firmer, and the low cut in the front accentuated their almost perfect roundness.
The material clung to her perfect stomach and stopped at the top of her legs, leaving the tanned and toned thighs on display. As she passed you could see the costume dug between her buttocks, the firm flesh of the cheeks jiggling either enough to mesmerise. But going beyond her beauty and body was the confident way she held herself, completely ignoring all the glances and gazes that were coming her way, as if they were her due. Some of the looks were envious, older women who'd never had it and younger girls, not yet developed and fearing they'd never match her when they did; others were desirous, husbands quietly ignoring the frowns from their wives as they watched her parade, sons equally fascinated by a woman who'd they only ever seen in their fantasies.
And Casey...
And her Mom, "Whoa, indeed," Sandra Keller added as she too lowered her sunglasses to look at the Goddess in front of them.
The two of them turned their heads in unison, following the newcomer as she sensually swaggered towards an empty lounger only a few yards in front of them. It wasn't hard to gently angle their own loungers just enough that they could see her as she placed down her bag and reached into it for a pair of sunglasses and some sun cream. She rubbed the cream over her bare flesh, the lotion making her body seem like it was gleaming, before settling back, relaxing in the rays and letting her long blonde hair spread out behind her.
"Now that's a nice view," murmured Sandra to her daughter, as the two of them subtly continued to check out the woman in front of them, admiring her all the way up her long legs and slim stomach to her round bosoms and film-star looks face.
"Mmnnn" replied Casey. "I think I might be recovering from my broken heart already."
"Good," her Mom giggled, "Me too."
It had been her Mom's idea, a weekend away in the plush resort, a chance to spoil themselves as they both came out of relationships, her Mom's admittedly a three-week fling with a woman she'd met through a lesbian dating app, whilst Casey's had been a longer six-month relationship with only her second real girlfriend, an ex-classmate she'd hooked up with at an after-prom party. Casey hadn't been keen, not that she minded spending time with her Mom -- as an only child of a single mother -- she had a closer relationship than most of her friends did with their parents. However she was of the view that a period of agonised moping was the best way to get over the love of her life, or at least the best tasting pussy she'd yet eaten. It had taken several evenings of her Mom persuading the nineteen year old that in her Mom's considerably longer dating experience, sitting in your room eating too much chocolate and listening to bad pop ballads wasn't the way you got over a broken heart. Instead the older Keller was of the view that if weekends away in an expensive hotel being pampered by fawning staff didn't heal the hurt of a break-up, they certainly made the pain less raw.
Casey was coming round to the view that her Mom might have a point.
Suddenly the woman lifted her sunglasses up from her head and looked at the Kellers. "Excuse me," she said.
For a moment the teen thought they'd been staring too intently or talking too loudly and the offended woman was about to chastise them, however even as she was talking a charming smile was crossing her face, so Casey relaxed and quickly answered before her Mom could, after all the woman was (probably) nearer her age, "Yes."
"I know this is rude, but could you put some lotion on me when I turn over, it's so hard to get it right," the woman's smile was welcoming, her lips open just enough to show teeth that would have been the pride of any dentist.
"Of course," said Casey, trying not to look like she had too much of an ulterior motive.
The woman rolled over on her front as Casey approached, "I'm Terri," she said conversationally.
"Casey Keller," the teen replied.
"Could you start with the back of my legs?" Terri said, though that was a spot she could have easily oiled herself with a little effort. Not that Casey was complaining as she squirted the cool lotion onto her hand and started to work it into the woman's calves. The woman gave an appreciative sigh "Mmnnn, you seem good at this, I think it works best if you're slow, but firm, it makes sure everything is covered."
That probably wasn't the best way to apply sunscreen, though it worked for a massage, which is what Casey seemed to be giving. Not that she was complaining, her ex had praised her skilled fingers and how they could make her feel good, whether used internally or externally. The teen pressed down, digging into Terri's tight firm legs, her palms slipping over the smooth flesh, rubbing the cool lotion, into the older woman's skin. The blonde didn't seem to mind, in fact she seemed to be encouraging the teen opening her legs wider, so Casey's hands could slip over the inner thigh. Her eyes went upwards to top of the leg, where the pubis was barely covered by a thin strand of material. The teen resisted licking her lips hungrily, even as she imagined the treasure beneath. Terri's legs stretched further open, not quiet inviting the teen to bury her face down below, but it was hard to imagine she didn't realise how close she was to exposing herself, "If you could do higher up, I find I burn quiet easily."
"Your butt?" Casey said in either shock or awe.
