Perfect suntan

The sun beats down and she wants that perfect glow, the kind that turns her skin to gold. Blonde stretches out on the towel while brunette uncaps the bottle. Baby oil spills thick and slick across her back. Finger tips press it in slow, careful circles, sliding from shoulders to the small of her back, then lower. The brunette leans close, her own body still pale, still waiting. She works the oil into every inch she can reach, kneading it deeper each time her hands come up. The blonde arches, sighs, spreads her legs just enough to let the sun kiss the insides of her thighs. The brunette smiles, pours more, and starts again. Two girls, skin to skin, one pair of hands doing all the work while the sun watches.