“Let’s say I was hopeful.”
“Where’s the suntan lotion?”
“Back at the picnic site.”
“I’d better get it.”
“David…” he whined.
“I burn easily.”
“Oh, all right. Wait here and I’ll go get it.” He held up his shorts with one hand and rushed back to where we’d had lunch.
It didn’t take very long before he returned. “Turn around and stand up, and I’ll smooth the lotion on your back.”
He started at my shoulders, worked his way down my back to my ass, my thighs, my calves. Then he stepped around and began to do my front.
The lotion had a strange odor, and I took the bottle from him. “This isn’t the brand I usually use.”
“A friend recommended it.” He paused and touched the scars on my thigh tentatively.
“Do these scars deter you? Would you rather not have sex?”
“No! Why would you think that?”