[It's almost a shame that there was no more reason to linger on his chest, but as he turns around, she straddles a little below his ass so that she's able to properly rub the sunscreen on his back. She takes her time to massage around his shoulder blades and traces her thumbs down his spine, then eventually edges a little past his boxers again before she backs away to survey her work.]

I, uh, I guess that's it.

[She heaves a sigh while climbing off of him, eventually propping an elbow in the sand, so that she could lie on her side to face him.]

I think I'd like to do this again, sometime, though. Maybe next time we'll actually wear proper swim suits?