Tentatively, Gary squirted a small pool of lotion into the palm of his hand, and looked down at the gorgeous, blonde cheerleader. Rubbing the thick, creamy sunblock in his hands to warm it, after just a few seconds, her reached down and spread over her back. She gasped quietly, and rapidly cooed her approval as he rubbed it across the small of her back, and the sides of her stomach, up to her bra line. The sides of her soft, round untanned breasts were clearly visible and within his easy reach. He imagined taking them in his hands and squeezing them gently.
“Do the rest of my back, and my legs too, ok? You have my permission, so you don’t have to be shy or anything. Just don’t try to feel me up.” Reaching deftly behind her back, Heather unhooked her skimpy red bikini top, and pulled the thin straps off of her shoulders. Working his fingers up her backbone, and across her shoulder blades and to the base of her neck he massaged the soft supple flesh, feeling his cock get harder and harder as her thought about what he’d seen before he’d come through the gate, and into Heather’s back yard. Bernie had always said that her neighbor was a cocktease, leading boys and a few college guys on, but never even letting them get further than a friendly hug. But now, maybe her defenses were down if her played his cards right.
Finishing her shoulders, Gary slid his hands to her sides, working his fingertips over her ribcage, and up to the sides of her breasts. Casually, as casually as he could make it seem anyway, he brushed his fingers over her sides, and up to her soft, round globes. As he did, heard her gasp, but she didn’t object. Leaning over slightly, he saw that her eyes were closed, and her mouth slightly open. And so he did he once more, and Heather stirred slightly, and commented that Gary had a light touch, and he could make a nice living as a masseuse.
Gary laughed, and made a lame joke about having to charge for their “session”. When Heather hooked the bikini back together, and asked Gary to apply the sun block to her legs. Provocatively, she spread open her legs. But only enough for him to coat her inner thighs and the rest of her legs. As he squeezed another portion of creamy white sun block into his hands, and began rubbing it over her toes and feet, and then up to her slim ankles, he noticed how the lycra bikini bottom had formed perfectly to the sublime curves of Heather’s magnificent ass. The red material molded to the crack of her bottom, and as Gary’s gaze trailed down from her butt, he saw the elastic fabric had also made plain the outlines of Heather’s mons. Heather was a victim of what was sometimes called camel toe. His cock was now at rigid attention, and he hoped she wouldn’t turn at that moment and see just how horny he was.
As he massaged his hands over her calves and up to her knees, she spread her legs a bit wider, and Gary began to suspect that she was well aware of what she was doing, but still he couldn’t be sure. “Kinda weird my parents being out of town while the neighbors are gone too,” Heather said as Gary worked his way past her knees, and up to her thighs. As she spread her legs just a small bit wider, Gary saw that the cheerleader was either horny or perspiring quite a bit, as the dark spot of dampness he thought he’d seen earlier, but wasn’t sure was now confirmed. A small dark line of wet red fabric was clearly visible. Gary could also see a few idle strands of wispy blonde pubic hair poking out from the bikini bottoms. As he finished applying the lotion, he ended a few inches above her knees, not wanting to risk doing something that might get him into trouble despite wanting to take her right there.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, and he strategically positioned his leg to hide his massive hard on from her view. “You need to finish my legs, ok?” Heather said. |