Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.

"Mmmmm…" she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.

"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Don was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.

She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see!

He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together!

Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly.