lather on the sunscreen to protect your fair skin, asking David for help "making sure you got EVERYTHING covered" then lay out for some serious soakage of rays

You rummage through your beach bag and pull out a bottle of SPF 50, holding it up with a meaningful look at David.

"I burn like tissue paper in the sun," you explain, uncapping the bottle with a pop. "All these freckles aren't just for show. Could you help make sure I get... everything covered?"

David's eyes darken instantly at the implication. "Wouldn't want you getting sunburned," he agrees, his voice dropping to that private register that sends shivers down your spine.

You squeeze a generous dollop of cream into your palm and start with your arms and décolletage, the white lotion stark against your pale skin. David watches with undisguised interest as your fingers glide over the swell of your breasts above your emerald bikini top.

"My turn," he says, taking the bottle from you.

You lie face down on your towel, reaching back to untie your bikini straps to avoid tan lines. David straddles your thighs, his weight a delicious pressure as his hands, now slick with sunscreen, begin working across your shoulders.

"God, your skin is so soft," he murmurs, his strong fingers kneading the tension from muscles you didn't realize were tight.

Ryan clears his throat pointedly from the neighboring towel. "We're going to grab some ice creams," he announces, helping Clara to her feet. "Back in fifteen?"

"Take your time," David replies without looking up from his ministrations.

As they wander off toward the beachfront shops, David's hands become bolder, sliding down your sides to the curve of your waist, thumbs tracing the dimples at the base of your spine.

"Wouldn't want to miss a spot," he whispers, fingers slipping beneath the edge of your bikini bottoms to spread lotion across the upper curve of your ass.

"Very thorough," you breathe, feeling your body respond to his touch despite your recent encounter on the train.

He leans down, his lips grazing your ear. "Roll over. Need to do the front."

You comply, keeping your top untied but held loosely against your chest. David works methodically, massaging sunscreen into your stomach, the underside of your arms, the tender skin of your throat. When he reaches the tops of your thighs, his touch slows, becoming deliberate as his fingers work the lotion higher and higher.

"Think you missed a spot," you tease, gesturing to your bikini top that's barely covering your nipples now.

"Can't have that," he murmurs, gently moving the fabric aside and applying sunscreen directly to your breasts. His thumbs circle your nipples, which harden instantly under his attention.

"David," you gasp, "we're in public."

He grins wickedly. "Nobody's looking, and your towel is covering most of it." His fingers continue their torturous path, coating each breast thoroughly before reluctantly covering them again with your bikini.

"All done," he declares, helping you retie your top. "Though I think we should reapply... frequently."

You settle back on your towel, feeling the pleasant warmth of the sun combined with the lingering sensation of David's hands. Clara and Ryan return with dripping ice creams, and you spend the next hour soaking up sunshine, the pebbles beneath your towel gradually warming to match the heat in your veins.

13:30 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Brighton Beach

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