6 comments/ 66693 views/ 8 favorites Couple's Vacation in the Caribbean Ch. 01 By: propri01 This is based mostly on a true story. Be sure to rate this story, or leave comments (even for improvement), as that will be my only motivation to write more stories. My wife and I had been friends with another couple our same age (late 20's) for almost 10 years. This couple had always lived close to us but in the last year they had moved about 3 hours away. So, we had gone from seeing them a hand full of times a month, to now only perhaps once a month or so. John and Erin were married the year before us, but the wife and I had been engaged since shortly after they were engaged. John was about 5'7", with a somewhat athletic build, short black hair, and a good tan, as he played soccer in the summer months. Erin was about 5'9", with long straight dirty blond hair, a thin body type, blue eyes, and probably a B cup breast size. At least I think that bra I found ages ago was a B cup, more on that later. My wife has an average body type, long brown hair, brown eyes, and DD size breasts with nipples the size of a half-dollar. She loves to wear revealing shirts with plunging necklines, and jewelry that draws your eyes to her cleavage. Myself, I'm your average Joe, average body type with a small beer belly, brown eyes, and short brown hair. We had previously gone on a cruise with this couple, staying in separate rooms. The cruise was fun, but, we also had our extended families with us, as it was kind of a group vacation. In March, we had planned a new vacation, but with just us and them. We had booked a cottage in the caribbean for that coming July. It would be a great vacation, with our daily decision having to be choosing between whether we go to the beach, or the pool. We had all been looking forward to the vacation for some time and discussing what we would do on the resort, as the wife and I had been there before, but this would be John and Erin's first time there. We talked about the different restaurants to go to and the activities available, including sailing, snorkling, the off-resort beaches, and the other goings on. Because we had an early morning flight, they decided to travel to our house the night before, and then we would all leave together for the airport in the morning. They arrived by 8pm, and we had some pasta for dinner, then we all went to bed pretty early, as we had to get up by 4am, to get to the airport. I thought at one point during the night I heard their voices, or some noises, through the wall, as they were staying in the guest room next door. This room shares the wall that our headboard is against. Soon enough the damn alarm rang, and we sleepily rose and were on our way. The plane ride had been uneventful, so we were able to get some sleep. Upon arrival, we picked up our car, and made off for the resort. We stopped on the way at the store to pick up some supplies, including food & drinks, beer, and some rum and vodka. The cottage was setup with an opening to a kitchen/living area, and bedrooms off each end of the living area. We all went to the pool that afternoon, and decided to eat dinner on the resort, as we were all still somewhat tired. The next day, we decided to head out to the beach. We got there before many other people had arrived, so we had our pick of the chairs and umbrellas setup. There were only a dozen or so groups of chairs and umbrellas, so we made sure we had two chairs on each side of the umbrellas, then headed for the water to cool off. We came out of the water and found that another couple had arrived and settled into the chair to our left, on the side where Erin and John were sitting. When we left for lunch, there was only one group of chairs empty to our front right. We had a good lunch and headed back to the beach. It was at this point that we first noticed the two girls far out in the water, they were trying to get positioned on one of those floating beds, but they kept falling off. We took our chairs and were chatting, when Erin suddenly said "Is that someone's top?" It was orange, with almost a mesh look to it, and was hanging off of one of the chairs that had been empty when we left for lunch. I said "It certainly looks like it". We didn't have to wait long for the girl without the orange top to show up, as she was one of the girls from the water. Her and her friend headed into shore, after never succeeding in getting positioned on that raft. The girl in the orange bottoms was topless, with nice tanned C size breasts, long curly brown hair, and brown eyes. She spoke some foreign language which could have been French. Her friend had a red and white bikini on. Erin and my wife were watching these girls intently, as was Erin's husband John and I. I could tell Erin was jealous that her husband was watching these girls, as she asked "do you need a plate to catch that drool" under her breath. Of course John was not going to admit that he had been checking these girls out. So, he responded that he was "looking at the parasailing out there". The only problem with this, was the fact that the parasailing was at least a quarter head turn to the left. The topless girl with the orange bottoms had already sat down in her chair. As her friend sat down, she put her hands behind her back and pulled on the red & white bikini's string. It untied fairly easily, and in one quick pull the bikini top was now over her head. She then turned to hang it on the back of her chair. She was wearing sunglasses, but I could easily tell that she just caught all four of us staring at her pert B size breasts. She gave a smirking smile to acknowledge our stares. Her just unveiled breasts still had a noticeable tan line, so I was sure she had only recently started tanning topless. She had a ways to catch up, so that the existing tan lines disappeared. Later when we went into the water, we noticed a few other women who were topless, and sitting or laying on towels along the front of the beach. Only a few of these women were single, most were with other guys. As we were floating in the water, Erin asked "Are there always topless girls here?". I was about to answer, but my wife beat me to it, and responded that "on our past trips, we had only seen one other girl topless, so it must be more popular now." I knew that not to be the whole truth, as we had been here for three years straight, and had seen multiple topless women. We had just not mentioned it to Erin and John, as it was not something different to us, as we had vacationed in South Beach many times. South Beach was where my wife had first gone topless, after seeing other women around her go topless. When we returned to our chairs, the wife of the couple next to John and Erin had taken off her top as well. She was lying flat, so it was hard to tell what size her breasts were, but her nipples were very hard, either from the excitement of being topless, or from the light breeze blowing across the beach. The couple appeared to be in their early 30's, and from the dark tanlines across her chest, and her milky white breasts, you could tell those tits had never ever seen the sun. This prompted her husband to have to apply frequent sunblock to her breasts. He took his time doing this, and put on a show, by caressing her breasts and nipples, kneading them and making sure every inch around them was covered with sunblock, while paying special attention to her nipples. Before we got to our chairs, Erin told John to switch with her, and she would be on the outside chair, and he would be on the inside chair. I knew this was to stop him from staring at the woman to his left, even though she tried to say she "needed more sun". This was not a problem for John, as he told me later, this change gave him a better view to check out the two girls in front of us to the right, and the couple laying on the towel further in front. He said "lose one view, but gain two . . . no problem." Late afternoon soon rolled around and people started to leave the beach. The woman to the left of Erin soon sat up, at which time we could finally get a good idea of the size of her breasts. From my point of view, it appeared they were probably a mid-size C. Her nipples were still very hard, as you could still see them poking through the green T-shirt she had put on. She hadn't bothered to put her bikini top back on. We soon headed back to the cottage for dinner. We prepared some grilled chicken and cooked some vegetables on the stove top. We followed up dinner with a few drinks while watching the limited TV channels that the resort had. The room was equipped with a DVD player, but neither of us had thought to bring any DVD's. My wife wanted to head to bed early, as she knew that a good day at the beach, like we had today, would have her and I horny as hell. As soon as we got into our room, she sat down on the bed, and leaned back. That's when I was shocked to see that she wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt. I knew she had been bending over to get pots and pans out, and I know both Erin and John had been helping in the kitchen, as I was watching the news on TV. So, there was a good chance either one, or both of them, may have gotten a glance of the wife's pussy and ass. This only made me hotter and I quickly had a stiff dick just thinking of their reactions. She made me make sure the door was locked, and as I turned around, she stopped me from heading back to the bed. She had me lean back against the door and slowly pulled my shorts down. She pulled my dick out the opening in my boxers and started to give me a hand job by drooling on my dick. She then knelt down in front of me and started to lick just the tip of my dick, licking in small circles. After about a minute of this, I was going mad, and took my hands behind her head and shoved my dick in her mouth. This caused me to bang my ass back against the door, and for her to gag a little. She quickly recovered, and started taking my dick in and out of her mouth. I loved the way she used her hands at the same time she was sucking me off. It was like a combination blow job and hand job. I could have probably come in five minutes if she kept it up. At the same time she was doing this, I was kneading her breasts through her tanktop, much as that husband on the beach had been kneading his wife's breasts. Now, I was naked, because she had pulled my shorts down, but she still had a tanktop on and her short skirt. I pulled her tanktop sides to the center to expose her DD size tits, taking her left nipple into my mouth. As I did this, I turned her around and pushed her against the door. She now had her back to the door, and it banged again. I sucked on her tits, and slowly moved my left hand up her leg till I had my fingers over her now dripping wet pussy. I had not felt her pussy this wet for some time. I continued just rubbing the outside of her pussy for a few minutes, with her still standing against the door, she whispered down to me "eat me on the bed". This was all the direction I needed, but she wasn't going anywhere. So, I quickly slid up her short skirt, and while she was still leaning against the back of the door, I started to eat her out. God, her pussy was so wet, and her clit was so hard. I licked her clit with my tongue and it didn't take her long to tell me she "needs to lay down" because "my legs are weak". I mumbled back to her "you started me against the door, that's where I'm going to finish you". With this, she started to shake, so I let her start to slide down the door, as I continued my licking of her pussy and clit. My face and chin were now covered with pussy juice and saliva. I don't know if it was because she was lost in the moment or she forgot where she was, or that we had guests, but she started to yell "oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop", so I didn't stop, and she quickly followed up with "fuck, don't stop, don't stop", and "oh my god, don't stop". Not a few seconds later, she was moaning very loudly and pulled my face away from her sopping wet pussy, I'm sure left a spot on the floor. She had a smile a mile long, then quickly covered her mouth and asked "how loud was I". I just told her "don't worry about it, they're probably already in their room, just as busy as we are". I quickly pulled myself up off the floor, and pulled her up as well, we jumped on the bed, where my wife once again started giving me a great combination blow job / hand job. She was going up and down my dick with her lips sucking as deeply as possible. The sight of her face sliding up and down my dick was so hot. I brushed her hair off to the side to get a better view. The "schlok" sound of her going up and down on my dick was getting loud, as she got more aggressive. She looked up at me with this very serious look on her face, then took my dick out of her mouth and said "I want you to fuck me!" She turned around quickly and positioned herself on her back with her legs open. That's when I noticed that she still had on her skirt. It was now hiked up around her waist. I don't know when she took off her tank top, but her tits were laying there flat, like that lady at the beach. Except, in this instance, I knew my wife's tits would very soon be swinging back and forth as I fucked her. Her pussy was still very wet, and my dick was coated with her saliva. It slid easily into her pussy, and I pulled her legs up to be vertical against my chest. I then began pumping her and watching her tits swing back and forth. I didn't last more than five minutes, especially, when she told me "cum on my tits" This was something she had never done, as she always had me just come outside her pussy or on her belly. Hearing those words, I gave a few more thrusts and then pulled out and moved over to her tits, spewing my load all over them. After that workout, I collapsed on the bed, but then got up to get a towel. However, as I returned, my wife was rubbing the cum around her breasts, like the man at the beach had been rubbing the sunblock. I asked her if she needed the towel and she said 'no, it's almost all gone". Stay tuned for part 2 Couple's Vacation in the Caribbean Ch. 02 Be sure to read part 1 before reading this part, as it will give context to the characters. This is based mostly on a true story. Be sure to rate this story, or leave comments (even for improvement), as that will be my only motivation to write more stories. As I climbed into bed, I was about to turn on the TV when I looked over and saw light coming through the bottom of the door. I turned on the TV and we were watching a re-run of CSI, it was about half-way through the episode. The wife fell asleep pretty quick, but I was up through the end of CSI, and when I looked back at the door, the light was now off. I turned off the TV, and let the breeze of the ceiling fan put me to sleep. My wife was the first one up the next morning. She started some coffee, and soon Erin was up as well. Later, I learned from my wife, that John and Erin had been up for a while after we went to our bedroom. Erin kidded the wife about "having fun last night, and her morning glow." She confided in my wife, that her and John had also had some fun last night. My wife had asked where their fun happened, glancing at the couch. Erin quickly responded "no, the bed of course." Which my wife quickly agreed with "of course," remembering the door, and her back against it. Erin also told my wife that she had been really horny that night, which hadn't happened in a long time. She didn't know if it was the Caribbean air, the sights on the beach, or just being away from the stress of work. My wife told her that I, being the typical male, "gets off on checking out the women on the beach, especially the sights of yesterday." She said to Erin that she "first realized it the very first time we went to South Beach." She said as soon as we would get back to the room, he'd rip off his clothes, and he'd head for the shower. Right after that "I couldn't keep him off of me, and we had sex like three times in a row." Ever since then, "I really look forward to those South Beach trips." Erin then said "I know what you mean, I'd certainly look forward to this kind of trip again." With that comment, she put her hand over her mouth, and gave my wife a surprised look. It was right about this time, that I had woken up, grabbed a danish and a coffee, and joined them on the couch. Had I known the conversation they were having, I would have stayed in bed later, especially, knowing that I'd eventually find out from my wife what the morning gossip was. I couldn't believe all this, that my wife was telling me, as we were loading the beach bag in our room. I was like "no way, she said that" and "you're kidding me" multiple times. Knowing that this had transpired, I knew today would be a good day at the beach. What we had learned from past vacations here and at South Beach, was that there are four types of beach girls. The first group, are those that would never even think of going to a topless beach, we'll call those the Puritans. The second group, these are the girls that will go to a topless beach, but they will keep their top on, regardless of how many other women are topless (the Tolerators) or if their friends are topless. The third group, are those that seek out topless or nude beaches, and then the instant they arrive, they can't get out of their top (or more) fast enough (the Exhibitionists). Now, our fourth group is the group I know that my wife belongs to, these are women who have to work up the courage to "experiment" with being topless (the Lioness). The courage may come from being around other topless women, or noticing their own tan lines, and comparing themselves to others with no tan lines. It could also be that they just need to work up the nerve, usually over a few days, to go topless, and only if there are others who are already topless. I know for my wife, her first time was categorized as getting the nerve up (a Lioness). It was our first time in South Beach, and our third day there, she had seen other women going topless, and after seeing a somewhat heavy-set woman take off her top not 20 feet away. She looked at me and said "hell, if she can go topless, I can go topless," and with that, she lifted her around-the-neck strap over her head, and in one quick instant, her gorgeous breasts were exposed for all to see. She's now gotten to the point of the "being around other topless women" gives her the courage. Although, she has a few times, been the one to start the "topless fad." I remember on our last trip, it was almost noon, and there was not a topless sole in sight. There were lots of people, but none topless. My wife didn't want to add tan lines, after getting two good days of sun without a top, so she took hers off, and within a half-hour, there were about ten women in the immediate area who had now taken their top's off. I told my wife "see what you started." Getting back to our current trip, John and Erin were soon ready to go. This was different than yesterday, when we practically had to drag John to get going and get ready to leave. I think he was the first one ready today. So, we locked up the cottage and headed over to the beach. When we arrived, it was just like yesterday, many of the umbrellas and chairs were empty. We decided to do the same setup as the day before, so we had the umbrella in the middle, then facing the ocean, we had Erin & John on the left, and my wife and I on the right side. I quickly glanced around and saw a topless couple down our line of chairs, and another up front, laying out on a blanket. The one laying out on the blanket, was not technically "topless" as she was laying on her front, but had the strings of her bikini untied and laying to the sides. We'd have to keep an eye on her to se what she did when she rolled over or got up. About an hour after arriving, a group of five college girls setup their towels a bit off to the left in front of our chairs. I think this was their first day to the beach, as one of the girls was surprised when she saw the woman down the end of our row topless. They were southern girls, as you could tell from their accents when they spoke. One of them had on a Texas A&M oversized t-shirt, so maybe they were from there. Of the five girls, two were tall, probably at least 5' 10," I thought they could easily perhaps play on the basket ball team, if they had one. These girls both had long straight light brown hair that went probably about 4 - 6 inches below their shoulders. When they took off their cover ups, it appeared they both had a B cup size breasts. The other three girls all had dark brown hair that did not extend beyond their shoulder blades, two were average height, probably around 5' 5," while the other was lucky if she was around 4' 10," maybe 5'. One of these taller girls was very flat, with probably an A cup, while the other was definitely a solid B, perhaps even pushing a C cup. Now the shorter one, she had to be a C cup, because although she was petite, she had a rocking body. As this group of girls settled down, all eyes were upon them. One of the girls who was about 5' 5," glanced back over at the topless woman, then spoke with her friend for a few short seconds. The thing I heard was "no you won't." And with that, she took another glance toward the topless woman, then slowly untied her top at the back of her neck. You could feel the excitement build, as she pulled that knot undone. She laid down with the bottom portion still tied. She then rolled over onto her front, while holding her top up the best she could. I could've sworn I'd seen a nipple slip as she settled down. It was then that she untied the back bottom string and let it slide to the side of her. By this time all her friends had also settled down and were now a mix of laying on their backs and fronts. So, we now had two women up front who were laying on their fronts, with their bikini's fully untied. The woman who had already been laying there for some time, talked with her husband or boyfriend, who then pointed over in the direction of the topless lady at the end of our row. The woman up front then raised herself onto her elbows to get a better look. After being satisfied that she wasn't going to be alone, she said something to her husband/boyfriend, who then pulled a bottle of sunscreen from their bag. The woman then fully sat up, leaving her bikini top behind on the towel, as she squeezed lotion out of the bottle and started to spread it on her chest. Her husband just watched as she did this. It took just one brush of her hand over her breast, for her nipples to get hard. I could see this, as she was sitting at about a 45 degree angle to me, so I had a perfect view of her right breast, and an almost outline view of her left breast. She didn't appear to be too tanned, so there were no sharp tan lines to speak of. It was at this point that I was startled by a loud noise to my left. It was Erin who had just smacked John on the arm with her People magazine. She claimed she was "just trying to kill a bug," but I'm sure it was really to wake him from the stare he had focused on the lady up front. I think the noise also woke up one of the college girls up front, as she looked around, then nudged her friend, the one who was laying on her front with her top undone. She pointed over in the direction of the lady who was applying the sunscreen. I can only guess she said something like "look another one." Her friend just said "so, what's the big deal." I went back to reading my magazine, when all of a sudden, some movement from the college girls area caught my attention. The woman who had her bikini untied, was looking around and was now positioned with her head resting on the palms of her hands, and her elbows directly in front of her. From my vantage point I could not see anything beyond her arms, but anyone positioned on her side would surely be able to see her tits hanging down in full view. She stayed like this for about 5 minutes, then her elbow probably got tired, because she rolled over on her back and pulled her bikini out from under her. It looked like she was going to put it back on, but then she reached behind her and put it in her bag. Her friend alerted the other girls, all of whom then started giving her a clap. This only made sure all eyes were on her now. She acted casual about being topless, but quickly grabbed her sunscreen and sprayed it all over her chest area. She had her back toward us now, but as she turned from side to side to spray the sunscreen on her sides, we were given brief glimpses of those great B cups. Her friend was one of the tall girls, as I could tell when she stood up. Her and the short girl went down into the water to cool off. They were down there for about 10 minutes. As they returned, the short girl walked over to the topless girl of the group, after a little talking, she then proceeded to unhook the front of her bikini top, I guess it had one of those clasps like a bra that hooks in front. Well, she soon had it undone, and we were treated to views of her breasts as she sprayed sunscreen all over them. She then pulled the top off both shoulders, and threw it over toward where she had been laying. Only. it didn't make it that far. It hit one of the other girls who was laying on her back. This girl then looked over and gave her friend a clap in the air, and yelled to her "you're such a show off." To which the short girl yelled back "you're always free to join Kara and me." There, we knew who the first topless girl was; Kara, what a lovely name. . . Given all the goings on in the group, all of the girls were now laying on their back side, propped up on their elbows looking out toward the ocean. One of the three girls who still had their bikinis on, and who had what looked like a good base tan, made a comment to the other two girls and said something that sounded like "watch - you do it like this and no tan lines." I thought for sure, we were now going to get to see the full display, but nope. She undid the top of her bikini around her neck, then re-tied it about two inches above the bottom strap of the bikini. So it now looked like these three girls were wearing those 80's style bikinis that didn't have a top strap, but just one large back strap. It was almost lunch time by now. We all decided to go in the water to cool down first, then we'd head back to the snack hut and grab some sandwiches. We were all just floating there in the water for a few minutes, when the whole group of college girls started heading down to the water. The short one didn't bother to put her top back on, but the other girl did. This was a much better view then we had on the beach, as now these girls were maybe only about 10 feet away. The short topless girl had a nice base tan on her breasts, so it looked like she had done some topless tanning, but probably at a tanning salon. Her friend who had first gone topless, was very light, so by going topless now, she could get a nice full all-over tan, and never have to worry about tan lines. I could tell that all of us were sneaking glances at these girls, but Erin in particular was probably checking them out even more than her husband John. Erin and my wife wanted to head back in as they were hungry. We grabbed our sandwiches from the snack hut, then headed back to our chairs. We all sat around the little cocktail table near the umbrella and ate and talked. When we were picking up and throwing the trash out, I glanced over at the college girls, only to see that they were posing for pictures together, and we didn't have just two topless girls, we now had three. They were making crazy poses and jumping around for their pics. The other two girls, still had both their bikini straps tied behind their backs like before. My wife and Erin were applying more sunscreen, when my wife noticed she was getting a defined tan line where her strap crossed her shoulder blade and went behind her neck. She said to Erin "I'm going to tie mine like those two up there" gesturing toward the college girls. Erin said "I'll do the same then." My wife undid the strap behind her neck, and asked me to tie it behind her back, which I gladly did, as did John with Erin's. The one thing I failed to appreciate about having a bikini tied like this, is that the fabric, which is made to normally lay flat against the skin, when the bikini is worn as it is supposed to, now, instead it bunches out away from the skin. So, when you look at the person facing you, you don't see anything. But, if you look at them from the side, you can almost fully see into the bunched out fabric of the bikini. Doing so, I thought I could almost make out my wife's nipple, which looked like it was erect. If the bikini was creating a view like this on my wife, maybe it would look similar on Erin. I casually looked her way, but all I could make out was the side of her cleavage, which was just as much as you could see when her bikini was worn the normal way. I chalk this up to the fact that my wife's bikini was a light yellow, so it let more light in, whereas Erin's was a dark green, so it let in virtually no light. As we're now all laying there and checking out the sights, it made me thirsty. I asked the others if they wanted anything to drink, then headed up to the snack hut. On my way there, I passed the 30-something couple that had been seated next to us the day before. They both said "Hello," which I also did. I watched as they made there way over to a set of chairs, this time to the side of where my wife and I were sitting. I brought the drinks back to our area, and noticed that the 30-something couple was up in the water. My wife said they greeted them when they arrived, and exchanged pleasantries with the couple, just the normal "beautiful day" and such. After having a few sips, John and I headed up to the water to cool off, while the ladies stayed behind. As we were walking into the water the 30-something woman was walking out, but her husband was staying behind in the water. She said "Hello boys" as she passed us. We both responded a "hello" back. As John and I were chatting in the water, we were talking about how great this resort was. Upon hearing us, the 30-something husband asked if we had been to "Sunset Seafood." He said it was a seafood restaurant off the resort, that had killer seafood and great views of the sunset. We then got to chatting about if they had been here before, which they had not, and where else they had vacationed before. We were up there in the water for at least 30 minutes or so. I felt my back getting hot, so I headed back in to put some sunblock on. John stayed in the water with Paul, as we had now found out his name. His wife's name was Allison and they were from Dover, Delaware. As I made my way back up toward our chairs, I couldn't help but take in the beautiful sight of those five college girls. Three of them were still topless, with the other two having their bikinis only tied behind their backs. They were all sitting up eating some chips and chatting. By the time I made it back to my chair, they had gotten up from their towels and and were heading to the water, only this time the girl who had previously put on her top to go to the water, had left it back on the beach, maybe because she had more company this time. Anyways, I was kicking myself for getting out of the water, as now Paul and John had the best view all day. Later this night, I'd also be kicking myself for interrupting the conversation that Erin and my wife were having with Allison at the time. As I got closer, my wife said "say hello to Allison," I said hello and said I'd been chatting with her husband, Paul up in the water. Allison responded that "he'll probably spend all day up there." I remarked back, "he must really like the water." Allison responded "or something else like that." This made both Erin and my wife start laughing, so I guessed I wasn't in on the joke. As I settled back into my chair, the ladies went back to their magazines. This time each of them were reading Cosmo, Erin had this months issue, and my wife was catching up on reading last months. John and Paul came back to join us shortly after the college girls had returned to laying out on their towels. Erin asked John "so how's the water?" He responded with "great, you really should take a dip." "Maybe later" Erin said. Before Paul could settle into his chair, Allison asked "can you untie me, i think I tied it too tight." So, Paul sat behind his wife on the lounge chair and began to untie the white bikini top that Allison was wearing, the strap behind her neck came untied easily, but, the one across her back was giving even Paul some trouble. So now, Allison was in a siting position, with her bikini top hanging below her gorgeous firm tits. Her nipples were erect from having had the fabric of the top brush across them. It didn't help that Allison had also pinched the left one to get some sand off it. After about a minute, he was able to get it untied. She then asked him to put some sunscreen on her. Paul started with her back, then began working it into her sides, slightly rubbing it over the sides of Allison's breasts. Allison then asked my wife, who was closest to her "did he get it all?." My wife took a look over at her, as did we all, and said "I think he might have missed a spot on your lower right." Allison then took the sunscreen bottle, and squirted some drops on her shoulders, arms and chest, and said to Paul "please be a dear, and rub the rest in, I don't want to get it all over my hands, as it makes the ink in my magazine run." Paul gladly did as his wife asked, starting with her shoulders and working around her neck. He soon had his hands coming down the top of her shoulders and onto her breasts. As he did so, we heard a sigh come from Allison. Paul certainly heard it as well, as he was now grasping his wife's slippery tits in his hands and working that sunscreen all over them. He was bringing his hands under her breasts from each side, and slowly meeting in her cleavage area, then opening his hands and cupping each breast, kneading it in his hands.