Listen, Iâm not proud of it, but I did it. I couldnât resist. I told your parents Iâd be happy to look after you at the beach while they were out of town. I thought it would be harmless. I thought I was being a good friend to them. I just had no idea when I picked you up that you⊠well⊠how do I say this⊠I just donât remember you looking that good. And once we got there, and you slipped your shorts and your top off, I did my best to look away, I promise, but I ended up just gawking at you. I know how much you love the sun. I know how much you love the ocean. I know how much you enjoy laying out on the beach and soaking it all in especially after a long winter⊠but I just wasnât prepared for how good you look. Your slender body just stretched out in front of me. Those little droplets of sweat that started to bead up on your fresh skin. You little bikini bottoms⊠so small. So.. tempting. I canât help trying to look. And why do I get the feeling that you donât mind? Why do I get the feeling that youâre just teasing me a bit? I keep looking down between your legs, just hungry to take you all in.
âDo you mind?â You say
âUm⊠Iâm sorryâ I respond as I look up, turning red, embarrassed that you caught me looking.
âDo you mind putting lotion on me?â - now I see you have a tube of lotion in your hand pointed in my direction⊠with a big grin on your face.
âSure, happy to helpâ I try to sound indifferent, but I think we both know I relish the idea of putting lotion on your body.
I squeeze some out onto my hands as you roll onto your front and gently start applying lotion to your back. Fuck. You feel so good beneath my hands. Your body feels so damn good. You pull your straps down off over your shoulders âI just donât want any spots missing. I continue to rub. Your shoulders, your back, down your ribs from behind, the small of your back. You just feel so damn good. Shoot. Iâm hard. Iâm hard as fuck. I wasnât even thinking about it but Iâm definitely hard and I shouldnât be. Iâm a grown man. Iâm just applying lotion. What the hell is wrong with me?
âSo you mind getting my legs too?â You say gently.
âNo problemâ I respond. Clearly too casually.
I run your legs feeling your tight muscles. I canât help it, it turns into a massage more than applying lotion. I just canât help myself, wanting to feel you deeply.
âThat feels niceâ you say. But I really donât need to be encouraged. Please donât encourage me. I finish up the lotion and put the top on.
âOh?â You respond. I was just beginning to enjoy it?
You turn over forgetting you had slipped your straps off. As clear as possible, just inches from my face your breast is bare. Your perfect nipples are perky. Your body is perfect. Iâm staring at them, in aww.
âOopsâ you say. âI didnât mean to do that.â But youâre looking at me straight in my eyes, grinning. Smiling. Youâre seducing me. You have a spell on me. I know Iâm in trouble with you.