Mary took her time slathering generous amounts of screen on her front, her breasts deforming malleably as she rubbed into them. She even ran lotion-covered fingertips up under the edges of the fabric.
Then she clipped the top clip back in place, squishing her breasts back into place. Honestly, the suit showed (marginally) less flesh this way, but I thought it was way sexier.
Then Mary unclipped the center clip.
Now there was a single long opening in the front of her suit, from below her navel, up to where her clavicles met. Her hands slid lotion across her softly rounded belly, and then her fingers dipped unnecessarily deep under the fabric at the bottom.
As she clipped the middle clasp closed again, I realized that I unconsciously had rubbed about four layers of sunscreen over my stom
