a day as someone else

A guy walks by, a rather cute, tan one with mousey-brown hair that had been tosseled in the wind. You take your chance and seductively call out,

"Hey, come over here!,"
He stops, and stares right at you, confused. The expression on his face clearly said "Me?", which almost made you laugh aloud.
"Yes, you,"
He walks over slowly, a grin flashing on his face.
"How may I serve, lovely lady?" he says teasingly, and starts to check you out.
"Slather some sunscreen on my back, pleae, and maybe even the...sides," you respond. His grin becomes wider, and he kneels next to you. He grabs the bottle of sunscreen, and starts to slather some on your back, making sure to tickle you. You giggle; his hands were teasing and also soothing to your skin as he massaged your back.

Then, his hands started to move to your sides, a hair's breadth away from your bare breasts. You lick your lips as he finishes, and glance us as he asks,

"Anything else?" and he smiles suggestively.
"Well...," you consider, playing with him.
"If you're free, my place is open...,"