Let the observant people see the rug and drapes don't match

"It'd serve her right if everyone saw the rug didn't match the curtains. What bimbo doesn't shave herself if she's going to put her body on display?"

Grinning you give the top a little extra tug, leaving an inch of the black landing strip poking out of the crotch. Your light pink areola are slightly visible at the edge of the slender top and you impulsively pick up the oil again, squirting generous amounts between your nipples and the top.

Noticing just a little sunscreen left you decide to empty the rest with big squirts down the front and back of the unikini bottom.

"Gorgeous!" you proclaim with a giggle. You look like an oil wrestling refugee, your body nearly dripping with oil.

"Okay, Sue, time to go tease the boys. And yourself," you mutter, pulling yourself to your feet. You give your crotch one last swipe to make it mad with lust before you make your way to the driveway.