She had to pull off her gloves to open the bottle of sunscreen.  She didn’t recognize the brand but didn’t care at this point.  Her skin was begging for some covering.  The burning from the sun was one thing.  But the lotion would do nothing to stop Eric’s eyes from burning into her.

The scene was practically pornographic.  A hot young woman applying sunscreen to her naked body while the man looks on.  Rachel was determined to make it as un-sexy as possible.  She looked at her body trying to pick the least erotic place to start.  She settled on her arms and shoulders and would carefully advance from there.  The first squirt blew all her plans away.  The ‘lotion’ was cold when it landed on her shoulder and immediately ran down her back to her bottom.

The cold surprise made her jump, causing her breasts to jiggle.  The attempt at being un-sexy sure didn’t last long. She looked at the bottle again.

Tropical Transformation brand…tanning oil? 

She couldn’t believe it.

SPF 3?!  I didn’t even know it went that low.

She looked back at Eric but only got a silent grin behind the cold lens of his camera phone.  He had her cornered again.  If she was going to avoid a nasty burn, this oil was the only protection she had. And she had to use a lot of it.  Procrastinating only made it worse.  So she restarted applying.

The oil flowed freely from the bottle.  It started cold, but warmed quickly as it came in contact with her skin.  It actually felt pretty good as she rubbed it in.  Her arms and shoulders welcomed the moisture.  Next was her chest.  She placed another squirt high on her chest and started rubbing.  She added oil as she worked down her front.  She tried to pretend Eric wasn’t there and just focus on getting covered.  She reached her extended nipples and forged ahead with only slight hesitation.  Her nipples responded and she had to suppress a whimper.  There was a lot of real estate on her breasts so it took a lot of time to completely cover them.  When she was done, she moved down her flat stomach to her waist.

Then she took a different approach by moving to her feet and working up her legs. It felt really good to massage out the muscles in her legs after the tryout.  But as she approached the tops of her thighs, she paused.  She desperately wanted to stop; nervous of what would happen if she started messing around down there.  After the near miss under the tree, she felt like she would not be able to control her body.  But the one place she was trying to avoid was also the place that needed protection most.  If she started applying between her legs, it would only end once she had reached release.

She looked over at Eric again, a pleading expression on her face.  His mocking grin had been replaced by a look of fascination.  He had pulled a towel out of his bag and laid it on his lap – obviously to cover his erection.  His face wasn’t teasing her anymore, only staring.  In eager anticipation of what was about to happen.  She looked back down at her body.

Would a sunburned pussy really be that bad?

It would.  She had to continue.  Resigned to finish the job, she looked away from Eric and spread her feet apart with her knees in the air.  Then she poured some oil on her hand and slid it between her legs.  She bit her lip to keep from moaning at the first touch.  The feelings that had been suppressed under the tree came surging back.  The lubricated oil allowed her hand to easily slide up and down the length of her slit.  She gave one last thought about trying to fight her body’s natural responses.  She could fight it…but did she really want to?  Her eyes met Eric’s one last time.  He watched as her face transformed from a look of uncertainty to one of pure unrestrained lust.

She pulled her hand out long enough to add more oil and this time both hands slid down together.  She lay back on the lounger and flexed all the muscles in her body.  Even her toes were curling.  She pulled her arms together causing her breasts to bulge up obscenely.  One hand slid up her oily body to her breasts and kept sliding back and forth between her nipples, sending a shockwave each time it reached its mark.

Rachel was officially too far gone.  This time she wasn’t worried that she was outside in full public view.  She wasn’t worried that Eric was sitting just a few chairs away from her.  Something within her wanted to share this moment with him, wanted the moment to last, wanted Eric to see her experience sheer ecstasy.  But the thing that mattered most was sweet relief; and that was building fast.

Just then a car door slammed and Eric and Rachel both said “shit” at the same time.  She snapped out of her bliss thinking Eric’s parents were about to come around the corner and see her masturbating in the backyard for their son.

Eric was mad that the pizza had arrived right as Rachel’s erotic show was reaching its climax.

Rachel shoved her hands back into her gloves and turned over on her stomach, pretending to be asleep.  The buzz of impending orgasm still gripped her body.  But the fear of being caught had squeezed back in and was keeping her from falling over the edge.

Eric texted the pizza guy to quietly come around back.  When the pizza guy arrived and saw Rachel, he almost broke his silence and he almost dropped the pizza.

He quietly slipped around to Eric and whispered, “whoa, dude.  When you sent me that picture I was sure it was photoshopped.  But she is actually sunbathing nude in your backyard!”

Tommy worked after school as a pizza delivery guy.  He had some pretty good stories of his deliveries.  Sometimes a bored housewife would meet him at the door wearing just a towel or lingerie.  His best story was of delivering to a party.  They asked him to bring the pizza through the house to the back deck where a group of older, slightly overweight women were naked in a hot tub.  But they got younger and more fit with every retelling of the story.

All of his stories combined didn’t come close to the sight before him.  The same hot girl he had met that morning wearing a tight blouse and skirt was now a glistening, nude sunbather.

Even though she was lying on her stomach, he could clearly tell she wasn’t wearing anything besides a swim cap and some bright orange gloves.  Her whole body from tip to toe was right there leaving nothing to the imagination.  It took him three passes up and down her body before he noticed the little circlet sticking up on her lower back just above the curves of her firm, teenage ass.

“What’s with the gloves and shit?” he asked Eric, as he gave his friend a fist bump.

“She said it’s her new swim team uniform.”  Eric was still recovering from the last few minutes.  “At first I thought it was a joke.  But she was pretty serious about it.  She must really be dedicated to wear something like that.”

“Damn”, Tommy replied, “If that’s what they’re wearing these days; I’ve got to start watching more swim competitions.”

Eric nodded then absently muttered “Wait ’til you see the video I just took.”

Tommy looked over at his friend and shook his head.  “You lucky dog.  I still can’t believe you have that hot piece of ass staying at your house.  I would be all over that.  Some guys have all the luck.”

Eric looked over at the girl.  Even though her body was maturing quickly, he still saw the childhood friend in lots of her mannerisms.  He got a kick out of teasing her because it was so easy.  She was acting so brave.  When she was standing at the door, he knew how hard it was for her to turn around and show herself to him.

Her naïve innocence shone through when she was applying the tanning oil.  She was a trusting person, almost too trusting.  Her personality allowed her to be manipulated into doing things other people wouldn’t dare.  How else could he explain her showing up on his doorstep wearing nothing but a belt, cap and gloves?

But he knew her limits, and he didn’t want others taking advantage of her.

“You better get going before she wakes up.”

“Hell, no.  I want to see more of this” Tommy’s voice was getting louder as he started to sit down.

Eric was worried that, in her current fragile state, seeing Tommy there would be too much for Rachel.  He didn’t want her to know he had invited Tommy over because then she would blame him.  “Shhh.  Consider this your tip.  Don’t make me call your manager.”

“OK, fine” Tommy wasn’t happy he had to leave, but he did have to get back to work.  So he gave Eric another fist bump and walked back around the house, staring at the girl in the lounger the whole way…TO BE CONTINUED