RVJ94
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2010
- Location
- Southeast US
Joseph had always wondered what it would be like to touch her, to put his hands on her body. There had never been a previously acceptable situation for it, and he never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable around him since he didn't know what her reaction would be. Today was a little different, however. And although it would've been completely acceptable, since it's just suntan lotion, she could have denied his help, and he would simply move on.
He accepted the small bottle of cream from her, and proceeded to squeeze a few drops out and onto the palm of his free hand. Setting the bottle down, he rubbed the cream onto both hands and started at her lower back. Rubbing both hands in an up-and-down motion, he would graze the top of her bikini bottom a couple of times, but didn't want to push his luck. Her skin was smooth and soft, as he had always imagined it, and would always remember it should this opportunity never arise again. He pushed upwards, skipping over the bikini straps that seemed to be working hard, and covered her shoulder blades and upper back.
He couldn't recall ever being this close to Clara, or standing behind her, mere inches away. But she wanted his help in getting her back with the cream. After all, he liked helping people out.
Yeah, that's it, he thought to himself.
"All done," he declared. At that point, he took a couple of steps back in order to avoid hitting her or anything, and pulled off his sweater.
He accepted the small bottle of cream from her, and proceeded to squeeze a few drops out and onto the palm of his free hand. Setting the bottle down, he rubbed the cream onto both hands and started at her lower back. Rubbing both hands in an up-and-down motion, he would graze the top of her bikini bottom a couple of times, but didn't want to push his luck. Her skin was smooth and soft, as he had always imagined it, and would always remember it should this opportunity never arise again. He pushed upwards, skipping over the bikini straps that seemed to be working hard, and covered her shoulder blades and upper back.
He couldn't recall ever being this close to Clara, or standing behind her, mere inches away. But she wanted his help in getting her back with the cream. After all, he liked helping people out.
Yeah, that's it, he thought to himself.
"All done," he declared. At that point, he took a couple of steps back in order to avoid hitting her or anything, and pulled off his sweater.