Under the shade of a palm tree, hot sun, scalding the sky to a white shimmer, sends reflections blindingly across the pool. Michael, suckling at my n****e, cupping the breast in one hand, is playing havoc with my c**t with the fingers of the other.
Lying on a couple of beach towels, with just enough breeze to make the hot air bearable, I came out to lie in the shade. My Golden Lover arrived minutes later with a bottle of oil in his hand and the devil in his eyes.
“You´ll burn if you lay out like that, skin like yours. Let me oil you over."
“I´m in the shade."
He sucks his lips. “Let me put it another way. I would like to oil you over..." His grin is wicked. I can´t miss his meaning.
“Don´t think we need this, do we?" he says, reaching around me to unfasten my bikini top.
Lying back,
