"You're way overdressed," she observed, tugging his tee shirt up his torso. "Come on, out of your clothes."
Cowed, Charlie ducked forward and let her haul his tee shirt off. When she had called and invited him over, he had not expected anything like this! He had some hope, but had squelched it with the thought that her parents would probably be there, wanting to meet him-and to chaperone them.
"Mom and Dad are gone for the day," she informed him as she unbuckled his belt. "Won't be back until late tonight. How long can you stay?"
Charlie's voice cracked in a way it hadn't done in years. "Uh, all afternoon, I guess. Maybe even for dinner, if I call my folks."
"Great." Jan tugged his zipper-down, giving his stabbing cock room to straighten out, room to ram urgently against his underpants. "You know, it's funny, but no matter how hard I try, I just can't get a tan."
Charlie tried to rally his brains and get back in control of his lust-crazed body. "Gee, that's too bad. You burn easily, huh?"
"Uh uh," Jan answered, prying his feet out of his shoes. "I just stay pale and pink. All over, see?" Having freed his feet from the tangle of his pants and socks, she stood up. She invited his scrutiny, posed for him, deliberately drew attention to her naked body. Her hands on her hips, her shoulders drawn back, she turned slightly and aimed one tit straight at Charlie's naked chest. She twisted slightly from side to side, bringing one breast to bear on him, then the other.
"You get nice and tan, don't you?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," Charlie agreed.
"Bet I know one part of you that isn't tan," she giggled. She reached down and touched his rock-hard phallus through his strained jockey shorts. Her touch tickled and burned at the same time. He could feel an oozing drop of secretion drying coldly on his underpants where they were stretched over the head of his cock.
"Let's see," she murmured, tugging on the elastic of his shorts, heaving it out over his upthrust shaft. Hot sun burned his cockhead and the pale skin under his pubic bush. She hauled his underpants down and off, then stood up.
"Yep, as pale as a baby," she observed, gently turning his prick this way and that as if she were really studying it carefully. "Don't forget your drink," she added, teasing.
Charlie's mouth was dry. The hand that reached for the cold can shook noticeably. The fizzy soda cut the dust in his mouth and prickled his tongue and throat He chugged half of it down at once.
"We'd better get some sun tan oil on your poor prick before it's like a lobster," Jan observed.
Charlie's ears were ringing. His eyes fogged as he followed his hostess. He felt clumsy and stupid. His cock swayed and tugged heavily with every step. Cool air touched his balls, high on his thighs, and dried the sweat in the crack of his ass. He had never in his life been so aroused.
"Here we are," Jan said, picking up a plastic squeeze bottle. Turning, she dribbled cool white cream on the top of his prick, just behind the head. Then he set the bottle aside.
Her fingers closed around his cock, feeling hot and soft and unbelievably exciting. Tenderly, she rubbed the sun tan oil into his phallus, from the rounded, bulbous head, all the way back to his pubic hair. She covered both the top and the incredibly sensitive underside with the thick oily liquid. Charlie was afraid he was going to cum in her hands and spoil everything.
"That's enough," he said hoarsely.
Releasing his phallus, Jan strolled gracefully over to a wide lounge and stretched out on her stomach. "You want to oil me down?" she asked.
Charlie thought he was going to die from excitement. Her breasts had squashed out as she lay on them. The rounded swell of her ass was shining in the sunlight.
"God, you're beautiful," he said, then regretted it. She had been so-so matter-of-fact about the whole scene. He was acting like a stupid, inexperienced jerk.
"Thanks," she replied. "Come on and oil me, okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he agreed, picking up the lotion.
Her skin was soft and cool and flawless under his hands as he smoothed the sun tan oil into her graceful, blemish-free back. The oil left her skin glistening and shiny. He stroked down from her shoulders, down her spine, to the small of her back. Unsure of himself, he stopped there, feeling stupid and cowardly.
Then he goaded himself into dribbling sun tan oil on the cheeks of her ass. When she didn't object, he smoothed it into those soft, yielding globes with both hands, first one buttocks and then the other. They were incredibly soft when she was in this position. He smoothed the oil down into the crack between them, ready to pull back the moment she objected. But she didn't, and he actually got his fingers clear down to the bottom of her crack!
"Mmmmm," she purred, sliding her legs apart.
Charlie gulped as he worked his hands into her crotch. He touched her twisting curls of black hair, felt the soft, hot folds of her labia, the yielding hole of her vagina, the hard bud of her anus.
Deliberately, he forced himself away from there, even though he could see her buttocks flexing as she squirmed under his touch. Tormenting himself, building his lust, he dribbled sun tan lotion on the back of her right thigh and proceeded to do her legs, one at a time. He finished with the soles of her feet. Her toes curled as he massaged the lotion in.
He sat back for a moment. Jan rolled to her side, shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand. "Thanks. You look hot. Want to swim now?"
Charlie didn't even look in the direction of the big, round, above-ground pool. "No."
"Okay," Jan agreed. She rolled to her back, away from him. "How about doing my front?"
Charlie crawled toward her, across the wide double lounge, the bottle of lotion in one hand. She was on her back, her hands under her head, her eyes closed against the harsh sunlight. She looked totally blissful. The only hint of her excitement was her hard alert nipples. Charlie noticed that her great firm breasts yielded only reluctantly to gravity, flattening slightly, spreading slightly, but maintaining their basic shape and thrust.
Charlie began at her feet. He worked quickly, impatiently, restraining himself with greater and greater difficulty. He struggled to be thorough, to coat every inch of her pale skin with the liquid, from her ankles to her knees, then up her thighs. He massaged the lotion into the insides and outsides of her graceful legs. His fingers lingered lovingly on the tender flesh high on the inside, just an inch away from the curling kinks of her bush.
She remained completely limp as he finished her legs.
He was burning up. He was sweating heavily, and his mouth went dry as he planned his next move. He squeezed a pool of sun tan oil onto her stomach just above her navel. Quickly, he stopped the drop that was heading toward the dark pocket.
He massaged the lotion into her, working out from the puddle he had made. Her belly shivered under his touch, then sucked in. Her ribs heaved as her breathing quickened. She was licking her lips now. Obviously her passion was getting greater, harder to restrain.
Charlie, for the first time since he had gotten there, felt in control of the situation. He realized abruptly that he had done exactly the right thing in gradually working his way toward the crucial areas of her body. It was right for him, was building his lust to the flash point, and it was right for her.
He worked the oil into her as far down as the top edge of her pubic bush, and as far up as the bottoms of her jutting breasts. Then he smoothed some into the valley between her lush mounds. He had yet to touch one of her primary erogenous zones.
Picking up the lotion bottle, he carefully aimed a stream of the viscous lotion at her left nipple, and coated it with the white creamy liquid.
As Jan sucked in her breath sharply, her face twisted with lust.