He was in awe of the veritable ‘strip show’ Marti was putting on for him, he could barely keep from standing there and staring rudely at the seductiveness of it.  With each button, each small bit of her body showing more and more he couldn’t help but be aroused, fortunately the baggie shorts he wore covered the inevitable swelling within.  He managed to busy himself with straightening his own towel on the sand as a distraction, but then from his knees he saw her slip the skirt from her hips exposing the wondrous blue one piece suit that was so perfect for her figure, so perfectly covering all the right places and revealing just enough to taunt his admiration.  When she leaned down to retrieve the skirt from the sand he watched intently as the true shape of her ass presented itself to his gaze. He couldn’t help it and a raspy groan escaped his mouth, and though it wasn’t loud he knew she would have heard it, and made him blush.<br/><br/>So, here he is, kneeling before a goddess of wondrous desirability, moaning like a schoolboy at his first date’s kiss, a growing tent in the front of his shorts, and then…what does she do?  She hands him some lotion to put on her back after first languishing herself in places he so wanted to touch himself.  He looks up at her with a smile that shone brighter than the Hawaiian sun and says “Sure, but you’ll need to sit down so I can” not wanting to bring any further attention to the now fairly full erection his body and mind had seen fit to bless him with.  He reached towards her bag and pulled out the towel hanging out of the edge, flung it out and dropped it beside his own, and then patted it lightly in gesture for her to join him with a nervous manly giggle.<br/>