Alicia murmured ascent, and you slowly and seductively — although I very much doubt that was your intent — pulled at the bow, letting the two straps drop to the side.
Another squirt, another hiss, and you continued down her back, two flat hands exploring both sides of her midriff, fingers wandering to the bulge of her breasts. Breasts that splayed across the towel, wider than her midriff. I imagined Alicia lying on top of me, my cock hard against her belly, those breasts settled across my chest.
Your cheeks were humming now, as you glanced at me, and I would have loved to have slipped a couple of fingers down your bikini bottoms to see if you were wet. I was hard again in my shorts and quickly glanced at Alicia, prepared to either turn over or go for a swim. But her eyes were closed and I think that she may have dropped off.
On to her lower back now you carefully coated the edge of her bikini bottoms so as not to get too much lotion on the white fabric, lifting the material off of Alicia’s skin and sliding your fingers just under the edge.
“Do you want me to do the back of your legs?” you said. “Or do –”
A murmur, “si, porfavor,” — a cool, soothing, dozing murmur, and you applied a little more lotion to the back of a curvy thigh.
I shifted my position to lay on my side, my craning neck aching. You glanced over. At first you frowned at the distinct bulge, but that quickly morphed into a roll of the eyes, as if to say; I guess that I can’t blame you.
Surprised at your blasé attitude to my erection I wondered how much you missed easing my shorts down earlier on, and how much you would have liked to have carried on with our game. And how much you regretted Alicia turning up unannounced, as she did. But now, knowing me as you did, you would know just how erotic a situation this was for me. In fact, so much so that part of me hoped that Alicia would want you to do her front as well. Not that it would happen.
But then, possibly because I was very aroused, although looking back now I still don’t know what came over me; was it this place, so quiet and secluded; was it you rubbing lotion onto the skin of another beautiful woman; was it me, finding the whole situation just so incredibly sexy? Whatever it was I glanced at Alicia’s closed eyes and eased my shorts down, my iron rod flopping out of my shorts and bobbing in the sunshine. Your gaze shot down to Alicia and you sharply shook your head, frowning. I grinned and put it away. You slowly shook your head, still frowning, and returned to your sunscreening.
Using two hands you massaged the lotion into and around both thighs and then down over her calves and shapely, well-defined ankles. Finally you slapped her backside, gently, but curtly enough for it to be heard and for you to wince and blush some more. Alicia squeaked a little giggle.
“Done,” you said.
She sighed, a sigh that said thank you. Or maybe, I was enjoying that, can’t you carry on?
“Want me to do you?” I said.
“Please,” and you lay down on your towel, next to Alicia. I unclipped your bikini top and dribbled some lotion on to your back. You screamed and jumped. “Jesus!” Alicia, who had lay back down and closed her eyes, jumped as well and her eyes shot open, just in time to get an eyeful of your small, pert breasts, hanging loose like two luscious pears on a tree. “Blimey that’s cold.”
Alicia’s eyes widened, her gaze fixed, no doubt, on your fabulous nipples and her tongue ran along her lips. Then, glancing up at me, our eyes met. As she lay back down and closed her eyes she smiled.
I finished the sunscreen. By now I was getting hot again.
“Off for a swim,” I said, to barely a murmur, and skipping along the burning sand I waded out into the sea throwing myself into a wave and relishing its cool embrace. I allowed my mind to wander. And it wandered to my favourite; a life long wish, a bucket list item that I enjoyed fantasising, knowing full well that it was never going to happen. But, isn’t that what fantasies are for, if they were likely to happen then would they be as powerful? The forbidden, unattainable desires are the ones that pique our yearnings, not the everyday.
Having swum for a while and cooled myself down, my body at least, I padded up the beach, my imagination still playing the fantasy around in different permutations. You were both sitting up, chatting intently, Alicia gesturing with her arms in an excited but happy way. I wondered what you were talking about. As I moved closer you glanced in my direction and your mouth dropped open. You looked sideways at Alicia who was staring intently at me, a grin on her face, her eyes wide and avid.
“I’d stop and go back, if I were you,” you shouted down the beach.
Perplexed, having no idea what you were on about, I continued walking. It was only when you rolled your eyes and Alicia giggled that I twigged. I stopped, glanced down and placed my hands in front of my crotch.
I was flabbergasted. Not again. Alicia must think I’m either a dim-whit or a flashing pervert.
“Sorry,” I said, “didn’t realise.”
You slowly shook your head and rolled your eyes. You seemed to be doing a lot of that this morning. Alicia continued to stare, her expression thoughtful.
“Sorry about him,” you said to her as I slowly edged towards you, my ’embarrassment’ diminishing quickly, my shame ‘subsiding’.