Not at all, TIME TO FLIP OVER!

"....TIME TO FLIP OVER!"

"Wha-"

Before you can react, she flips you onto your back. You're stunned by the sudden show of strength she's displayed and just lie there with your hands to your side. This of course gives her and the rest of the beach a view of your twitching member, standing proud at a full 3 inches.

A few giggles from the spectators as you try to bring hands back down to cover it. But Zoe isn't having it. "Sam, you need to move your hands. You don't want to burn that pale little weenie, do you? That's going to be super painful if that turns into a little spicy red sausage."

You angrily whisper to her, "It's not that small. Stop calling it small."

"Are you kidding me? It's so teenie, tiny and adorbs! It looks like a cute wittle wormy."

"ZOE!" you bark through clenched teeth as the beach sees your wormy twitch as she says this stuff to you.

"What? Denying it isn't going to make it grow. Besides, I think it's as cute as the rest of you."

You tried not to let her comments and the snickers of the various women ogling you both, get to you. That's when you felt her hands rub sunscreen all over your front. She is slow and methodical in her rubbing of your toned chest, almost like she is taking any excuse she can to feel you up.

You feel her pinch a nipple as you try not to move your hands, lest she takes the clothes that you're so sure she has. She rubs your legs, your arms, even your feet. Not an inch has been spared from her sunscreen massage.

....except for a certain 3 inches.

She squirts a bit of sunscreen onto your dick as you realize where this is about to go.

"Zoe...please...no."

"What do you mean? I can't let that precious wittle guy burn. Tell you what if you don't want me to rub him, then I'll let you rub him..."

"Zoe, I'm not going to jack myself off here."

"You're not jacking off, you'll be thoroughly getting every inch of that peenie all nice and protected from the sun. Now do you want to do it or shall I?" she asked.