postcard amelie 08
Amelie bought the beach towel with the tree of life on it and sunbathed on it by the pool for the rest of the afternoon. Most of the branches and roots have to be tucked under the sunlounger so that she can lie on the trunk, over the figure of the woman in the centre.
As a joke you wrap it around her while distracting her with a long kiss. When she realises what you’re doing she begins to struggle, shrieking and looking for all the world like someone resisting being thrown against their will into a pool. For a while she is wrapped up in thin white cloth and heavy black lines, until she manages to kick a leg free and you relent.
“Not funny, Raven,” she says, pouting and sitting cross-legged on the towel.
You can’t keep the innocent smile off your lips. “I thought you liked being wrapped up in me.” Nathan, sunbathing a few yards away, raises his head curiously but doesn’t say anything.
“Not funny.”
Now aware how upset she is you feel a stab of conscience. You sit slowly down on the foot of the sunlounger. As you do, your cute belly rolls over your bikini bottoms, and you half-turn to her to show off your luscious figure. She watches closely from her seated position, eyes sparkling.
“I’m sorry. I promise you’ll never have anything to fear from my ‘roots’. Never.”
The demonstration of your easy sensuality coupled with your sincere-sounding apology seems to mollify Amelie. She nods curtly, and then reaches for tanning oil by the side of the sunlounger. One hand goes out palm up, inviting you to sit in front of her. “Come on. You’re going to burn.”
Perhaps you have nothing to fear from the sun but right now you’re not going to turn down having her hands on all your exposed skin. You shuffle over and plant your bottom between her legs. She squeezes you between her thighs and begins to massage oil into your back.
Before long she’s making very, very sure your belly is protected. The tanning oil means her fingers glide over your skin: skin so soft it compresses and puckers around those fingers like kissing lips. Beneath the surface she eases out knots and tight patches, eliciting groans and gurgles audible over the sound of people playing in the pool. You’ve packed away a lot today so Amelie spends quite some time with you between her thighs and at the mercy of her talented hands. She is very good at putting your innards at ease.
What Nathan makes of all this is anybody’s guess.