Climbing out, I let the water pour off me, pausing at the ladder's top to arch back, running my hands down my sides to squeeze my ass. His knuckles whitened on the chair arm.
I went back to my spot, grabbing the sunscreen bottle with deliberate slowness, squirting it onto my palms before rubbing it into my belly, then up to cup my t**s, thumbs circling the hardening peaks. A mom nearby huffed and turned away, but I kept going, parting my legs as I worked it lower, then dipping my fingers under the waistband to stroke my folds openly.
The sun climbed higher, baking the deck, and the crowd shifted…lunch breaks, shade seekers. Zayn made his rounds, stopping longer near me each pass, his shadow lingering. “Need help with that?” he murmured, close enough for me to smell his sunscreen and swe
