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grab us a couple drinks from the bar, dear.”  
    I headed toward the bar and, once on the serving side, I noticed it had a full mini fridge and icemaker. A variety of liquor sat on a high shelf and a small countertop hosted two separate blenders.  Since the temperature had risen, I knew I had to get something that would be on ice. I grabbed the peach schnapps, orange juice, and a shit load of ice and began mixing us up some rendition of fuzzy navels.  
    With two glasses in my hand, I headed over to where Mrs. Smith sat in her lounge chair. I sat down at the foot of her chair and handed her a glass. She took a sip and grabbed a piece of the ice out. She rubbed the melting ice on her chest, so that it started dripping down her cleavage.  
    “Sebastian, darling, will you rub lotion on my back please?” She asked as she handed a bottle of lotion.  
    I grabbed the bottle and squirted some of the oil on each of my hands.  Her shoulders were pretty hot to touch, so I massaged the lotion on them first. As my hands ran across her slippery shoulders, the shiny oil brightened her tanned skin.  
    Mrs. Smith lay down on her stomach so that I could get all of her back evenly. When I got to her bikini strap, she reached around and unhooked it. It wasn’t really an erotic kind of gesture when she did it; it was simply just allowing me a smoother service.  
    I poured more of the oil directly onto her back and began using my fingers to disburse it around. When I got to her sides, I let my hands travel under her arms and to the base of each of her breasts, before pulling back to the center of her lower back.  
    Mrs. Smith moaned every time I got close to her breasts.  When I  finished her back, I started on both of her legs.  I oiled up the bottom first and worked my hands up from her ankles to her inner thighs. I let the edge of my hands get close enough to her pussy that they brushed the fabric of her swimsuit.  When I got to the top of her thigh, I didn’t stop going. I spread the oil under her swimsuit with my hands. Her ass felt so good in my hands, and I wanted a better look. On either side of her swimsuit were strings that were tied, holding it together. At the same time, I pulled both of the strings and pulled the suit away from her bare ass.  It was already shining from where my hands had been, but I grabbed the bottle anyway. I held the oil about a foot away from her ass, and slowly poured it over each cheek. I tossed the bottle on to the chair and began massaging her slippery ass with my big hands.  I could tell she was loving it from the way her cheeks tightened when I got near her crack. She would let out a small moan, and then relax until I repeated the process. I couldn’t stop touching it. The slickness was making me rock hard, and I hated that I wasn’t wearing a swimsuit.  
    Mrs. Smith slowly turned over and let both pieces of her tiny swimsuit fall on the chair. She was now facing me. I was sitting between her legs, looking up at her naked body. The woman looked amazing there in her hat and sunglasses. I didn’t ask for permission before starting to oil up the front of her legs. I stroked the oil all over her legs and made it to her thighs. I could hardly contain myself as my hands got closer and closer to her  pussy. I poured more oil into my hands and cupped her pussy, before saturating it with oil. I started massaging her wet pussy lips. She grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some on each of her exposed breasts. While I massaged her pretty cunt, she rubbed the oil all over her wet titties.  Her nipples were so shiny and her small fingers slid effortlessly over them, making them harder with each stroke.  
    I took both hands and separated her lips, massaging each of them between my fingers. It was so smooth and I couldn’t help but thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. I knew she liked it. I could tell from the look on her face that she did. “Are you turned on, Sebastian?”  
    “Mmm, you