The more she thought about it, the creepier it sounded.
Here was an absolute stranger that offered to apply lotion on her smooth and somewhat tan body. Of course, it was free, but Jessica did not like the idea of being rubbed all over by an old crone no less, in front of a wide audience. The mere thought made her skin crawl. If it were anyone else than her, she'd have accepted. A cute boy of her age? Absolutely. A toddler? Why not. A hideous old beldam? Out of the question.
"I'm sorry," Jessica interrupted, refusing to meet the kind old lady's gaze, "but like I said, I've already put lotion on my body and I wouldn't want to overdo it on my skin. Thanks, but no thanks. I can deal without it." With that being said, she folded her beach towel in half and packed her belongings. Jessica had planned to stay under the booming heat for a while, but she didn't want to remain with the aged stranger's company - she was stupendously disturbing her. Even with her back turned, Jessica could feel the woman glaring daggers behind her.
Said person was not having it with the young lady's attitude and snapped, grabbing Jessica's arm and prompting her to drop all her stuff on the sand. "It's not very nice to turn your back on an elder, especially one who just offered you expensive suncream." Her voice was void of any emotion.
Jessica shot her a horrifying look as the woman skillfully twisted her arms behind her back like a trained soldier. Jessica's heart skipped a beat once she realized how vulnerable she was and attempted to elude the old bag of bones by sprinting forward. Unfortunately, the sinister old lady had a firm grip on her limbs and didn't allow Jessica to slip from her grasp, tightening her hold to a further extent. The bikini-clad girl resorted to a final alternative for her disheartenment.
"H-HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, hoping to get a passerby's attention. Jessica's eyes narrowed to the nearest individual who was nonchalantly licking his ice cream in peace. "Pl-PLEASE HELP ME!" She tried gaining his attention, but the distance was too great for him to perceive. As Jessica was about to vainly scream again, the crone's hand covered her mouth and blocked her from problematically doing so.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that, sweet-cheeks. It's just you and me," the old woman whispered in her captive's ear.
Jessica's mind raced with overwhelming thoughts, mainly fears of what the old dame was planning to do. Her heart pounded once she spotted the repulsive woman's long fingernails emerge from behind, dangerously hovering close to her bare quivering stomach. 'No, it can't be...she's not planning to...!'
"That's a lovely tummy you have there, dear," the cackling captor complimented, slithering her palm over Jessica's belly like a snake. The youngster frantically giggled at the tickling digits brushing her tender spot, but it looked like the woman was going to do more than just lightly graze her fingers on her stomach. "Oh yes, very nice and soft. To be young again. You and I will have a lot of fun together."
Jessica didn't like the sound of that, but as she was about to shout her defiance, her tormentor's hands wavered over the virgin territory of the blonde's lower tummy, which just so happened to be madly ticklish. She sucked her midriff, but that didn't get her far - the fierce lady's fingers were on array, gently stroking Jessica's hips and triggering blissful, hysterical laughter from the poor teen. The long nails had a dire effect with Jessica's sensitivity.
"Tickle, tickle..." And with those words being pronounced, Jessica's torment commenced.
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