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A Gift From Mom

... tucked it away for her. "I understand. Just relax. Everything's okay. You know?" She turned and led them again forward. He walked along with her. 'She's torn. That's what it is. Perfect.' He hated her being conflicted, but was ecstatic that this meant he still had a chance. They trudged onto the sand outside and they found a spot under an umbrella. The breeze was hot but passed often. It was sunny, and he put their belongings next to the chairs. She sat on her lounge chair without taking off her thin, yellow wrap. She didn't sit back and relax, and she didn't act like she was heading to the beach. He tossed their towels on his own chair and then faced the ocean. He walked towards the surf and left her alone to settle down. The water was gorgeous, and the waves crashed into white spray that was perfect. He waded in and liked that the water wasn't that cold at all. It felt great. He ventured out to about waist level. He slowly turned hoping he'd see her following out. Instead, she was standing back at their chairs. She self-consciously slipped off her wrap, and he could see her white bikini. He fought the impulse to run back. He kept his gaze there and sunk to his neck in the refreshing surf. The water churned around him, leaving him rejuvenated. Between the driving the day before and the morning's workout, whatever soreness he had was washing right away. He could only stand a couple of minutes before he was making his way back. He splashed out of the water and plodded ...

... towards her. The warm air was drying him quickly, but his trunks stayed wrapped on him like a second skin. Drawing closer to her, his mouth fell open. She had laid onto her stomach on the chair and her arms and legs draped lazily apart. The white strips for her top and bottom surprised him. He had never seen her wear something so revealing on a vacation. It hit him that she must have planned ahead to bring this suit. He plopped onto his chair and she didn't face or acknowledge him. They were under the cover of the umbrella, but he grabbed the sunscreen anyway. He considered her sprawled in her chair, and then he stood. He set one foot close to the side of her chair and then he brought his other foot over the chair. When both feet were planted, he squirted lotion into his hands. He rubbed his hands and then bent. He lightly touched his palms to her back at first, and it was a good thing. She jumped a bit in her chair. She exhaled and relaxed, and he started the slow spreading of the screen. Several times his hands wiped over her back. He was careful to catch her sides. His hands stayed over the waist of the bottom of her suit, but his eyes bore into the tight round butt that was right under him. He efficiently lined her legs as well. They were as sleek as they could have possibly been, and they responded pliably with each move to them he made. He covered every bit of uncovered surface of her back. "Let's do your front." Her reaction was instant. Her head lifted from her chair and ...