[... Well, it was hardly as if he could just have told her 'no', when she had asked him to. He had just been reading a book in the shade, as everyone else frolicked in the sand and sea. So, slightly uncomfortable but too polite to say no, he had slipped his bookmark into the pages of his book, set it aside, and knelt beside her, pouring the lotion into his hands.]
do a good job and you'll get a prize~ -Juri enticed, arching her back for him in the most calculatingly suggestive way in order to give him more ground to work with. And, of course, she was topless. OF COURSE.-
Ah-- That-- That won't be necessary. [He flushes all the harder, and, if he could have, he might have reached up to fumble with his glasses. With the lotion already on his hands, though, all he can do is move forward, and despite his words, he isn't the kind to ever do less than his best.]
[At the very least, maybe focusing on the task at hand might help him feel a little less flustered. His long, deft fingers work the lotion into her flesh with a deliberate, firm touch, though gentle enough that it shouldn't hurt, almost like a massage. Shoulders, spine, lower back, occasionally pausing to get a bit more lotion when he starts to run low, he pays careful attention to any points of tension, doing what he can to loosen them under his touch.]
I'm, ah-- I'm glad you're enjoying it-- [Even though she wasn't looking directly at him, the dark heat spreading across his cheeks virtually audible, and worse, with the way her bare skin felt beneath his fingertips, the way she was making herself sound, the way her body arched ever so slightly under his touch, it was hard for the teenage boy not to begin to feel stirrings, the beginning of a response that was more than just embarrassment.] Ah-- Do you want me to do the backs of your legs, too? Not that you couldn't reach them, if you wanted to, I mean you're very flexible, but I don't mind if you prefer I do it for you.
A-ah. Alright. [Only making him blush harder, of course-- and, though he nods, he doesn't take the invitation quite the way she intended, instead slowly working up her calf, starting at her ankle, then up the back of one of her thighs.]
-Muscle twitched beneath his hands, and more sounds seem to come from her, indicating that, while it wasn't exactly what she wanted, pleased her none the less.-
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