Michael
Charlotte’s still giggling at her joke, having managed to drag me into the pool. I thought she’d come out in some micro-bikini, but in fact, she’s rather sensibly dressed in shorts and a top.
“No bikini?”
“I have to be careful in the sun. I don’t go uncovered too much,” she says, rubbing sun-block into her pale skin….
…. Sensible girl….
And to me, my pale-skinned, Celtic redhead, looks far more interesting than any number of over-tanned beach blondes…. although it occurs to me that I may well be an over-tanned beach blond myself in short order.
…. That top she’s wearing is a bit thin….
“Here, let me do your back. The sun will get through that wrap.” She passes me the tube. It’s the stuff they sell for small children.
“Factor 30? You’re not aiming for a tan then?”
“I don’t tan. I’m a red-head.”
…. Even more sensible…. nice to know you’re looking after yourself….
Then as I rub in the cream over her back and slip fingers down inside the top of her shorts, she winces….