Isabella, my perfect brunette with an accent.

"Sure thing babe." Isabella throws her legs to the side of her chair, sitting up and grabbing the bottle of lotion out of my hands.

I rolled over in my lounger on my stomach, allowing full access to my backside for Isabella.

I heard her sploosh out a little bit of lotion on her hands, rubbing them around to warm it up a bit before I feel both her small hands wrap around my calves. She masterfully worked her way up my calves, up the back of my legs all the way to the edge of my ruffled bottoms.

"Mmm..." I let out a soft moan as her hands felt magically.

She proceeded to coat up both my legs and my lower back. I felt her fingers actually work up past my ruffled bottoms a little bit, her fingertips rubbing masterful small circles to apply the lotion. Eventually, she moved onto my upper back as well as my shoulders. Her fingers slowly rubbing around my upper neck, applying light pressure in such a sensitive area.

"Oh my goodness, Isabella. Your hands are amazing." I once more let out a little groan as her fingers worked their magic on the backside of my body.

Isabella just laughs "Well, I lotion them up everyday. Ya know..." she gives my ass a little slap "Gotta make sure my skin is flawless, you never know when I'll get called in for a job."

I rolled in my chair, looking up at my friend, just smiling at her.

"So..." Isabella tilts her head to the side, giving me a playful look "Need me to do the front as well?" she holds the bottle up as she bites her lower lip.

I mean, I can easily do the front of my body, it was the back that I couldn't reach. But something about Isabella's hands made me want her to do it. They were so precise, so soft, so magical. I mean, it is MY Bachelorette party, I shouldn't be doing any work! Right?