Yesterday

The Lifeguard has been smiling flirtatiously at you, which is odd, as despite the tight fitting bikini, you are most definitely male. You ask him to lotion up your back, as you just can't reach it yourself. He looks delighted, and comes shooting down his ladder.

"Ma'am, erm, whatever, I have been praying that you would ask me that," he says laciviously. You hand him the sun-cream, he puts a dollop on his hand, and starts massaging your back. Rubbing it in just that little bit more seductively than is entirely comfortable. Its when he moves his hands around your waist and starts moving south towards your bikini line that you know a decision must be made.