The sunbather

The sunbather John had been admiring didn't see him at first when he returned. She was too busy rummaging in her purse, so he was almost next to her when she looked up.

"Oh! Hey!", she said with a smile as she saw him.

John had willed the ring to transform his appearance to whatever she would most likely find appealing, so he knew he would be off to a good start.

"Hi, lost something"?

"No. I, uh," she looked him up and down and bit her lip. "I was just looking for my suntan lotion. I've got it now.

"Would you like me to put it on for you?"

"Uhuh!" she nodded vigorously and rolled over.

John squirted some of the messy brown cream on his hands and took hold of her calfs and started slowly smearing it in, then worked slowly upwards, feeling her shiver under his touch. massaging it deep into her thighs, and then, her buttocks, making sure to cover every millimeter of skin. He could hear her moan quietly to herself as he worked.

Then, he got up and did her shoulders, sensually working his way down her back, causing it to arch until he once more got to her bikini bottoms. This time he didn't stop and pulling them aside, slid a hand between her legs and pushed cream covered fingers deep inside her to satisfied moans and a quiet "yes"!

John continued to fingerbang her discretely for a while but figured he wanted to continue his walk rather than fuck her here and now. He could fuck her later with a little more privacy, so when she climaxed on his hand, for the second time, he leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "10 o'clock tonight, 47 Hawthorn Street. Wear something slutty", then got up and headed towards the other side of the park.