20. What the hell is going on back there?

"Mhmm," Wanda nodded, taking the last sip from her melting cocktail.

"Though I don't think I'll do the acrobat routine. Let me spread out a towel." She skipped over to her things, which she'd left near the stairs, and quickly shook out a beach towel on the other side of the hot tub from the chairs where there was more room.

"Do you have your own sunscreen, or do you want to use ours?" I asked.

"What strength is that?" she asked as she slipped down onto the towel on her stomach, her amazing ass doing a 'hungry bum' act and eating at her cotton shorts a bit.

"SPF 60," I said.

"OK, yeah we can do yours," she said. "I need at least 60, sometimes 75."

Wanda shifted her blonde hair out of the way, gathering it over her shoulder and then folded her arms under her head as she rested it sideways. "OK, ready," she said.

I quickly sprayed down her back and started the same way I had with Cassidy, my thumbs aligned on her spine and her lower back, and my hands wrapping around her waist.

Now, this wasn't the first time I had rubbed sunscreen on a woman who wasn't Cassidy - the variety spread from helping out my sister and mother, to Cattie on a beach day after San Diego ComicCon (though she'd been wearing a way less revealing bikini that time).

This was, however, the first time one of those women had moaned audibly and her skin had immediately goose-pimpled at the first few touches.

"Oooooh, fuck, Cassidy," Wanda groaned. "You weren't lying. Robbie, your hands are amazing!"

"I try," I said, not sure what else to say.

The other girls were laughing, and Wanda played it up a bit, moaning louder and making it even more sexual on purpose for a minute, then faking an orgasm, which set all the ladies off in a snorting and giggle fit.

"What the hell is going on back there?" JC called from the captain's cabin.

"Just Robbie giving Wanda a big orgasm, honey," Terra called to her boyfriend. "Cattie's next, then I'm after her."

"Oh, that's all?" he joked. "Well, alright. Yo, Robbie, make sure you tickle behind her right knee, she loves that."

"Oh my god, Juan Carlos!" Terra laughed, covering her face with her hands.

"What, is that your naughty spot?" Cassidy giggled and asked.

"No, that's like the most ticklish spot on my entire body," Terra said. "Robbie, if you touch me there you might literally get kicked in the face, and it won't be my fault. It'll be full instinct."

"Noted," I laughed.

I'd made my way up Wanda's back, running my hands smoothly and firmly along her skin, wrapping my fingers around her side. She was that level of fit that I didn't see her ribs, but I could still feel them as I ran my fingers across her. I worked around the ties of her bikini, which were just white strings and proved little hindrance, and got to her shoulders.

"Fuck," Wanda muttered as I slid my thumbs across her shoulder blades, "For real though, Robbie. That isreally good. You've kind of got me getting sleepy here - is it weird if I actually moan a little bit? I swear I'm not trying to make it a sexual thing."

"It's all good," I assured her quietly.

Wanda sort of wiggled down, almost like a dog settling into the spot, and closed her eyes as she let herself drift in my hands. And she did moan, just a little here or there, as I worked her shoulders, and then down her arms.

When I moved back to do her legs I thought she might have actually been asleep, but she helpfully lifted her feet for me to start there, and her toes slowly flexed and curled as I worked sunscreen into her feet and massaged her soles and heels, then made my way up her ankles, calves and to her thighs.

I was getting closer and closer to her ass, her legs spreading apart and those cotton shorts she was wearing starting to press against her.

When I was about halfway up her thighs she shifted, and I thought she was done for a moment but instead I found she was just raising her hips and she slid the shorts halfway down her thigh. "Help me out?" she mumbled.

So I did, pulling her shorts off and leaving her clad in a matching small bikini bottom to her top. It barely covered half of her juicy ass cheeks, each other like it was carved from flexible marble and smooth.

"Don't be shy," Wanda said. "You can touch my butt. Sometimes it feels like half the internet sends me disgusting photos and messages about it."