Morning Massage.

The next day Frank woke up at 7:45. He peered through his window to see if they had left to go to soccer yet, and was delighted to see them pulling away. Frank made sure to wait another 15 minutes, to make sure Dave didn’t return unexpectedly.

He quickly made himself presentable and raced next door. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply.

“Come in!” he heard Rachel in the distance.

Walking though the house, he could see no sign of her. But as he made it to the living room he thought his eyes might pop out of his head. Rachel was lying face down on a towel outside on the patio. His heart raced with excitement as he saw that she was only wearing a bikini, the top half of which was untied.

“Good morning.” Frank greeted her with a grin.

“Good morning, lovely day isn’t it?” she said propping herself up on her elbows to speak to him.

“Absolutely.” He replied, ogling her perfect hanging breasts.

“Could you do me a favor and give me a massage?” Rachel asked slyly, motioning her head towards a small bottle of massage oil.

“Of course.” he accepted, reaching for the bottle and kneeling beside her half naked form.

Frank rubbed some oil into his hand and began gently massaging his hot neighbors back. He took his time rubbing her all over, caressing her sides and massaging the oil into her broad shoulders.

“That’s great, you think you could go lower?” she moaned softly.

He didn’t even bother replying, instead rubbing her amazing ass on command. Rubbing her firm legs and jiggling behind, he found himself getting rock hard. Kneeling next to her chest he firmly worked her ass, sliding his fingers underneath her bikini and into her crack. As he was doing that he felt her hand close in on his enclosed cock.