Adrian grabbed the bottle of cream, squirted some into his hand, and asked, "Who wants their back done?"
Nat popped out of the pool, and shouted, "Do me first! Do me first!"
"I can oblige," he replied. Adrian was thrilled that he was going to rub all over Nat's bare skin. He was glad he wasn't wearing a flimsy swimming suit at that moment or it might be obvious he was getting too much enjoyment out of it. Adrian sat up in the lounger and straddled his legs around the sides. Nat wandered up and shook her head back and forth. Her hair fanned out, spraying water all over Adrian. "C'mon Nat, what are you doing?"
"I'm a wet puppy!" she giggled.
"You're lucky you're as cute as one, or I wouldn't let you get away with that."
Nat plopped down in front of him on the wooden lounge chair and flipped her hair one last time at him. She splayed her legs across it just as he had done, and as Adrian began to work on her neck and shoulders, she watched Phina climb out of the pool. Her body glistened, and her suit flattered her form. It was a two-tone wine-and-emerald strapless bandeau top that was strappy across her cleavage. Her matching bikini bottoms had three matching straps across her hips which kept patches of her bare hips exposed along each side. Nat felt an urge to be closer to her unfamiliar friend and piped up again. "I have another idea."
Phina raised an eyebrow, "You girls and your ideas."
"Let's make a train!" She turned to Adrian, "You do me, and while you do that, I can do Phina."
Adrian cleared his throat at her phrasing, but before he could say anything, Phina replied, "Alright, and I'll do Julian."
Emily jumped in, "Oh no, I'm separating the two of you."
Phina rolled her eyes. Back in the locker room, she thought Emily might be cool, but now she was beginning to doubt her chill. "Alright, whatever."
The two of them stacked up on the long seat in front of Adrian and Nat. Julian remained in the water. Emily called to him, like a siren, "Julian." He wasn't sure what to do. When he recognized who Phina had brought along with her, he couldn't help but get a slight erection that tented the front of his trunks. "Julian," she called again, "let's get you lotioned up." That didn't help his cause.
Adrian found his wife's behavior a little peculiar. Was she flirting with this new boy? She appeared to be somewhat familiar with him already. Still, her calls seemed harmless enough on the surface. And once again he dared not speak up, lest he spoil his existing fortune of rubbing lotion into the young beauty sitting in front of him.
Julian at last took a deep breath and pulled himself out of the pool. The weight of the water pulled his suit tight across his frontside and Emily cracked a smile at the obvious shape of his manhood. He tugged at the legs of his trunks and the fabric came away, leaving only an obvious tent behind. He quickly turned around and squatted on the chair, adding himself to the front of the train. He put his hands in front of his crotch to obscure his visible reaction from passersby.
By now the long lounge chair was filling up with bodies and they had to scoot back a bit to fit the new boy on, too. Adrian was already sitting at the back of the lounger, so this only moved all of their bodies closer to one another. Nat slid her butt back and bumped into his crotch. He hoped she couldn't feel his hardness in his pants.
What he didn't know, however, was that he was already out of luck Nat became well aware of the stiff rod that pressed against her backside, but this was a new sensation to her. She knew what was happening, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Was Adrian hard because of his wife's sexy swimming suit? Was it because he was surrounded by bathing beauties? Was it because of her specifically? She admitted that she liked the idea of Adrian being turned on because of her. She also liked the attention she was currently getting from him as his strong hands slathered the oily lotion down her neck and across her shoulders. His ministrations were firm, but gentle. Her eyes closed slightly and she tried to concentrate on Phina in front of her, whom she felt she was also quickly developing a crush on. She enjoyed seeing her new friend topless in the changing room. In fact, she enjoyed being so intimate and vulnerable with all of the women there during that photo. She was recognizing a lot of pent-up energy and was eager for a release. She was definitely going to try and masturbate with her sister Rory again tonight, if she got the chance.
Before Nat, Phina squirted the bottle of lotion into her hands and passed it on to Emily. In front, Julian was feeling awkward trying to conceal his boner from potential onlookers, so he called out to Elle, who still sat by the edge of the pool. "Hey, looks like you're the last one in line. Come sit in front of me."
Elle replied, "There's no more room. I'm not gonna fit."
Emily spoke up, "We can make room. We'll just have to squish." Though there was very little room remaining, they all pressed back further. Adrian groaned, partly out of general discomfort, but partly because Nat was now pressed tightly against his cock. There was nowhere for him to go. Likewise, on down the line, each participant in the train now sat directly in front of the other, hips against hips, asses against crotches. Julian felt a little awkward being so close to this woman whom he had seen topless mere minutes before, but Emily grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in between her legs forcefully.