"We're all familiar with the phrase 'no strings attached' but what happens when the strings are attached?"
Chloe is 17 years old. She's shy but talkative once you know her, she has one dream - to become a chartered accountant. There is, however, on...
"I don't see what the problem is here. Just take your clothes off and join me," I paused, "or would you prefer that I do it for you?"
Now, my naughty readers, before you get any ideas, we were not doing what you think we were doing. It was Friday after school, our last day before the holidays, and I had decided to do something different with Chloe. Mom and dad would be arriving the following day (ie Saturday) and I knew that Chloe was nervous - she did try to hide that, of course - so I reckoned a bit of water would help to relax her a bit... and no, we were not showering together. We were actually at the beach and I was trying to get Chloe to take her dress off.
I swear it was not because I wanted to see her gorgeous body again.
Without notice, she pulled her dress over her shoulders. First, I caught sight of her legs. They were long and smooth and oh so sexy. Then... her whole body was revealed in all its naked glory. Her skin was tanned and I fought so hard to resist the urge to touch her. To be honest with you, I wanted that bikini top gone. Period.
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"Well? Am I the only one who's going to strip?" I knew this was an honest question but the way she asked it made it sound so darn seductive, "Or would you prefer that I do it for you?"
So now she was giving me the taste of my own medicine, huh? I liked the confident Chloe more because she kept things interesting and was always fun to be around.
Doubting that she'd actually do it, I tested her a bit and replied, "Well, why not?" She was surprised and I saw worry in her features but that was soon replaced with determination. Very slowly, she closed the space between our bodies and my eyes were glued to her chest. She sneaked her hand under my vest and I could feel her slender fingers grazing over my defined abs and my skin tingled under her touch. Another hand joined the party and both her hands rose to my chest.
I still wanted that top gone.
Abruptly, my sight was blocked and that's when I realised that she had taken my vest off. "Lie down," she commanded and I gladly obliged. "Yes, ma'am," I mocked a salute. She smiled at my childishness. Shaking her head, she took the suntan lotion out and I didn't even need to be told to lie on my stomach. I knew that she was only applying sunscreen but it felt like she was doing a lot more than that.
She was giving me a sensual back rub.
She sat up next to me and oiled up her hands, then she coated my entire back in sunscreen. After, Chloe placed her palms on either side of my lower spine, her fingers facing out, not up. She pushed her palms out to the sides, slowly working her way up toward my shoulders without removing her hands from my body, then back down again. Using her index finger, sensually, she traced Xs into three spots along my mid-back: right on my spine, just to the right of my backbone, and to the left. My guy downstairs was getting as hard as a rock.
