Anon - Rarity Goes to the Beach

>"Excuse me dear, do you think that you could spread some lotion on my back?"
>For fuck's sake
>If you had to rub sunscreen into the flabby bingo wings of one more landwhale...
>You barely look up from the book your face is buried in when you address this chick
"No thanks, I'm kind of..."
>You were horribly mistaken though
>Your jaw goes limp at the sight before you
>Not only is the woman not a landwhale, she's at the very least a ten, do eleven's even exist?
>God, her assets alone were enough to turn the head of ever straight guy in the area
>But besides that, she was...beautiful
>There was no other word for it
"Uh...yeah."
>"Thank you very much...um...what was your name?"
"Anonymous."
>She lays down in the beach chair next to you with her back to the sky
>"Thank you very much Anonymous."
>You take her bottle of coppertone and start unscrewing the cap with a sweaty palm
>Don't sperg out Anon, just spread some of this moist white cream on her back and...
>Fuck
>"Is something wrong?"
"Nope, one second."
>You get the lid off and look down to see that her hair is covering most of her back
>It's purple, your favorite color, and flows in waves over her creamy white skin down to her waistline
>The rolling pattern of her hair reminds you of the surf, and you take a moment to breath in the salty air around you
>Then, with a shaky finger, you blush it aside, accidentally running the fingertip over her shoulder blades
>She coos into the chair at the sudden touch
"So uh, what's your name then?"
>"My name is Rarity, Anonymous."
>You drop a glob of sunscreen above her bikini straps and start to rub it in
"You can just call me Anon."

>Slowly and carefully, you knead your fingers into her skin, making sure to spread the lotion evenly
>It doesn't help you that her ass is still mostly exposed, or that you keep brushing into her bikini strap
>"Oh, I'm sorry dear, let me get that out of your way."
>Before you can protest like a faggot, Rarity reaches around and pulls the cord of her bikini
>The straps fall over uselessly, and she remains in front of you, quite literally topless
>Her back nicely freed up, you resume the rhythmic rubbing of lotion
>There's no way of telling how far down to go, however
>You settle for somewhere in her mid-backish area
"Alright then, I think you're good to go."
>She pouts pleasantly up at you
>"But you didn't get all the way down."
>If you had a collar, you'd be tugging it nervously
"How far down do you want me to go exactly?"
>She bats her eyelids at you and holds up the bottle of lotion again
>"Let's go all the why? Shall we?"
"All the way...right."
>Numb from nervousness, you squirt some more sunscreen into your hand and start spreading it along the top of her asscheecks
>"That's the ticket darling, go a bit lower if you can."
>Any lower and you'll have to start groping her butt
>But if that's what she wants...
>Hesitantly, you use a few fingers on each side to start applying lotion to her smooth white rump
>There are no protests, so you use both of your hands fully to get as much worked in as possible
>And then you start to enjoy yourself a little bit
>You squeeze and massage each cheek, eliciting a content sigh from the purple haired girl
>Her butt is smooth, soft, and firm
>It's all the best adjectives you can think of, and then some
>You never want to stop fondling it
>"Anonymous?"
"What."
>"I think you're out of lotion."
>Suddenly you realize that amidst your fascination with her ass, you were rubbing a pair of dry buttcheeks