"Me, me, I go first!" Yulia jumps from her stool and rushes first to a lounge chair, leaving me with her special bottle of sunscreen. I can see her plush rear bouncing at every step, pulling my attention from the others like a polarizing magnet.
"Well, she called shotgun," Lorette looks at Natasha and Sky with a wry smile before following and assuming their positions on the other three chairs.
I stare at the bottles of sunscreen before me. Soon, my hands will run their springy, elastic skin, feeling the softness yield to the grooves of my hands, sink between my fingers, and relish the reactions they could give me.
Intrusive thoughts bash against the gates of my self-control. My heart pounds at the prospect of being pardoned for mishaps and slip-ups under the pretense of "massaging".
Sweat pours harder than when I cleaned the chairs. My steps ring in my ears as I approach the turned-over Yulia resting on her stomach, open back facing me. Cold, slimy lotion hydrates my hands with a stinging chill.
"I'm," I start, failing to find words as I stare at Yulia's slim, frail-looking back. Can't be possible; her breasts are smushed and peaking from the sides of her torso, "I'm going to start now..." I repeat, more for myself than Yulia, who's smiling at me patiently.
"Your eyes are a bit scary, Jona," Yulia says with a giggle, wiggling her body like a worm to get into a more comfortable position, which happens to coincide with the distance between us. "The sun doesn't even have to do anything to melt me!" She'd add.
"Sorry..." I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment, calming myself down. Get a grip. You're going to lather up and cover every inch of her body to minimize melting away her body. Make sure she's properly loosened and taken care of. "Okay, I'm ready now."
"Ready when you are!" She'd say, before tensing up at the initial contact of my palms across her shoulder blades.
My motions start across her shoulders, traps, and neck, pressing firmly to agitate the muscles and release stress. Kirie taught me some basic-level-massaging, and I'm planning to let some of that shine here.
Her arms were easy enough to lather and loosen across the forearms and biceps, making quick work of it.
"Mnnh... that's a little painful, but makes sense...!" Yulia squeaks as I make my way down her spine, pushing my thumbs against the sections on each side, then make dragging motions outward from the edges of her shoulder blades.
I make my way down to her waist, letting the entire span of my hands cover each side with the lotion. "Oh... that feels so good, Jona..." She'd mewl, gasping, and squirming her hips.
If I were in front of that rear, it'd be over. (Un)Fortunately, I positioned myself to the side of the chair for my own safety.
Stress built up around the mid and lower back, which makes sense for anyone, but doubles for women, who carry great assets around daily. Even more so for these four.
I move past her rear after giving it a few rotations across its soft globes, but never deeper. I move down to her legs and calves, giving them an easing massage all the way down to her entire foot. "Hauuuu..." Yulia sighs in a high, almost childlike tone. Haven't heard that from her... ever, really. "Feels so nice..."
"Do I also do your front?" I'd ask as Yulia groggily flips herself around, seeing her glossy skin heave up and down, fat and curves straining her white and blue bikini.
"Mmmmh... You have the others to tend to... I'll take it from here..." She'd eke out her reply all dreamily and short of breath, waving me away.
I don't really have a particular order in mind, so I'll head over towards the one I see first... which is Lorette. Our eyes would meet, and if those sharp-foxlike eyes could smile, it did; then they beckoned me without so much as a word. I guess Lorette's next.
"Am I getting the same treatment, poolboy?" She'd coo with that low tone that scratches the back of my brain so effectively. Shivers ran down my spine just from it.
"I... guess so?" I mutter in reply, unable to form a proper response. She'd lie on her back, and I'm presented with the thin zipper of her emerald one-piece running all the way down to her tailbone.
My heart feels like it's running at a speed past the limit of a national expressway.
"Good. Make it thorough." Lorette sighs, as if her tension leaves in my presence. I sit across from her and resolve to unzip her one-piece in one smooth motion. "Cheeky." She'd wiggle her rear for comfort, the looseness conforming to her lagging rear.
It looks so... slappable.
Before I realized it, my hand was already on a singular cheek, idly groping it.
"Bad." Lorette mewls, using her toes to reach for my chin, raising it to make me look at her, side-eyeing me with a half-lidded look that could make any man fall in love. "Do your job, pool boy." She'd reiterated with those glassy green eyes, before letting me go.
"Sorry..." I mutter an apology as I lather my hands with sunscreen once again, this time the one Natasha gave me, which is most likely for the other three.
Like Yulia, I start across Lorette's neck, pressing down and motioning outward to loosen her traps and shoulders. "Mmmnn... that's good..." She'd reply, letting me do more as I give her arms and biceps a good loosening as well.
"Moving down to your upper back." I'd let her know as I start to trace the familiar shape of the shoulder blade, giving it a thorough lining, before drilling pressure across her spine to release the built-up stress from carrying her heavy barrels of dryad milk.
"Yes... yes... ugh..." The massaged dryad moans at my ministrations, squirming a little in response before her body mellows down completely. "Move lower..." She'd request, shaking her hips side to side.
I'd make my way down her spine before her tailbone, feeling the build-up across her hips. "Ow, ow, ow, right there..." She'd clarify when I got near her rear, and I'd slowly pressure down and direct them outward, feeling it loosen after a few seconds of focused treatment. "There, awh, that feels great..." in repetition is all I needed for validation.
After feeling the tenseness dissipate, I reapply some more oil into my palms and finally massage her rear. It's big and malleable. I needed to make many rotations before finally coating everything. Her legs were also so thick that I needed both hands to wrap around properly.
I'd move to her calves and ankles, and after destressing them, she too would exhale in pleasure and relief, turning around with a light breath. "Go on, pool boy. Serviceable." She'd shoo me away, too, wherein I find Natasha, who hasn't turned around yet.
"I... would you like to turn around, Miss Nat?" I ask, taking a drink of her thick appearance. If I had to compare, Lorette was more of an excess abundance on raw display, while Natasha was also meaty in the same aspect, but tighter around her form as if she's molded into a more humanely shaped hourglass.
"Mmm... are you suuure~?" She'd giggle, smiling at me with the same gaze from last night, twisting her torso left to right, making her brown-gold bikini jostle with the large, sloshing dairy factory beneath.
"Wouldn't it be harder for you to... massage your back?" I'd say, suppressing my gaze, and my not-so-slick erection.
"Well, yes, but I know what you like, darling..." She'd press her boobs together, forming the deep cleavage my face was in just hours earlier. My skin crawls, and a fire that's kept deliberately small within starts to grow fiercer.
"Please, just... turn around so I can make it easier for you..." I wouldn't yield, however, and motioned her to flop back like a pancake so my work could start. I apply another coating of sunscreen and make quick work across her neck and arms.
She was far more sensitive across the skin, unlike the other two, deliberately moaning, shifting, and sauntering closer and closer towards me as I went down her spine and relieved the burden from behind her shoulders and her chest.
Her body must be holding a lot of unkempt and mismanaged stress to be this sensitive... and the normal reaction is that it'd hurt. Yet Natasha moaned... as if it felt good.
Before I realized it, I was already at Natasha's calves and had strong-armed her entire back of stress out like an ironing press. She looked like a melted puddle of vanilla ice cream in a bowl, all laid out on the lounge chair.
"Okay, I'm done..." I say, words drowned out by Natasha's gasping, twitching, and moaning.
My eyes meet with Sky, who's seemingly intently looking at me, or us, eyes wide open like saucers. She turns away as Lorette comes around to massage sunscreen onto her with some resistance at first, before melting into submission soon after.
They've all been done. I'm safe... for now.
"I'm done with everyone... let me just change into swimming trunks upstairs." I audibly tell everyone across the chairs, washing the sunscreen off my hands in the drink bar, before making my way back into the mansion.