Brooke gets rubbed the right way

After half a day of working in the hot sun, it felt so good for Brooke to just lay down on a towel and let someone work on her for a change. She'd had people put sunscreen on her before but few of them ever came close to doing it the way Montana did. Indeed, the last one who came close was an ex-massage therapist Brooke used to work with and yet even her process seemed meh compared to Montana's -- perhaps because for once, Brooke was getting sunscreen placed on places that did not normally see the sun.

The heck with tan lines, Brooke thought as she closed her eyes. If I could receive something like this every day, I'd die happy.

Indeed, the way Montana was putting sunscreen on Brooke's naked body, it seemed more like a back rub or a deep massage than just a simple touch of her skin.

And though Brooke was still a bit embarrassed to be lying outside with no clothes on, she found herself for once feeling a little glad that she had no clothes to get in the way of Montana's nimble fingers. Even when Montana's digits ventured into the lower part of her bikini area.

"Turn over," said Montana halfway through the process.

By then, Brooke was so into it that she did not even mind the fact that Montana did not say, "Please."

Instead Brooke turned over on her back and spread her legs a bit to allow Montana access to body parts that Brooke did not normally make available to anyone. She felt like dozing off while Montana had her way with her -- yet she dared not do so lest she miss something.

Then she heard Montana whisper, "Not now. Come back later."

And Brooke wondered why Montana was saying that to her.

Then Brooke realized that Montana was not saying that to her. She was saying it to something else. But who?

Brooke opened her eyes in time to see a dark, familiar figure run away from the dock and into the woods. But such a figure couldn't be who Brooke thought it was. And if so, why was Montana talking to him?

"What the --" Brooke started to say, but then Montana looked down and noticed the direction of Brooke's eyes and then suddenly Montana's lips were locked down upon Brooke's.

And as if that were not distracting enough, Montana began rubbing Brooke's nipples until they were hard and stiff. Then Montana reached down below Brooke's belly-button and started rubbing something else.