The sunscreen makes me glisten, though I was already
beginning to do so just from the sun’s heat. I spread it all
over, being sure to let him see how I tucked it under my top and
massaged my inner thighs. I lifted first one leg and then the
other (a little Jane Fonda workout, here!) as I did the backs of
the calves.

Just as I was finishing my front, my audience got up from
his chair and walked over–a bit stiffly, as he was trying to
hide a nice erection. His buns hardly wiggled as he walked–a
real nice ass. He offered to put the oil on my back (men are SO
predictable!). Well, I thought I’d let that one linger a bit as
I opened a Calistoga and gave it a nice suck, and then found out
his name was Bill, that he had gone to the same JC as I, and that
he was indeed a few years younger than me. I handed him the oil
and flipped over onto my stomach. I reached behind and undid the
knot at my back and asked him to go ahead.