Maybe later

I turned around and placed my palms flat on Tom's chest, "Maybe later honey. Right now I really want to go to the beach." Tom sighed.

"Fine, you owe me one!" he said sarcastically.

I threw on a summer dress over my bikini and Tom was always kind enough to always grab my bag whenever we left anywhere together. On the way to the beach, I notice plenty of men, strapping men with strong upper bodies staring at me. Though none of them were brave enough or rude enough to say a word to me; after all I was hanging on my dear Tom's arm. Even though he wasn't nearly as muscular as these men, my sweet Tom had all my love.

We finally got to the beach, found a spot to place out towels and beach umbrella. Tom was in high spirits as he hadn't had the chance to go to the beach in some time as he was swamped with work the past few months.

"You all set babe? I'm gonna head into the water." Tom exclaimed.
"You go ahead honey, I'm gonna work on my tan." I replied.
"Ok, love ya!" Tom skipped toward the waters and dove in without any regret.

I watched him swim into the distance. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out some suntan lotion and applied it the best I could to my arms, legs, and any other exposed parts of my skin that I could reach.

I laid face first on the towel, then I untied my top and my side-tie bikini, making sure I develop the least amount of tan lines as possible. As I lay there for no more than five minutes, I hear voice, close, with a deep strong accent.

"Hello Miss. You want the help for lotion on back?"
I looked up, seeing a very handsome man, with a strong muscular frame from head to toe and a dark olive tan. His eyes were a bright green. I didn't notice at first, but he was wearing a rather tight speedo.