The boys are disappointingly professional in oiling her body

Rachel had scarcely opened her mouth to say that she could oil herself but the guys started talking loudly about sports, creating such a cacophony of noise that her words were completely lost.

A squeak escaped her when her hands were held, but contrary to her fears the hands simply put oil on her fingers and hands, industriously coating her body with sunscreen. Another pair of hands were on each leg, starting at her feet.

When no fingers strayed to forbidden territory the professional job they were doing started to sooth her, aided by the strong fingers that massaged her muscles as they worked. When her arms were done she started to tense up again, but the hands simply moved to her shoulders and neck before moving to her back.

It became like a massage. Her legs and back were being kneaded, long-held tensions worked out until a sigh slipped out. A hand slipped above the knee, working on her lower thigh. Rachel wondered when the groping would begin, but the hands went higher and higher without incident.

She squirmed a little, and when the hands reached all the way up the front of her leg to her bikini-line she was almost disappointed to have been unmolested. One set of hands went above the bikini bottoms to oil her side, studiously avoiding the side of her breasts, and then across her body above them as well. Finally they did her stomach.

the hands at her back were similarly well-behaved, while the remaining set of hands simply oiled up the back and outside of her legs.

Finally the hands moved to her ass, inner thighs and breasts. She held her breath and quivered a little while the man in front locked eyes with her and winked, then lightly brushed his hands quickly across and around her breasts, coating her without really touching her. At least not the way she thought.

It was disappointing, really, that all three hands reached molestable areas of her body and simply finished up quickly. Didn't they have any consideration? Rachel blinked at that thought, confused by it and the sudden cessation of rubbing hands.

"Let's get the bikini shoot done first," the directory said, and motioned her towards an area the cameras were focussed on.