"Young lady!" I said. "That bathing suit will not be
worn again, and you need to put your t-shirt back on if
you want to swim."
Carrie looked at me with an astonished expression. "Aunt
Sandy? " She said. "What's wrong with it."
"What's wrong with it?!" I replied. "I guess nothing if
you are trying to look like a slut and show everything
you have."
She looked at me very seriously. "I am not a slut." She
said, "And if it was allowed, I wouldn't even wear a
suit. I like the way I look and I like it when people
check out my body."
Then she stood, grabbed her things and began walking
away. I almost let her go, but then I realized that what
I said may have sounded pretty mean.
"Carrie!" I yelled as I followed her, pacing myself just
a little faster than her so I could catch up. "Come back
here Carrie. I'm sorry."
She stopped with her back to me, one hand on her hip and
her head cocked to one side. As I approached her, I put
my hand on her shoulder and said, "I shouldn't have
called you a slut. I'm sorry."
She turned to face me and gave me a look of
understanding. "I won't wear this suit anymore. It's
about a year old. Maybe I've grown out of it." Then she
pushed her chest out and wiggled her shoulders, trying
to make her breasts look bigger. We both laughed and
returned to our towels for some sun bathing.
We were sharing a bottle of tan lotion and talking when
Carrie offered to put some on my back. I agreed and sat
with my back to her, but she suggested I lay on my
stomach. The warm sun felt nice and as Carrie began
massaging the cool lotion onto my back, I became very
relaxed. Her soft hands were soothing and felt very nice
as they preformed a wonderful massage on my back and
shoulders. As she worked her massage down to my ass, she
pulled the top of my bikini bottoms down an inch or so
and began massaging lotion around my waste. I felt her
hands slip under my suit bottoms a couple of times and
fingers brush the top of my ass, but I thought nothing
of it. Then she slipped her fingers into each side of my
suit and pulled them into the crack of my ass, revealing
nearly every bit of my ass cheeks.
"Carrie.?!" I said.
"Relax Aunt Sandy." She said. "You don't wanna get big
tan lines."
Actually I might have been too relaxed already. As her
small hands began massaging more lotion onto the cheeks
of my ass, the backs of my legs, and my inner thighs, I
began to enjoy the feeling in a way I never expected. I
became very aroused. I could feel things heating up and
getting moist between my legs. I was almost in a
hypnotic state of mind.
She would use both hands to rub lotion all the way down
my leg, to my ankle, then back up again. Every time her
hands came back up to my hips, she would rub the cheek
of my ass with one hand and my inner thigh with the
other, brushing ever so gently against my pussy each
time. It was all very innocent at first, but then I felt
her fingers pushing against my pussy. It took me a
second to come to reality and realize that she was
intentionally massaging my pussy.
My embarrassment kept me from saying anything. I just
casually rolled onto my back and said, "That's good
enough. Would you like some on your back?"
"Sure." Carrie said, then laid on her stomach with her
arms at her sides.
I squeezed some lotion onto my hands and began rubbing
it onto her back. As I reached the him of her swimsuit
bottoms I paused, looking at her tiny well rounded rear
end.
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