Message-ID: <48868asstr$1092633005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: TheCaddy <TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca> X-Original-Message-ID: <HKEFKNGDKKHLCIDPLHFBIEBBCBAA.TheCaddy@Eastlink.ca> X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1409 Importance: Normal X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-priority: Normal x-assm-no-berne-warning: yes X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2004 20:13:21 -0300 Subject: {ASSM} A Golfer's Dream Book II Chapter Thirteen - The Beaches of France Lines: 670 x-asstr-message-id-hack: 48868 Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 01:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48868> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr A Golfer's Dream Book II Chapter Thirteen - The Beaches of France <1st attachment, "0213Chapter Thirteen The Beaches of France.txt" begin> A Golfer's Dream - Book Two Chilly Winter Hot Summer Written by TheCaddy Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It does not relate to any real person, living or dead. Any similarity to a real person, whether living or dead, is purely coincidental and completely unintended. While actual places are occasionally mentioned in this story, such mention is not to be a basis for conclusion that any part of this story is real, or ever happened. The following story is a work of fiction containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. All of the sex depicted is consensual; the author does not intend to promote incest or sexual relations with underage children. The age of consent in Canada is currently fourteen. The story is written purely for entertainment purposes only. Those who are offended by such material are strongly encouraged not to read this. Those who are searching for material which they would proscribe for others should search elsewhere. If you are constrained by law or local authority from reading graphic descriptions of fictional sexual acts between adults and minors, you are required to not proceed further. Pursuant to the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated otherwise. This story is protected under U.S. and international copyright law and may not be reprinted, reposted, or otherwise reproduced without express written permission. This story may be posted to appropriate USENET newsgroups for non- commercial use only, PurchaseOrderas long as it remains entirely intact and unmodified, including all copyright messages and this disclaimer. Chapter Thirteen - The Beaches of France Dave woke up to the buzzing of the alarm. He turned it off then looked over to see if Sarah was still in bed with him. She was nowhere to be seen so he rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom. After exiting the bathroom, he dressed in dress shorts and a clean white golf shirt with a Hornsby logo on it. He pulled on a pair of short white ankle-socks and his sneakers then found his way to the kitchen. He poured a large bowl of cereal and coated it with milk. He stood at a counter and ate in the comfortable confines of the kitchen. Raymond and the car were waiting for him as he walked out the front door. Dave jumped in the front seat and chatted with his new friend on the way to the course. He thanked Raymond for the drive and said he hoped to pick up a game again today - so he wouldn't need a drive until mid-afternoon. Raymond waved goodbye as he drove away from the clubhouse. Dave went to the storage area, got his clubs, and picked up two buckets of balls. His focus today would be his pitching wedge and adjusting to various distances for bump-and-run type shots. Dave eventually hit eight buckets of balls and, after two intense hours, finally felt confident he was ready for this new style of golf. He had only been hitting balls for an hour when the pro, Harry, had walked up to him and asked if he wanted to join a threesome heading to the first tee. Dave thanked him but said he wanted to get at least two more hours practice in before playing. Harry said okay before walking away impressed with Dave's work ethic. From the practice range Dave walked to the practice putting green. He practiced his chipping for thirty minutes before pulling out his putter. He had just started putting when Harry again walked up to him and said, "There is a threesome going out at ten after ten. Would you be able to join them? One of the players is the current club champion." Dave looked at his watch and agreed. He still had about thirty minutes to work on his putting; after that he would truly want to have another shot at the challenge of bump-and-run. What Dave didn't know was that Edward, Richard, and John had been very vocal the previous day about how good a golfer Dave was; after that, most of the good golfers wanted to have a chance to play with him. Dave had been putting for twenty minutes when three distinguished looking men walked up to him and introduced themselves. Their names were Ross, Terrence, and Phillip. They all putted for ten minutes then indicated it was time to head to the first tee. Dave hit last, as he had the previous day, and he could tell that all three players were as good or even better than the players he played with the previous day. All three had hit solid drives down the middle with Ross hitting his slightly longer than the other two. Dave settled over his driver and caught one right in the sweet spot. They were playing from the white tees again; the white tees were the longest set of tees at Blackheath and provided the most challenge to even experienced golfers. Dave's ball launched off the tee and landed just short of Ross's ball before bouncing and rolling to well beyond the one hundred and fifty yard marker. The three men congratulate him; then Ross said, "You really do hit it long, don't you?" Dave thanked them for the compliments then replied to Ross, "It's great when it goes straight - but that isn't always the case." Ross replied, "So true, my young friend, so true." Dave immediately felt at ease with these three men, just as he had with the threesome on the previous day. When he reached his ball, he had one hundred and thirty yards to the green where the pin was at the back. A full wedge would land about middle of the green and, from his on-course lesson yesterday, he knew that the ball would likely roll through the green. He chose a landing point near the front of the green and concentrated on the amount of swing required to land on his target spot. He had earlier practiced his wedge by using the numbers on the clock to gage the distance he would hit the ball. A full swing would have him drawing the club back to parallel at about three o'clock. He estimated that a one o'clock back swing would suit the distance to the front of the green and he focused on visualizing his shot. He took two practice swings, stepped up to the ball, and took a smooth, slightly less than full, swing. The ball sailed off the face of his wedge. Dave watched as the ball landed slightly left of his target on the front of the green and bounced then rolled to the back of the green. The ball came to rest five feet left of the hole and Dave was very pleased with his shot. Terence and Ross put their second shots on the green while Phillip missed to the right of the green. Phillip chipped to ten feet and missed his par but tapped in for bogey. Terrence two-putted from twenty feet for par while Ross rolled in a ten-foot birdie. Dave surveyed his putt from all sides and when he settled over his ball aimed for the right lip. He stroked the ball smoothly and watched as it curled into the middle of the cup. He gave his fist a short low pump then extracted the ball from the hole. The three men congratulated him on a well-played hole as they walked to the second tee. The rest of the round went much better than the previous day but he still hit a few errand tee shots and misjudged several of the bump-and-run shots. He finished with a solid two under par sixty-eight. Ross had shot sixty-seven, Terence was seventy and Phillip was seventy-one. Dave thanked the three men and they all wished him well in the tournament the following weekend. As Dave entered the pro shop, an employee asked, "Want me to call the Thurlows' residence?" Dave nodded then thanked him before he went out front to wait. He was very pleased with his second round of play but still saw room for improvement. The Rolls eventually pulled up in front and Dave again climbed into the front seat. Raymond asked how his day had gone and Dave told him about his game. The drive home passed quickly and, when Dave arrived at the house, he went right to the library to send an e-mail to his father. He wrote about his round and about adjusting to the bump-and-run. After the lengthy message was finished, he hit the send button and went looking for Sarah. He eventually came across James and asked him if he knew where Sarah was. He was told she had gone out for the afternoon but was expected back for supper. Dave went to his room and pulled on his bathing suit then went for a swim. He had been in the pool for just over an hour when Sarah walked out the back door in her bathing suit. She joined him in the pool. Dave asked where she had been and she explained that she and Roxanne had gone looking for some new clothes for the trip. She said she bought a new sundress and a new bikini. They talked for a while before eventually exiting the pool. On cue, Roxanne walked out with towels and helped Sarah dry off. She handed Sarah clean clothes and Sarah walked towards the pool house. Dave followed Roxanne into the house and admired her swaying ass as she led him to his room. As they walked up the stairs, Dave snuck a peek under her black skirt and was very surprised to see her bare ass swishing back and forth. As she raised her leg for the next step he even caught a slight glimpse of curly black pubic hair. His dick lurched instantly; he lost his concentration and stumbled on the stairs, falling forward onto his hands. He looked up, embarrassed for falling, but was rewarded with the scenic view of two long, muscular legs. Roxanne had turned around and her feet were about shoulder width apart; that gave Dave a perfect look up her skirt all the way to her puffy-looking pussy with a neatly trimmed black patch of fur. Dave forced his eyes away from the enthralling sight and looked into Roxanne's eyes which were staring right at him. He blushed slightly and said, "Oops!" Then smiled. She smiled back at him and asked, "Are you enjoying the view?" He grinned, "Definitely!" She finally put her hand down and helped him to his feet; then she turned and proceeded up the stairs leading to his room. When they reached his door, she turned and whispered, "I know you know your way here by now - but I thought I would return your favour from yesterday." He was surprised by her comments and could only reply with a short, "Thank you." He walked into his room and began sliding off his bathing suit as he headed for the bathroom. His suit hit the floor at the doorway to the bathroom. His rock-hard prick was standing straight out as he headed for the shower. He pulled open the shower door then turned on the water. When it was warm enough, he got in and immediately soaped up his hands so he could stroke himself off. He fantasized about crawling between Roxanne's legs and licking her to a feverish orgasm. His face would be covered with her juices as he sucked her clit. His orgasm came hard and fast and he closed his eyes as his cum spurted against the glass. He then fell gently back against the opposite glass wall. What he didn't know was that Roxanne had remained at the door and watched him strip. She admired his strong torso as he strode across the room and her hand slid under her skirt and between her legs as he kicked off his trunks and his firm ass came into view. She got a quick glimpse of his now very hard pole and she knew she had to see more. She walked quietly across his bedroom and, just as she reached the bathroom door, she saw him walk into the shower. His big fat cock swinging under his brown pubic hair was hypnotizing. Her hand quickly went back between her legs and she slid a finger into her hot wet love hole, wet it, and began stroking her middle finger through her slit and up to her clit. She hadn't shagged anyone in over six months and she was very horny. She had wanted to drop to her knees and suck Dave's cock the previous day but she thought that Sarah would be devastated if she found out - and Roxanne didn't want to hurt her new friend and employer's daughter. But watching Dave in the shower was harmless fun and right now she needed some sexual release. She was pleased that the frosted shower glass only made Dave's image slightly hazy. She couldn't believe when she saw the form of his arm go to his crotch and his unmistakable stroking motion begin. She was watching this horny young teen stroke his meat only fifteen feet away and she felt her own orgasm start to rage through her body. She heard Dave sigh as he made several long purposeful strokes and that triggered her orgasm which shook her entire being. She had been biting her lip to keep from moaning but as her orgasm peaked she accidentally let a whimper escape. As Dave's back touched the glass, he thought he heard a noise. He opened the shower door and looked out - but there was no one in sight; so he closed the door and turned his face into the water to let the warm cascading fluid wash over his face as his euphoria dissipated. Roxanne wasn't the only voyeur. What she didn't know was that Sarah had come up to check on Dave and, as she entered his room, she saw Roxanne with her hand up her skirt leaning against the bathroom door. Sarah heard the water running and she knew Roxanne was watching Dave in the shower. Sarah walked back to the door and just peeked around the doorframe to watch her maid finger herself. Sarah's hand made its way to the same area and she was now rubbing her tight little snatch through her panties as she watched Roxanne's face contort in sexual pleasure. Suddenly that revealing whimper escaped Roxanne's lips. Sarah saw her start to turn away from the shower so she pulled her hand from between her legs and scampered down the hall to her room. Roxanne stood in Dave's room catching her breath and waiting for her body to stop shaking. After she had collected herself, she walked out of his room and down the hall to find Sarah. As she entered Sarah's room she prayed that Sarah would not notice her flushed look. The fact is she was so worried about Sarah noticing her that she didn't notice a similar excited look on Sarah's face. Roxanne talked to Sarah briefly then said she was going to check on supper and left Sarah staring into space and daydreaming. Sarah's thoughts were torn between the wondrous dick she had stroked off the previous night and her sexy maid whom she had been fantasizing about for several months. Having a personal maid meant special attention unlike anything she had ever received before. It was very common for Roxanne to help bath her and part of the job was for Roxanne to dress her. The first month had felt very strange for Sarah as she had never been naked in front of anyone except her mother. As Roxanne became friends with Sarah, the strangeness turned to excitement and Sarah soon found herself looking forward to showing off her firm young body. She even started to fantasize about Roxanne's body. She became concerned about her unnatural thoughts as she had always thought that women should not be sexually excited by other women. After Sarah did some reading on the internet, she felt somewhat more comfortable with the whole situation and realized her feelings were not as unnatural as she had previously thought. Her hand lazily caressed her mons as she thought about Roxanne masturbating. Dave exited the shower after a thorough cleaning. He felt refreshed in more ways than one. He pulled on shorts and a golf shirt and made his way down the hall. When he arrived at Sarah's door, it was slightly ajar and he peeked inside. Sarah was lying on her bed with her hand under her skirt. She seemed to be just casually rubbing herself so he stood back and tapped on the door. He heard a soft, "Come in." When he entered Sarah was sitting up so he walked over to her and sat beside her. He kissed her softly. They were still kissing when Roxanne walked in and blurted, "Supper will be ready in five ... oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Sarah stopped Roxanne from leaving, "That's okay, Roxanne. We were just coming downstairs." Dave and Sarah walked out of the room and casually strolled, hand in hand, to the informal dining room. Sarah's parents were waiting for them and Lord Thurlow asked Dave about his game. Dave explained how he played and who he played with. Lord Thurlow said he knew all three men and they were all good players. Conversation quickly switched to the trip they would begin early the following day. Sarah explained that she and Roxanne had arranged all the details with a view of giving David a broad taste of traveling by train. They were taking the Eurostar under-channel train from London to the Paris Nord station then switching to the TGV train to Marseille. They would arrive in the early afternoon and have a nice late afternoon and evening on the beach. On Monday they would board an inter-city touring bus and make their way to Nice with a brief sightseeing tour stop in Cannes. The hotel in Marseilles would provide transportation from the train station to the hotel. On Monday the bus would leave at nine o'clock and arrive in Nice in mid- afternoon. The senior Thurlows had assisted in the selection of two hotels - the one in Marseille which they had enjoyed as young travelers and the second which they currently frequented in Nice. Dave had not been concerned about flying to England but, with all the current world tension, he was suddenly a little nervous about traveling in mainland Europe. It was not a language issue because, among the three of them, the young people were fluent in French, Spanish, and German. But since September 11th the world had changed for most North Americans who had once felt safe and sheltered from the turmoil and unrest in other parts of the world. Mainland Europe seemed to be getting too close to the action for Dave but Sarah was so excited about the trip he didn't want to rain on her parade. The train was leaving very early the next day; so, after supper, Dave returned to his room, packed his backpack and went to sleep early. He was awakened by Roxanne as she nudged his shoulder. He smiled up at her and said, "You are a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning." Roxanne smiled bashfully and thanked him before leaving to check on Sarah. Sarah and Dave ate a healthy breakfast before Roxanne joined them and all three climbed in the back of the Rolls. Raymond dropped them off at the train station and wished them well. The trip to Paris passed quickly and Dave enjoyed the company of both Sarah and Roxanne. Now that they were away from the mansion, the mood with Roxanne seemed much less formal and it soon felt more as if it were three friends traveling together. Dave liked this much better as he had continued struggled with the idea of people serving him. The stopover in Paris was very short and there wasn't any time for sightseeing. Dave had mixed feelings as he thought it would have been nice to at least see the Eiffel Tower - but like most teenage boys he was more interested in seeing the expected sights at the beach. Dave was much more alert once the train arrived in Paris. He surveyed the crowd and quickly took note of all suspicious looking individuals. When he finally boarded the TGV with the two girls and the train started moving, he relaxed slightly but continued to watch for unusual movements by the other passengers. Sarah noticed his slight change in moods and asked him about it. He shook it off as nothing and she changed the subject, "You're going to love our new bikinis. Roxanne and I bought them just for you and this trip." Dave smiled at the two beaming girls sitting on each side of him and replied, "Why didn't you show me back at your pool?" Sarah whispered, "Because Mommy and Daddy would have a fit if they saw me wearing such a risqué bathing suit." Dave's mind was instantly racing as he pictured his princess and her beautiful maid in tiny bikinis. Sarah noticed the growing bulge in his pants and boldly set her hand on his crotch. She tenderly rubbed Dave's pole through his shorts and it was soon hard as steel. Sarah noticed Roxanne's anxious looks, reached across Dave, took Roxanne's hand in hers, and then casually placed Roxanne's hand on Dave's crotch as well. Sarah smiled at Roxanne who joined in massaging Dave's hardness through the cotton material. Dave was surprised by Sarah's move but was not going to complain as the two girls' hands both caressed and teased his throbbing pole. He was enjoying the teasing but suddenly realized that he was quickly losing control and had to stop them before he made a mess in his shorts. He took both of their hands in his and kissed each hand before saying, "That feels really nice but if you don't stop I will soon express my appreciation by shooting in my shorts." He then kissed Sarah passionately. When he was finished Sarah said, "What about Roxanne?" Dave was pleasantly surprised and turned to a crimson-colored Roxanne and kissed her softly as well. She pulled back after only a few seconds and said, "Not too quickly now, you two. I am supposed to be the chaperone and I think you are trying to corrupt me." Dave and Sarah just smiled at her as all three sat back to enjoy the lush scenery of France. Because of the train's high speed, nearby landscape features were just a blur; but slightly distant scenes unrolled a succession of open farmland followed by clearly delineated towns. Dave had completely forgotten about his paranoid fear of something going wrong. When the train finally pulled into Marseille, Dave's nervousness returned and he kept a close eye as they disembarked and searched for their transportation. The train and terminal had been air-conditioned but as they walked out of the terminal they were immediately hit by an intense heat. A TGV employee guided them to an incredible set of stairs leading down to the street from the trains. About half-way down the three stories, they encountered a hurried man carrying a signboard with the name Thurlow on it; he had come to drive them to the hotel but, he explained, had encountered fierce traffic. The car ride was surprisingly short and uneventful - the fierce traffic must have evaporated. The Hotel Ile Rousse, despite being minutes from the train station and in the heart of the Marseille metropolitan area, offered an idyllic view of the blue water of the Renecros Bay and a fine-sand sheltered beach. All three travelers were anxious to get into the water to cool off. They checked in quickly since everything had been pre-arranged and even pre-paid; Dave's nervousness faded as he surveyed the hotel. It was a very ritzy hotel and there were a lot of staff to look after all their needs. The concierge introduced himself and Sarah arranged reservations for supper even before they were shown to their suite. Dave's bedroom was large and spacious with a huge king-sized bed. He looked at his bed and his imagination went wild with the possibilities. Sarah and Roxanne were in another bedroom and Dave secretly hoped that the rooming situation would change before the end of the night. Dave changed into his blue swimming shorts, threw a towel over his shoulder, and waited in the living area for Sarah and Roxanne. As they walked out of their room, Dave openly admired their outfits. Sarah was wearing a red bikini with a sarong wrapped around her waist. Her perky round breasts jiggled under the tiny sting top and Dave struggled to keep from staring bug-eyed. Sarah noticed his admiring looks and smiled a thank you. Roxanne came out of the room next and her black bikini and matching sarong looked perfect for her. Her breasts were slightly larger and rounder than Sarah's. The snug bikini top created a nice valley between her two globes and she too noticed Dave staring and chuckled to herself - she was surprised by the way she was getting so excited by a sixteen-year-old boy. Dave noticed Roxanne was carrying a beach bag and she asked, "Do you want to put your towel in my bag?" Dave thanked her as he passed her the towel. Sarah led the way to the beach. Dave admired many other beautiful women as they passed by him in the lobby. Sarah followed the directions she had received from the concierge and they soon walked out a rear door of the hotel and found a large covered but open-air area with a bar. Walking though, they soon stood on the fine sand beach. Dave's jaw almost hit the deck as he noticed that most of the women sitting or walking around the food area were topless. He had heard that Europeans were unpretentious about baring their breasts and he suddenly grew very fond of the European lifestyle. He saw every size and type of breast imaginable. There were some very large women with saggy breasts and Dave thought how they should probably have left their tops on. There were some older women and some younger women. One thing Dave did notice was that very few had any noticeable tan lines and he immediately thought about how Ann had looked naked the previous summer with her almost-blinding white triangles of visual pleasure punctuated by perky nipples. He briefly thought how Ann was likely on QAI with Jennifer and part of him wished he was with them - but he was broken from his reverie when Sarah said, "There's some open space on the beach this way." Dave and Roxanne followed Sarah towards the water. As they walked through the opening, Dave was again very surprised by the way the beach stretched out right before his eyes. On QAI, hotels are not permitted to build right on the beach because the beaches are considered natural areas and therefore protected from commercial development. Here the hotel was right on the beach and he could have easily hit a pitching wedge the one hundred and fifty yards to the water. As Sarah led him and Roxanne down the sand, Dave quickly noticed that the topless rule was in effect for the beach as well and he knew he would definitely like this place. There were a lot of very pretty girls with hypnotizing breasts but there were also a lot of bodies that definitely should have been covered. Dave quickly realized he should focus on the pretty ones and he felt a familiar stir in his shorts. Sarah was asking where to sit down and Dave said, "Anywhere is fine." In his mind he was saying, "Just pick a damn spot so I can lie down and hide this quickly growing hard-on." Sarah finally picked a spot fairly close to the water and Dave helped Roxanne with the bag so he could get his towel out. Roxanne wouldn't let Dave take the bag but instead handed him the towel. She had noticed his growing excitement and surmised why he was in a rush to lie down. Dave spread out his towel and proceeded to sit with his knees up in front of his body to hide his now fully-erect manhood. He smiled up at the two girls as they also spread out a large blanket to lie on. Sarah was standing beside Dave when she untied her sarong and pulled it off. Dave gasped when he saw the thong bikini bottoms and she giggled at his excited expression. She did a little turn and asked, "Do you like my bikini?" He choked out a quick reply, "I love it." Sarah smiled at him then casually put her hands behind her back and untied her top. Dave watched as the material became loose around her neck and her nipples played peek-a-boo behind the red textile. She finally lifted the strings up and over her head and Dave stared at the erect pink nipples surrounded by soft, whiter flesh. Sarah adjusted her hair and sat down as she passed her top to Roxanne. Dave couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. He had seen them briefly when she was being assaulted in the dim alley the previous summer, but now they were right in front of his face in the bright sunshine. Sarah noticed immediately that Dave was clearly fascinated by her breasts and she found herself getting wet with excitement. Dave noticed some movement beside Sarah. It was Roxanne putting Sarah's top and sarong in her bag. She then removed her own sarong. Her bottom was also a thong and Dave let out a low whistle. Roxanne blushed as Sarah said, "Show us the whole package, Roxanne. Do a couple of turns for us." Roxanne turned slowly and Dave admired her very long firm body. He had not gotten a very good look previously because of her maid's uniform; with the exception of the glance up the skirt when climbing the stairs and his attention then was focused on something else. Her legs were very strong and athletic looking and Dave thought she must either work out or run. Her stomach was trim and her waist tiny; but the most surprising features beside her incredible breasts were her strong, solid-looking shoulders and arms. Dave thought how he would love to get a big bear-hug from her. Roxanne slowly moved her hands behind her back and untied her bikini top as well. The material almost popped off her breasts and Dave could feel his dick getting unbelievably harder as his head tried to find the best angle to see her emerging nipples. As she pulled the strings over her head Dave was treated to two dark pink nipples. The areolas were quite large and the nipples were round like gumdrops. Roxanne was looking right at Dave as she pulled the top over her head and again she was surprised how excited she was getting just from turning on this boy. She reflected how she had had two very serious relationships in her life and, even though she was only twenty-four, she considered herself fairly experienced sexually. Her last boyfriend wanted to marry her but didn't like the long hours of her job. He thought she had worked too hard but, as far as she was concerned, she had studied and worked hard to get where she was and she wasn't ready to sacrifice her career for a husband at this young age. Sarah broke her concentration with, "You look great, Roxanne. I told you Dave would love that bikini." Roxanne nodded then put her top and sarong in her bag. She pulled out some sun block and was about to start covering Sarah with the protective cream when Dave asked, "May I?" Roxanne just smiled and handed him the bottle. Sarah was lying on her back so Dave started at her feet. He squeezed a single line of cream onto each leg then made a large "S" across her stomach and chest - making sure to drip the cool liquid onto each nipple. He then made a single line down each arm. After squeezing some cream onto his hands, he picked up one leg and caressed the oily cream into Sarah's soft white skin. As he reached the top of her thigh he rubbed his index finger along her slit through the material and her moan of appreciation was enough to tell him he hadn't crossed any line. He started on the foot of her other leg and again worked his way to the top. He rubbed the cream into her thigh and ever so briefly slid his hand under her bikini and caressed her pouty lips. He slid his middle finger between her soft petals and felt wetness oozing from her crevice. He moved his finger to the top of her lips and gently rubbed her little nub before pulling his hand out of her bottoms. Sarah's eyes shot open as he rubbed her little button but he just winked at her before putting more lotion on his hands. He massaged her stomach and covered every inch in protective cream. When he reached her breasts, she was almost thrusting them out to meet his soothing hands. He, however, had other plans and moved his hands to her arms. Dave repositioned himself and straddled Sarah's thighs as he massaged first one arm then the other. His rock hard muscle nestled itself between her legs as he massaged her two shoulders, slowly working down her chest. He stopped and applied more cream to his hands then massaged her abdomen and worked his hands up her sides. His hands were on each side of her breasts as he caressed first the sides then all around her soft globes. He massaged the valley between her breasts before circling each breast and finishing at her rubbery nipples. He tenderly rubbed the two little nubs between his fingers as he heard a soft moan escape her lips - she could feel his hardness pressing against her sex and she was quickly losing control. He leaned forward with his hands still on her breasts and kissed her softly. His tongue snaked into her mouth and she sucked it in like a lollipop. After the soft slow kiss he pulled back and whispered, "Let me do your face as well." He put more cream on his hands then carefully covered her forehead, cheeks, chin and nose. He had totally forgotten about Roxanne so he peeked over so see if she was watching. She was definitely watching and he noticed her hand was between her legs as if she wanted to rub herself. Sarah whispered to Dave, "Do the same to Roxanne." Dave looked right into Roxanne's eyes and asked, "Are you ready for your turn?" Roxanne could feel her excitement building as she had watched Dave massage and caress Sarah. She could feel her juices oozing with excitement as his hands massaged the same breasts she had hand-cleaned many times herself. She heard him ask if she was ready - but she wasn't. She started the whole unprofessional battle again but quickly lost out as she felt him gently push her onto her back. She felt cool cream coat her legs, torso and arms. His hands started at her feet and she was confident she was still in control but as his hands moved farther up her legs she could feel her control slipping. He finished one leg then gently rubbed her pussy. Her mind raced. "Was that an accident? It felt so good. He's only sixteen. He's a mere boy." He massaged the cream into her other leg. She kept her eyes locked shut. She couldn't let him see how she felt. His hand moved closer and closer to her sex. "He wouldn't dare do what he did to Sarah. He wouldn't ..." She couldn't believe it - his hand was under her suit. It felt so good - his hand touched her soft petals. She couldn't let herself moan so she bit her lip. His finger slid between her soft flesh and was instantly covered in her juices. She wouldn't moan. She couldn't let him know what he was doing to her. His finger was moving higher. She couldn't believe it. He was rubbing her clit. The feeling was spectacular. No one besides herself had touched it in many months. She couldn't hide it any longer and her eyes shot open in lust and surprise. She fought off a moan as he smiled at her then removed his hand from her bikini. She was finally ready to admit she was no longer in control. She felt his hands move to her abdomen as he straddled her thighs. She could feel his warm legs on her then suddenly she felt it. He was very hard and it was sticking into her crotch. She felt his hands move from her stomach to her arms then to her chest. His rock-hard pole rubbed against her sex as his hands reached for her shoulders and she wondered how a sixteen year old knew enough to get her more excited than she had ever been before. Her euphoria increased as his hands glided down her sides before his strong paws took hold of the flesh around her breasts and caressingly massaged the cream into every pore. Her chest heaved as his fingers slid between her round orbs and she was again biting her lip when she felt her nipples pinched between his thumb and index fingers. She saw white spots in the back of her eyelids as she kept them locked shut enjoying the sensation of Dave's strong hands and teasing cock. She felt his hands cup her breasts and his pole was pushed harder against her hot sex. She suddenly felt his lips touch hers and she opened her mouth and welcomed his exploring tongue. The kiss was scorching hot and she felt all her resolve vanish in the few short seconds. Her mind was trying to say, "This is unprofessional. You have to keep your head clear. You have a job to do." But her passion was winning out. She felt his lips pull away and then she heard him say, "Let me do your face, too." She nodded full consent. The soft but strong hands gently rubbed the cream all over her face. As the hands pulled away she looked up and simply gasped, "Thank you." Dave could see much more in her eyes and he nodded a "You're welcome." He then moved back to his towel and lay on his stomach. He closed his eyes and swished his hips to burrow his gopher into the sand - it was painful to have it bent in front. He suddenly felt cool cream drip onto his back followed by two massaging hands. Soon there were four hands on him and he briefly opened his eyes to see Sarah on one side of him and Roxanne on the other. They did his back and shoulders before moving to his legs. As the two hands snaked up his thigh he felt one hand go right inside his shorts and try to extract the gopher from its hole. He felt the hand caress his balls but the gopher was hiding and wouldn't come out. Sarah and Roxanne each kissed his cheek then went back to lay down. The next couple of hours were spent relaxing in the sun and, after his hard-on settled, Dave turned over on his back. He was quickly attacked by both girls who covered his white body in protective cream. Sarah again slid her hand into his shorts and this time found a more available furry friend. Roxanne was watching intently but didn't feel confident enough to give the gopher a little rub of her own. When they were both happy they had him covered in enough protective cream, they lay down again. They eventually went for a group swim before deciding to go back to the hotel. Sarah suggested they get cleaned up before going to the restaurant. Dave kissed both goodbye as they went into their room. He went into his room and went right into the bathroom. He stripped down and climbed into the shower. He had just lathered up his hair and had his eyes squeezed shut to protect them from the shampoo when he felt a cool breeze behind him - and then, wordlessly, two arms wrapped around his body and hugged him. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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