Sunscreen and Lying About

"How about we soak up a little more sun?" Meg said. She reached under her chair and added a coat of sunscreen.

Laura raised the little flag that showed the poolside staff they wanted more drinks. In a couple of minutes, a young man with a spotless white shirt and sneakers (but no pants) came to take their order. The staff, even more than the guests, followed the resort's bottomless policy.

"What'll it be, girls? Margaritas? Piña coladas?" the tall blonde asked.

"Laura, it's still morning," Meg protested.

"All right, mimosas then. Bring us a small pitcher, and one of water," Laura said.

"Works for me," Lana said. She ran her fingers through the short brown fuzz on the side of her head and readjusted her visor.

"All right, then," Meg said. Her eyes lingered on the server's buttocks as he went to fill their order.

"Did you see him getting hard?" Laura said.

"Oh?" Meg said.

"You're supposed to LOOK," Laura said.

Lana laughed. "I think he was getting a stiffie for me," she said. "Maybe I should button up my blouse."

"I think you're right it was you," Laura said. "But I think it was your bottom half."

Meg looked over at Lana's smooth brown belly. "How long have you been shaving?" she asked. Meg and Laura each had a bush matching her hair color. Meg's red bush looked natural, while Laura's blonde one was trimmed round the edges and full over her mound.

"Waxing," Lana said. "A while. The ex liked it. I decided I did too. Terry Lou goes natural, but she's okay with me going smooth if that's what I like."

"She looked nice in that suit at the reunion," Laura said. "Is that the way she usually dresses up?"

"Uh-huh. Dresses aren't really her thing. Jeans and a jacket. Finally got her to let go of her flannel shirts and step it up a little," Lana said.

"You look good together," Meg said.

"Thanks Meggie," Lana said. "We're good for each other."

"I'm so happy for you," Meg said.

"Would you do my legs too, Meg?" Laura asked. "Like you used to?"

"Sure, roomie," Meg said. Meg and Laura had met as dormitory roommates before connecting with Lana, Diane, and Rachel. Meg filled her palms with lotion and smoothed it onto Laura's bare legs, hips, and belly. "Turn over, now." Meg completed her job on Laura's naked buttocks. "You have a nice start on a summer tan, Laura."

"Thanks," Laura said. "Feels good. You have good hands, Meg." Laura stayed face down, lying in the sunshine, her pale gold skin gleaming with the lotion.

"And no tan lines?" Lana said. "Imagine that. And if I know you, it's not a tan-through bikini."

"It's not," Laura admitted.

"Don't you have a housekeeper?" Lana said.

"Yup," Laura said. "But Meg has better hands with the lotion."

"Woo-hoo!" Meg said.

Their bottomless waiter returned with a tray with a pitcher of water and a pitcher of champagne and orange juice, plus glasses and ice.

"Thank you thank you," Laura said.

He bowed, his penis bouncing, and withdrew.

"How 'bout you come do me, Meggie?" Lana said. "I don't burn easy like you girls, but the lotion's still good for keeping my skin nice and smooth."

"Right there." Meg picked up the lotion and started stroking it into Lana's bare legs. "I'd say you do pretty good keeping your skin soft and smooth already." Meg had a little more area to cover with Lana than with Laura. "Okay, that's your front," Meg said. finishing up with a little circle round Lana's navel.

"Good hands," Lana said. "Let me turn over."

Meg rubbed her way up Lana's legs and over her buttocks.

"Make sure you get the middle," Lana said.

After several strokes up and down Lana's rear cleavage, Meg let out a little "Ooh!"

"Sweetheart?" Lana asked.

"Um, be right back," Meg said, and scampered off toward their cottage.

"What did you do to her?" Laura asked.