Suiting up and oiling up

As you sit there, watching the open door through which Rachel has just disappeared, your immediate response is to simply slip out of your briefs and follow after her completely naked. But even in the light of what happened between you yesterday, and the atmosphere in which you enjoyed your breakfast together, that still seems like it might be a little too outrageous. Instead, you have another idea, one that stays in your head as you head back up to your room. Your guess is that Rachel has never allowed anyone to see her in that ultra-skimpy bikini that she’s currently got on, and so your plan is to act in the interest of fairness by donning something that no one’s ever seen you wear.

To that end, you forego your usual baggy swim-shorts, of which you own several pairs, and instead rifle through the drawer in which they’re kept until you find what you’re looking for. It’s a pair of black speedos, bought by you a while back on a whim. Of course, once you got back home and tried them on, you realized that they’re way too tight for you to walk around in without drawing attention to your junk. Slipping them on and working with your hips and hands to get your stiff cock as comfortable as possible inside the tight-fitting speedos, you glance at the image of yourself in the mirror, noting that not only is your dick clearly outlined inside them, but even your balls are easy to make out.

Hopefully, the sight of you in them will drive Rachel wild. Also hopefully, you won’t have to wear them for longer than absolutely necessary, since things are threatening to become very uncomfortable if you try to keep your cock if you keep it encased in them for too long.

Picking up a towel and draping it over your left shoulder, you stop in the bathroom to brush your teeth and then head back down to join Rachel by the pool.

When you get there, you find her stretched out in one of the sun loungers, with her back towards the house. On the small table standing between the two loungers, you see a bottle of tanning oil.

“Wow, John,” Rachel gasps when you step up beside her, your package only a few inches away from her face. She’s still wearing the bikini, and doesn’t look to have oiled herself up yet.

She has however put on a pair of sunglasses, which she now slips down to the edge of her cute nose as she continues to admire the suggestive spectacle of your cock stuffed into those speedos of yours.

Rachel keeps on ogling your cock for a few seconds longer, and you’re happy to stand there and let her, but then she starts running her gaze over the rest of you as well, and makes no attempt to hide how much she likes what she sees. Honestly, you can’t remember ever having felt sexier than when Rachel is looking at you like this.

“Seriously John, I’m surprised it didn’t take you longer to get in those,” Rachel finally says, with an impish smile as she looks up at you whilst slipping her right index finger underneath the waistband of your trunks.
“It took some wiggling and a little elbow grease,” you admit.

“Mmm, I can imagine…” Rachel purrs as she takes her hand out of your speedos and instead reaches for the bottle of tanning oil and sits herself up in front of you.

“Mind if I oil you up? Don’t want you to get sunburned or anything…” Rachel says, removing the cork and pouring some oil into the palm of her right hand as she keeps on smiling at you with a naughty gleam in her eyes.

“Sure,” you grin at her while your cock twitches in your briefs.

“I should probably start with your back, seeing how you’re going to spend a lot of time leaning over me,” Rachel begins as she leans down and places the bottle on the patio, an act which means that her head is nearly brushing against your bulging schlong.

“But I won’t,” Rachel adds, as she places both her hands on your left thigh and starts to work the oil onto and into your skin. Lovingly, she works the oil further and down first your left, then your right thigh, breathing onto your cock as she massages your muscles, then work her way further down as you step back a little to give her more room.

Once she’s finished with your legs, Rachel pushes the shades a little further up her nose and picks up the bottle of tanning oil, motioning for you to come closer as she sits herself on her knees on the lounger.

For the next several minutes, Rachel applies a liberal amount of tanning oil onto your chest, your stomach and your arms, cooing with satisfaction as she runs her fingers over your muscles and kneads the oil into your skin until it’s glistening in the sunshine.

“Wow, John, you’re in pretty good shape,” Rachel eventually compliments you, sounding a little short of breath.

“Thanks,” you smile at her.

“Now, you have a choice to make,” Rachel continues, and from her smile it’s pretty obvious that she’s just thought up naughty, “I can either finish up your front…”

With that, Rachel places one hand against your cock, caressing it through your speedos.

“Or…. You can do me…” Rachel finishes off, her hand still in contact with your cock.