"If you promise not to peek, you can unhook my bikini top," Joanne said, suddenly feeling nervous and excited, wondering where this might lead.
"Scout's honour." Joanne felt Mike's hands at her bikini, and then felt it fall loose around her. There was then a sharp cold feeling as the suncream dribbled onto her back.
"Hey, you warmed it up last time," she complained. But then relaxed as Mike's hands started to work the cream into her back again. "Mmm. You are really good at this." Joanne felt Mike's hands go lower, as low as they could without touching her buttocks, and then back up again. She tensed slightly, and ground her crotch against her towel, feeling pleasure in the slight pressure.
"Jo, I'll get a better angle at your back and shoulders if you don't mind me kneeling over you. It's a little awkward from the side. Can I?"
"That's fine, but keep going. This is lovely," Joanne replied. She felt his legs straddle hers gently, and then greater pressure on her back again. She was sure that the sun cream had been rubbed in by now, and Mike was giving her a massage just for her (and possibly his?) pleasure. This was far more physical attention than Peter had given her for several months, and was causing her frustration to rise. "Ooh, just there," she said as Mike hit a particularly tense part. And then "you can go a little lower if you want." She realised that she was starting to get wet. An ache was filling her body, and she wondered how much temptation she would need before cheating on Peter. |