Holiday With June - Saturday - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Saturday

... in the Bond film. All dripping water and tiny bikini. I was shocked as it was the smallest one I had ever seen. There was more string than material. She called out to me as she grabbed a towel and flicked off the worst of the water on her. This mostly, though, made her nipples erect, and I wondered if it was deliberate. I had not talked to Melanie (Tony's wife) at the airport; she seemed keen to chat now.

I stood there with my mouth agape, lotion listless in my hand, whilst Melanie finished wiping off most of the water from her body and grabbed the lotion out of my hand. She took a dollop and told me I needed to do her back and legs later, and she would do the same for me. The sudden memory of Zena hurriedly questioning me in a bar popped into my mind. During this thought exchange, Melanie told me that lotion to the parts under your costume was as essential as those above.

This involved a large dollop to her right breast and playing with her nipple well after it was fully erect. I took the bottle back and started on my arms and face, now sure this was some test for me. Unfortunately, I didn't know the rules or the expected outcome. I just knew I could not fail. So, I paid close attention to what Melanie did and followed that. We quickly covered the parts within reach, the bits not included in the quid quo pro.

Melanie decided I would go first, which was a relief given the precarious state of my speedos. When I tried them on, a full-scale boner was not part of my ...

... expectations but perhaps my hopes. I lay on the nicely padded sunbed, very comfortable, looking away from Melanie's standing, hoping for some relief. Melanie's response was to grab the stool and follow my head around. She sat right in my vision, too close for comfort and spread her legs wide.

She then fiddled around with her bikini before starting a dollop of lotion on my left shoulder. Moving from left to right and then down, she covered my back. Each dollop needed a slight forward movement of the stool, and by the time she was down to my trunks, her right knee was pressed into my side, the left by my head, and her bikini trunks a few inches from my face. Leaning forward with a healthy dollop, she reiterated the need to cover under the costume.

Leaning forward to halve the distance from my face, She lifted the waistband of the trunks with one hand and slid the other inside. For the next five minutes, she caressed my ass, rummaged in the crack (thankfully pristinely clean) and even grazed my ring piece with her nails. She tried reaching for my ball but was blocked by my legs being tight together. With a big smile on her face, she told me to get up and then focussed entirely on my hard-on, which I was trying hard to hide.

In a few seconds, she took my place on the sunbed and did that trick women do with the strings. This left her back lying upwards, totally naked apart from an inch-wide strip covering her ass-crack. I started in the top left corner, sitting on the stool ...