"Are you sure?" Mike asked. "What about Peter?"
"What are you implying?" Joanne retorted innocently, "All I want you to do is make sure I don't burn anywhere. And I'm sure you have seen a grown woman naked." She raised an eyebrow. Mike didn't hesitate, but grabbed at her bikini bottoms and slipped them off, revealing a red downy patch of pubic hair. "There, that's far more comfortable," Joanne said. "Keep on with the suncream".
Mike poured suncream into his hand again, and started working it into Joanne's lower right leg. "You can go higher than that," she scolded, staring at his crotch, knowing he was as horny as she was and mentally sizing him up. She liked what she saw. Mike's hands went above her knee, slowly, and then to the top of her thighs. Joanne was practically dripping. She felt his hand brush against her cunt and she gasped. Mike mistook this for disapproval.
"God Jo, I'm sorry. But you are beautiful, and I'm going crazy here."
"Going crazy is fine by me. Now don't you feel a little overdressed?" |