Warning! Non-canon Nudity and heavy petting! Innocent eyes look away!

Alexander sat on the ground in his room. He wore the swim trunks that he was just getting used to. He was glad they covered more than James outfit. He thought it was called a speedo? He felt so naked out in the sun with no clothes, and now he understood why. He winced in discomfort, and gasped when Diana placed the aloe on his hot reddened back. The feel of the cool get shocked him with every contact with his tender burnt skin. "Blimey! I though you said this tonic would help me feel better." Diana got the bottle and put more on. "Trust me, it will help. It won't instantly relieve you, Alex. Just have some patience." She swiped the gel all over his red hot skin. "I don't understand why redheads burn so easily. What's wrong with our skin anyways?" She asked using a soft sponge instead to keep pokey fingers off.

The 18th century man sighed, "I really don't know." He turned back to her feeling the gooey gel turning warm from his skin. "In England we always had rain, and never swam. Being this naked was unheard of." Eventually his back was totally covered in the aloe gel. He thought that would be enough, but he felt her finger trace along an unburnt part of his skin. It traced a line from the right to the left. He then felt her whole palm embracing the spot. "Were you whipped when you were alive?" She saw his head bow as if remembering something that he didn't like. He nodded his feather in his hat flicking around as he nodded. "It's fine." He said reaching behind him taking her palm. "That person can't hurt me anymore." He said smiling. He shuddered feeling her feather light touches on his skin. It made him feel butterflies in his stomach. He knew better than to let her keep touching lest she look over his shoulder and see an embarrassing display of arousal.

Diana saw him snatch the bottle. "Alright. It's your turn for some aloe on your skin." She smiled getting happy about the chance for some relief herself. She swept her hair to the side. Once she sat in front of him she got the idea to give the poor sexually repressed man a little eye candy. She felt wrong to tease, but at the same time she loved it. She took the straps of her one piece sliding them down her shoulders. Alexander's flustered breath cut cleanly into her ears. "Diana-w-whu-what are you doing?" Her arms crossed over her chest her breasts in her palms. "Making it easier for you to put it on me. Just don't peek." She looked over her shoulder a flirtatious eye peeking. She saw that he looked blown away.

A shaking hand reached for the sponge placing it against her skin. She gasped at the feeling. Easier for you to put it on. He thought to himself. Yeah right? If anything this was the hardest thing he had to concentrate on. He grabbed the sponge dipping it into the gel, and placing it on her burnt skin. Her sighs, and light gasps were giving him goosebumps which didn't help his burns. He dabbed it on ever so carefully yet trembling at the same time. He then moved to a spot that seemed the reddest, and when he placed a large blob on that spot, he was lost in the vision. She arched her body the small of her back being bent forward, as her head fell back. The way she arched holding her breasts so sensually... was he biting his lip?!

Her hands dropped to her sides shivering as she once again arched. He was doing a good job at not warming it up. Obviously Alexander didn't place the aloe in his lap to warm up the way she did. Still he was putting it on, and she wouldn't complain. It was also fun letting him see her exposed back move. Maybe it was the heat of the moment but she reached behind herself staying straight so he couldn't catch a peek at her breasts. She found what she was looking for and rubbed it feeling it was already stiffened. She rubbed him through his thin trunks. This was a gamble, and it was either going to end in her hand getting swatted away, or be allowed to which she would gladly accept. She felt the sponge slide straight down her back and flopping onto the ground.

The red head couldn't believe this was happening. Was his maid really doing this? It felt to good to be true. He threw his head back, let his hands fall to his side his eyes resting shut. He heard her shuffling, and before he could open his eyes, he felt her sitting in his lap , her bare upper body pressed against his. Her lips made contact with his. No way she didn't feel his erection pressed against her stomach. Good God! Maybe he should get sunburn more often!