Oh my god. He was flirting back.
“Well if that’s the case I might have to find something better than a bikini.”
Did that come out of my mouth? Who said that?
“One can only dream,” he said.
I laughed. I asked if he wanted to come in for a beer. He said sure.
I went to the fridge. I was wearing a bikini that barely covered my ass. Last time I was wearing jeans. Last time Kate was wearing a short skirt. A bit of her ass showed.
I bent over straight legged my legs slightly parted. I felt the suit slide up. I felt it stretched across my pussy. I stayed a bit longer than I should. I then brought him the beer.
I invited him to join me on the deck. He accepted. I thought to adjust the back of my suit where it slid up but decided not to. I lay down on my stomach on the lounge. I had my sunglasses back on.
He sat on the lounge next to me and pulled his shirt off. He had a nice chest. Broad, strong, not too hairy. He didn’t have a 6 pack but he looked good.
I was feeling bold. “Before you lay down,” I said, “Would you do my back?” I held up the lotion.
Even as I said it I thought, what a cliche, but it worked.
He agreed and took the lotion. I undid both the strings of my top to give him better access. He started at my neck and slowly worked his way down. My nerves were on edge. I could feel his fingers on the sides of my breasts. Just at the line of decency and too much. I wanted to move, to give him access, but I didn’t. I knew I couldn’t, shouldn’t.
His hands worked their way down my back. As he neared the bottom of my bikini. He brushed it with his fingers. I prayed he’d slide his fingers under it. He didn’t. Instead he started at my feet. He slowly worked up my calf to my knee. He then did the same on the other side. Then he moved up my thigh. I parted my legs to make it easier. If I weren’t wearing a bathing suit that had extra material at the crotch, I’m sure I’d have had a wet spot.
He continued up my thigh. My bathing suit was still pulled up from when I bent over. A lot of ass was showing. He continued right up to the bathing suit his hands on my ass like it was no big deal. His fingers brushed the crotch of my bathing suit. I wanted to pull the strings on both sides and just let it fall off me.
Instead I just lay there holding my breath.
“There,” he said. “All set.”
He then lay down on his lounge.
Me? I didn’t want to move. I was reliving every touch. I could feel my whole body tingling.
I lost track of time. I fell asleep. Kevin lightly shook me awake. I popped up, startled, forgetting I had untied my top. I grabbed it and quickly held it over my tits. I knew it was too late. He’d gotten a good look. The thought made me tingly and horny.
“We’ve been out here for a while,” he said. “You fell asleep. I was afraid you’d burn,”
“Burn?” The only part of me burning was my pussy.
I thanked him, tied my top on, and sat up.
We got up and went inside. As we walked in Kate walked in the front door.
Completely unabashed the first thing she said was, “Wow, I have not seen you in that bikini in 10 years.”