Not Quite

I looked up at the elevator's led screen. It read: 103, the top floor. A ding sound rang once and the doors opened, letting in exuberant amounts of natural light. Blinding light as the sun beated down on me as the middle of summer in New York fully came to fruition hundreds of feet up in the sky.

I placed a hand over my face and surveyed my surroundings. There was a gigantic pool that took up most of the roof, a tiki bar, some lounge chairs and umbrellas only occupied by one person, and... wait. Occupied?

"Shit," I breathed under my breath. I turned to leave, but the sound of the elevator arriving seemed to give myself away to the one person up on the roof.

"Hello? Is someone there?" A beautiful brunette in a yellow bikini sat up in her chair. She lowered the massive black shades under her eyes and stared longingly in the direction of the elevator. "Can you spare me a minute and help me with this?" In her hand was a blue bottle of sunscreen.

No, no, no. I can't do that! That's the most skin contact activity I can do with another woman that's on the cusp of okay. She would flip over and wrap me around her after the first wax on of sunscreen.

I turned to leave, heading back to the elevator, when a buzzing noise filled my ears. Then a small figure floated in front of my face. At first I thought it was a bee, but on closer inspection I realized it was a small person with wings. A small person with tings clad in a yellow bikini. It was the Wasp, or otherwise know as Janet Van Dyne.

"You know," the Wasp lectured, "it's rude to leave a beautiful woman hanging after she asks you for a favor."

I gulped and stood transfixed. I didn't know how to get out of this one. Compared to this the Black Widow was a cakewalk. How do I get out of applying sunscreen when the only exit off this roof was being blocked. After I put some more thought into it, I gave up.

My shoulders slumped in defeat and I turned back towards the lounge chairs. As I made my way there I responded to her earlier statement, "Sure, sure."

The Wasp buzzed past me in glee, twirling in the air as she made her way back to the lounge chairs. She blew herself back to full size as she reached the chair and plopped herself back into position. Her stomach facing up as she held the bottle of sunscreen out towards me as I approached.

"Here ya go. Don't skimp." She winked.

I needed to get out of this situation as soon as possible. I quickly cracked the lid of the bottle open and squeezed the contents onto my hand. I rubbed it together and, placing a leg of either side of the lounge chair, I hovered above the Wasp. It was bright out and the umbrella was in a position to shade her over me, so I couldn't see very well. I didn't care as I was trying to get out of this quickly and jumped right in.

My hands stared low, getting the center of her back and slowly traced up to her shoulders. But before I could reach them I felt two massive round mounds of flesh. Instead of going around these two obstacles I stayed on them, enjoying the activity a little. I would've continued on for longer if the Wasp hadn't started to moan.

"Um... It's not that it doesn't feel good. In fact, it's really good, but..." Wasp said in between groans.

I squinted down at my hands and felt more fabric of her bikini then should be on the backside and noticed it wasn't her backside. Instead, in all my hurry I didn't wait for the Wasp to turn on her back. And in doing so, I was aggressively rubbing in sunscreen on her breasts. I looked up at the Wasp's face and saw her eyes closed tightly and her mouth in a "o" shape as she cried out in lust.

"Harder. Harder. Pinch them, please!" she yelled out in ecstasy.

I continued on against my better judgement and completely droned out the sound of the elevator arriving at the top with a new arrival.