Rachael shrieked playfully and shifted away from Andrew on the lounger as his fingers began to caress the soft skin on the side of her breast.  “Ticklish!!” she giggled,  smiling over her shoulder at him as she rolled up onto one hip, leaving her bikini top on the lounger behind her.  Rachael paused for a few moments before swinging her legs back up onto the lounger and reaching for the sunscreen, spreading it nonchalantly over her slender, shapely legs.<br/><br/>“Absolutely,” she agreed, settling back on the lounger and pushing her sunglasses back down onto her face.  “Fabric equals tan lines,” she frowns.  “I hate tan lines.”  That much was evident from the golden tan on every inch of Rachael’s now fully-exposed torso.  She smirked at Andrew, wondering a little if her toplessness would make him uncomfortable, but honestly not really caring whether or not it did.<br/>