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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode I - The Tryout
Part: 11 of 16
Summary: When Rachel's swim tryout takes an unexpected turn, she gets
stuck in a spiral of arousal and embarrassment.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel had to pull off her gloves to open the bottle of sunscreen.  She
didn't recognize the brand but didn't care at this point.  Her skin was
begging for some covering.  The burning from the sun was one thing.  But
the lotion would do nothing to stop Eric's eyes from burning into her.
   The scene was practically pornographic.  A hot young woman applying
sunscreen to her naked body while the man looks on.  Rachel was determined
to make it as un-sexy as possible.  She looked at her body trying to pick
the least erotic place to start.  She settled on her arms and shoulders and
would carefully advance from there.  The first squirt blew all her plans
away.  The `lotion' was cold when it landed on her shoulder and immediately
ran down her back to her bottom.
   The cold surprise made Rachel jump, causing her breasts to jiggle.  The
attempt at being un-sexy sure didn't last long.  She looked at the bottle
again.
   **Tropical Transformation brand...tanning oil?** Rachel couldn't believe
it.
   **SPF 3?  I didn't even know it went that low.
   She looked back at Eric but only got a silent grin behind the cold lens
of his camera phone.  He had her cornered again.  If she was going to avoid
a nasty burn, this oil was the only protection she had.  And she had to use
a lot of it.  Procrastinating only made it worse.  So she restarted
applying.
   The oil flowed freely from the bottle.  It started cold, but warmed
quickly as it came in contact with her skin.  It actually felt pretty good
as she rubbed it in.  Her arms and shoulders welcomed the moisture.  Next
was her chest.  She placed another squirt high on her chest and started
rubbing.  She added oil as she worked down her front.  She tried to pretend
Eric wasn't there and just focus on getting covered.  She reached her
extended nipples and forged ahead with only slight hesitation.  Her nipples
responded and she had to suppress a whimper.  There was a lot of real
estate on her breasts so it took a lot of time to completely cover them. 
When she was done she moved down her flat stomach to her waist.
   Then she took a different approach by moving to her feet and working up
her legs.  It felt really good to massage out the muscles in her legs after
the tryout.  But as she approached the tops of her thighs, she paused. 
Rachel desperately wanted to stop there.  She was nervous of what would
happen if she started messing around down there.  After the near miss under
the tree, Rachel felt like she would not be able to control her body.  But
the one place she was trying to avoid was also the place that needed
protection most.  If she started applying between her legs, it would only
end once she had reached release.
   She looked over at Eric again, a pleading expression on her face.  His
mocking grin had been replaced by a look of fascination.  He had pulled a
towel out of his bag and laid it on his lap obviously to cover his
erection. His face wasn't teasing her anymore, only staring.  In eager
anticipation of what was about to happen.  She looked back down at her
body.
   **Would a sunburned pussy really be that bad?
   It would.  She had to continue.  Resigned to finish the job, Rachel
looked away from Eric and spread her feet apart with her knees in the air.
Then she poured some oil on her hand and slid it between her legs.  She bit
her lip to keep from moaning at the first touch.  The feelings that had
been suppressed under the tree came surging back.  The lubricated oil
allowed her hand to easily slide up and down the length of her slit.  She
gave one last thought about trying to fight her body's natural responses.
She could fight it, but did she really want to?  Her eyes met Eric's one
last time.  He watched as Rachel's face transformed from a look of
uncertainty to one of pure unrestrained lust.
   She pulled her hand out long enough to add more oil and this time both
hands slid down together.  She lay back on the lounger and flexed all the
muscles in her body.  Even her toes were curling.  She pulled her arms
together causing her breasts to bulge up obscenely.  One hand slid up her
oily body to her breasts and kept sliding back and forth between her
nipples, sending a shockwave each time it reached its mark.
   Rachel was officially too far gone.  This time she wasn't worried that
she was outside in full public view.  She wasn't worried that Eric was
sitting just a few chairs away from her.  Something within her wanted to
share this moment with him.  Wanted the moment to last.  Wanted Eric to see
her experience sheer ecstasy.  But the thing that mattered most was sweet
relief; and that was building fast.
   Just then a car door slammed and Eric and Rachel both said "shit" at the
same time.  Rachel snapped out of her bliss thinking Eric's parents were
about to come around the corner and see her masturbating in the backyard
for their son.
   Eric was mad that the pizza had arrived right as Rachel's show was
reaching its climax.
   Rachel rushed to put her gloves back on and turn over on her stomach,
pretending to be asleep.  The buzz of impending orgasm still gripped her
body.  But the fear of being caught had squeezed back in and was keeping
her from falling over the edge.
   Eric texted the pizza guy to quietly come around back.  When the pizza
guy arrived and saw Rachel, he almost broke his silence and he almost
dropped the pizza.
   He quietly slipped around to Eric and whispered, "whoa, dude.  When you
sent me that picture I was sure it was photoshopped.  But she is actually
sunbathing nude in your backyard!"
   Tommy worked after school as a pizza delivery guy.  He had some pretty
good stories of his deliveries.  Sometimes a bored housewife would meet him
at the door wearing just a towel or lingerie.  His best story was of
delivering to a party.  They asked him to bring the pizza through the house
to the back deck where a group of older, slightly overweight women were
naked in a hot tub.  But they got younger and more fit with every retelling
of the story.
   All of Tommy's stories combined didn't come close to the sight before
him.  The same hot girl he had met that morning wearing a tight blouse and
skirt was now a glistening nude sunbather.
   Even though she was lying on her stomach, he could clearly tell she
wasn't wearing anything besides a swim cap and some bright orange gloves.
Her whole body from tip to toe was right there leaving nothing to the
imagination.  It took Tommy three passes up and down her body before he
noticed the little circlet sticking up on her lower back just above the
curves of her firm teenage ass.
   "What's with the gloves and shit?" he asked Eric, as he gave his friend
a fist bump.
   "She said it's her new swim team uniform." Eric was still recovering
from the last few minutes.  "At first I thought it was a joke.  But she was
pretty serious about it.  She must really be dedicated to wear something
like that."
   "Damn", Tommy replied, "If that's what they're wearing these days; I've
got to start watching more swim competitions."
   Eric nodded then absently muttered "Wait til you see the video I just
took"
   Tommy looked over at his friend and shook his head.  "You lucky dog.  I
still can't believe you have that hot piece of ass staying at your house. I
would be all over that.  Some guys have all the luck."
   Eric looked over at the girl.  Even though her body was maturing
quickly, he still saw the childhood friend in lots of her mannerisms.  He
got a kick out of teasing her because it was so easy.  She was acting so
brave.  When she was standing at the door, he knew how hard it was for her
to turn around and show herself to him.
   Her naïve innocence shone through when she was applying the tanning oil.
She was a trusting person, almost too trusting.  Her personality allowed
her to be manipulated into doing things other people wouldn't dare.  How
else could he explain her showing up on his doorstep wearing nothing but a
belt, cap and gloves?
   But he knew her limits, and he didn't want others taking advantage of
her.
   "You better get going before she wakes up."
   "Hell, no.  I want to see more of this" Tommy's voice was getting louder
as he started to sit down.
   Eric was worried that, in her current fragile state, seeing Tommy there
would be too much for Rachel.  He didn't want her to know he had invited
Tommy over because then she would blame him.  "Shhh.  Consider this your
tip.  Don't make me call your manager."
   "OK, fine" Tommy wasn't happy he had to leave, but he did have to get
back to work.  So he gave Eric another fist bump and walked back around the
house, staring at the girl in the lounger the whole way...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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