Joanne decided to test the situation, though she wasn't sure whether she was testing herself or Mike. "Hold on Mike," she said, and Mike stopped, still kneeling between her legs. "I just need to get a little more comfortable," she lied and then turned round to face him, her voluptuous breasts hanging free. The look of surprise on Mike's face was a picture, Joanne thought. "You said you wouldn't peek," she scolded.
"Sorry, Jo. But you didn't give me any warning." Mike was blushing.
"Well now we're here, you might as well do my front as well," Joanne said, caressing her own nipples.
Mike didn't need asking twice. He poured some suncream onto his hands and gently ran his hands down the top of Joanne's breasts, rubbing, massaging, and paying particular attention to her nipples. Joanne lay down, allowing Mike to rub the cream onto her flat stomach. She looked towards him, and saw an increasing bulge in his swimming trunks.
"You know, Mike," she said, "this garden is pretty secluded. Could you take my bikini bottoms off as well?" |