What do you think?!

Like any red-blooded male, James is an opportunist, and in this instance doesn't need asking twice.

Flis can feel him moving behind her as he swings one leg over her waist so that he now straddles her bum, and places his hands back on her sides.

As he gradually moves his hands up and down her sides, ostensibly rubbing in more sun cream, Flis lets out an involuntary moan as his fingertips graze the sides of her boobs.

"Of course, it would be much easier to be compromised if you weren't laying flat on your stomach!" she hears James quip as he does this, and she knows he is half-joking, half-hoping she'll sit up and let him see her breasts more.

"Not quite yet Flis" whispers the devil in her ear "but maybe now that you've got him good and horny, he should move to your legs, before he gets too ambitious with those hands of his!"