Tanning

Being conscious of the fact that the creature that they’re looking for was one which allegedly lived primarily in the water, even if she was far from sharing her husband’s certainty that the reports about it were more than just a local version of the Loch Ness Monster or the Yeti, Sandy decided against taking a swim and instead walked along the length of the boat until she reached the fore.

She was not in the mood to do any reading, so she’d settle instead for drowsing off while catching some rays. In any event, the others’ wouldn’t be gone all that long, and Sandy was confident that she’d get to be a lot more useful once they got back from exploring the channel.

Dropping down with her back resting against the beach towel which she had previously had wrapped around her near-nude abdomen, Sandy took the pair of sunglasses that she’d carried with her and put them on, with the result being that the world instantly became darker and hazier.

It wasn’t until then that she remembered that she’d forgotten to apply any suntan lotion before climbing up on deck. Since the area that they were now exploring was located just south of the Equator, it would be an even dumber idea than usual to lie out in the sun without any protection for your skin.

Not wanting to get up, Sandy called out “Axel! Would you get me my sunblock?!”
Axel was, as any single, heterosexual man of his age would most certainly be, more than willing to do as the voluptuous blonde told him to do, and put away the mop with which he had been wiping the aft deck and went down below deck to fetch her lotion, with Sandy telling him exactly where in her cabin that she’d last seen it.

Sitting in reclining position with her forearms supporting the bulk of her upper body, Sandy remained blissfully unaware of the fact that Axel, after finding her lotion where she said that it’d be, had fallen to the temptation to pull open her dresser.

Finding the one drawer which contained all of Sandy’s lingerie, Axel allowed his gaze to wander across the sizeable collection of flimsy underwear.

After looking around to make sure that he was still all alone, and with a bead of sweat running down his left temple as his heart beat extra fast due to the excitement of what he was doing, Axel buried his hand in the drawer and seized hold of a particularly skimpy thong in black lace, with rhinestones sprinkled all across its front, and stuffed the garment into one of his pockets before closing the drawer and returning to the deck.

Sandy was quite pleased when Axel finally returned, though the buxom blonde had to wonder what it was that had taken him so long.
“Did you have any trouble finding it?” Sandy asked Axel as she stretched up one arm to accept the bottle of suntan lotion.
“Uh… yes!” Axel replied, a little too eagerly. Sandy noticed this, but thought that it was simply something which was closely connected to the plainly visible and quite large bulge at the front of the young man’s trousers.
“Strange,” Sandy responded, “I could have sworn that I left it on top of my dresser.”
“It had fallen down,” Axel told her the first excuse that he could think of, and then backed away from her, his attention so fixed on how Sandy was jerking the vaguely phallic bottle of suntan lotion back and forth in the air that he barely noticed it when he backed into the boat’s railing.
Turning around, Axel stumbled his way back towards the stairs leading down below deck.

Happy to be alone again, Sandy squeezed out a sizeable gob of lotion onto her thigh, and began rubbing it into the tanned skin of her firm leg.
It was a pity that she wasn’t all alone on the ship, because then she could have stripped down completely and avoided getting any tan lines. As it was, the possibility of Axel coming back up again was too big for Sandy to take off her bikini, so she would keep it on.

Unbeknownst to Sandy, she was being observed by an unfamiliar pair of eyes as she rubbed more and more lotion into her skin, her hands currently kneading her firm belly.