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I can feel his breath on my back. I’m instantly wet. I suppress a shiver and
comply. The anticipation of having him touch my body keeps my nerves taut.
What if I moan? He leans forward and starts at my right ankle. His big hands
engulf my calf and slowly work their way up my thigh and inner thigh. I bite my
bottom lip to keep from whimpering when his expert hands move to my next

leg…massaging and kneading.
Henry adds more lotion to his hands. I feel his fingers slip up under my
bottoms and massage my naked ass cheeks. I pray for everyone on the beach to
disappear. I need to enjoy this in private. I need him to take it further. I glance to
the side. The girls are watching the whole exchange. It is sunblock foreplay. He
rubs the small of my back.

“Sit down,” he commands.

I try to sit gracefully while doing his bidding quickly. He’s directly behind me,
his legs encircling mine. His warm hands splay across my back, rubbing in lotion.
His hands dip below my back strap; his fingers graze the sides of my breasts under
the top. Some of the guys notice and start watching. He retreats and rubs between
my shoulder blades with his thumbs. I exercise supreme willpower to not drop my
head forward.

“The key…” he rasps is my ear. His breath tickles the shell of my ear, sending
goosebumps all over my entire body. “….is to get each inch that can be kissed by
the sun.”
I tingle. Henry slowly slides my straps off my shoulders, his nails raking across
my skin. I shudder. I imagine him taking off my top and rubbing my granite nipples
with his hands. My entire body is a fuse waiting to be ignited. Had he done this in
the room, I would have begged. He kneads my shoulders and my neck before
sliding the straps back into place.

If he tells me to strip for him in this moment. I will. I will not hesitate to show
the entire free world my ass at Henry’s request. I am mush. He’s turned me on so
completely and so publicly, that I’ve forgotten my name.

“Would you like me to do the front, too?”
Carla nods and Tala is biting the arm of her glasses. I shake my head no. “I’m
good,” I squeak.