Get the full massage.

You lay on your stomach, and then you reach back to grab the strings of your bikini. You feel his eyes of anticipation on you from behind, and you don't leave him in suspense for long. You untie it, and lay your hand down on your arms, wondering how much he's ogling your side-cleavage, and your bare, smooth back.

The sound of a squeeze bottle is heard. After a moment, you feel the cold cream be pressed against your sides, causing you to flinch.

"Sorry," he chuckles.

"I don't mind," you reply. "Go ahead."

You feel his strong hands trail up and down your back. He rubs over your shoulders, your arms, and then your feet and legs. You feel his fingers work into your thighs, especially between your legs and around your behind. It seems like he can't resist. All the while, you let out soft, joyful moans, and hum out phrases such as, "Right there..." and "Oh yeah..." while he works.

As you lay your head sideways, you peer at his body leaning over yours, and get a good shot of his bending abs and a strong arm propping him up. Though, as it continues, you notice something else as well. You smile as you see the front of his shorts start to pitch a tent. He really can't resist. After awhile, you start to realize he may not only be drawing it out to enjoy it, but to hide the fact that he's become as hard as a rock in a pair of shorts that won't hide it at all. You'll see it for sure, as soon as you look up--not that you can't see it now.

"Now my front."

He clears his throat. "You sure? I mean, you can reach that."

Without answering, you tie up your bikini top again, and turn to lay on your back. You watch as his eyes shift up your body, from your legs, to your naval, to your burst, and eventually to your striking brown eyes. You look at him, and watch as he desperately tries to hide his own erection behind his arm in an awkward stance.

Chris nods and squeezes more sunscreen onto his hand, rubs the two together, and slides them up your midriff. You glance down now that he's unable to hide it, and his boner is pointing straight towards you. That can't be comfortable. It's so stiff that it looks as if it's trying to escape. If only this were a nude beach.

He rubs the cream into your legs, your stomach, and around your chest. Your bosom jiggles with his movements around them, and his hands feel warm and soft, which is good for you, because it takes him quite awhile to stop.

"Sorry. Just want to make sure your skin is protected is all," he lies.

"Oh of course." You wink at him, and he swallows nervously.