Bette gingerly picked up the bottle of oil and drizzled some straight on to Tina’s back. Tina let out a noise, halfway between a contented sigh and a satisfying moan.

‘How does that feel?’ Bette asked, in her signature softly provocative voice.

‘Feels gooood’ The ‘good’ came out a lot more Southern than Tina normally spoke these days, but the more relaxed she was the more strongly her Southern roots tended to make themselves audibly noticable.

Bette really did hate the oil, not only was it greasy and virtually impossible to rub off but she worried about Tina in the sun with so little SPF protection. They’d had the argument many times before and as Bette was never willing to concede and wear any sunscreen herself she had long given up on trying to convince Tina that SPF 4+ was just about as effective as wearing nothing at all. Much as she hated the oilshe had to concede that it was incredibly erotic slowly massaging the oil into Tina’s back. The warmth of Bette’s hands was heating up both the oil and Tina’s skin as she worked it slowly but firmly up and down her back. She slipped her hands underneath the top join of the bathing suit making sure Tina was covered neck to calf, she glistened in the sun and Bette surveyed her wife’s body appreciatively.

‘Turn’ she commanded softly.

Tina did as she was instructed and turned over slowly. Starting at her ankles Bette continued working the oil into Tina’s front, as she climbed further and further up Tina’s leg, Bette’s strokes became lighter, frustrating Tina slightly. But if she thought she was frustrated by the light strokes approaching the apex of her thighs she was about to be driven mad as, just as she had done on her back, Bette reached under the material of the bathing suit to cover those areas underneath the white fabric.

Tina wanted to moan, wanted to grab Bette’s teasing hands and put them right where she wanted them, but she had started a game she was not willing to lose just yet and she had a feeling Bette would end up where she wanted her sooner or later. So Tina told herself to wait and resisted to temptation to buck her hips up at Bette, contenting herself instead to breathing deeply as Bette continued upward.