8 comments/ 79728 views/ 10 favorites Bikinis Are Dangerous By: KAnneMeinel To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one, or perhaps dedicate one to one of you. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I had worked hard to achieve the body I now sported. It hadn't been a quick fix with botox and liposuction like many of the beauties I saw here on the beach. Mine had been simple hard work with exercise, dance, and wild passionate sex. Yes, I did say sex. It's a wonderful way to burn calories and I was a big proponent of using every means at hand that I had to sculpt the body I had now created. My girlfriend of course was a thrilled participant in encouraging me at my exercise routine in it's many forms. We both worked out on the machine I had bought at the second hand exercise equipment store. We loved dancing together and could be found two or three times a month at the local dance clubs. But it was the sexcapades that had been the best part of our regimen to keep fit, to get me in shape, the reason behind so many of our 'interruptions' into daily life. Oh come on, if it isn't fun then why do it? Right? Sex is fun! Exercise in the form of sex is not a bad thing. It's not like I invented it. I couldn't help that I was practically married to an incredibly beautiful woman who had a high sex drive and I was the mechanic that worked on it. Okay, she was the mechanic and I the willing machine she worked on. Sometimes I drove, sometimes she drove. Exercise equipment by it's very nature is a form of S&M. Let's face it, an active and sexual creature can use their fertile imagination to turn anything into a sexual escapade. My girlfriend and I were willing victims of our own regimen. I can't tell you how many times a good work out got even better by ending up on the floor of our exercise room. If you don't work up a sweat it really wasn't a good workout right? Tongue in cheek I tell you these things. Even dancing was a form of torture to the well defined mind. Whether we were gyrating to a disco or hip hop beat or slow dancing it couldn't help but create a tension between two like minded women. It was exquisite. It was necessary. Many was the time that we gave a new meaning to the words 'dirty dancing' and had to make a hasty exit from the club. We kept it clean, we kept it legal, we kept it hot. It was a fusion of two bodies that adored each other absolute. I didn't mind. I know my girlfriend didn't. Many was the time we barely made it to the car much less the living room floor or even the bedroom. It was okay, neither of us minded the impulsiveness or improvisations that resulted. It certainly proved it would never be boring between the two of us. It provided a workout that my now well toned body had needed. The muscles in my ass from straining were well defined. I was going to flaunt it now. I had worked hard for a long time to achieve these results. The flesh over my now toned body deserved to tan. I was going to go the beach and for the first time in my life I was going to wear a bikini. Not just any bikini either. The one my beautiful girlfriend had chosen to show off the body she loved so adoringly. It was unfortunate she wasn't here to see the unveiling though. That last minute call to work was something she already regretted but being the responsible woman she was she had reluctantly gone. Amazingly she had encouraged me to go though and had even handed me the bikini. It's small scraps of material barely hid my assets but they were shown off rather beautifully. It's not like she hadn't seen me naked a few million times over the years but this was different, very different. I had never had the body to flaunt in my opinion. My girlfriend liked women with big bones and a bit of flesh on them. I still had that but the flesh was taunt and toned now. The bi-weekly tanning bed made it so I had no lines and the deep tan I had was safe to take out in the hot sub-tropical sun. I wanted to go out now, I felt confident enough to do so. I was only sad that my girl wasn't going to be with me. I had offered to wait of course but she wouldn't hear of it. Everyone we knew was going to be on the beach today and while they had seen me for years in various dresses and shorts they had never seen this much of me. The two scraps holding up my lush breasts made me feel very exposed. I'd had to have my girlfriend help me shave down below to keep the dark hairs from peaking out and ruining the effect. The 'landing strip' she had left she found very appealing. She had to test it out after finishing it's construction and I'd enjoyed it but I still didn't want to go out without her. She convinced me to go and enjoy myself with our friends. She would see the bikini another time she told me. She kissed me goodbye and left it up to me whether I would go or not. I didn't want to be alone at the gathering, it wasn't a party but I knew all our friends and I really wouldn't be alone. Besides I really wanted to show off in my new bikini, I had worked hard for this moment but without my girlfriend I wasn't as confident. She had assured me I had nothing to worry about but when you go your whole life in a one piece for the very obvious reason that you didn't have the physique for a bikini the confidence it takes to wear one isn't exactly there. I decided to go but hoped against hope that my girlfriend would make the gathering. I put on a wrap around my chest that went entirely to my ankles. It made it look like I was wearing an exotic tropical dress and with my physique and shoulders I could pull it off. With slip on sandals and a mesh bag over my shoulders and ray bans on my nose I was ready. My long red hair flowed over my shoulders and I was out the door locking it behind me. As I walked the two blocks to our 'spot' I wondered who would be there, probably the usual friends and family that we hung with. It was a tight knit group of about 20 regular people and up to 40 with friends of friends and so on. There was always someone to get to know better and my girlfriend and I trusted each other enough not to worry about getting into trouble. Besides, her sister and brother would probably be there with their various children in tow, I would be watched whether I wanted to or not. I wasn't worried. I loved my girl and she loved me. They watched whether it was intentional or not because they didn't want their big sister or aunt hurt, not that they had any cause to worry. I think it was a cultural thing anyway. I looked out over the beach from the comfort of the wide sidewalk that wound it's way up and down this stretch of the beach for miles and miles. You could literally ride from one city to the next with it's wide expanse. I could see a few familiar figures in the distance that were nearer the water. I had no intention of going into the water in this little scrap of material they called a bikini. It would have dissolved or floated away with barely a breath. "Hey you! Was wondering when you two would get here" a voice addressed me and I turned to my girlfriend's sister "where is she" she asked looking around behind me as though I was hiding her. "Work called and there she is" I sighed disgustedly. Work sucked the life out of a relationship sometimes, not that I hadn't been guilty of doing the same thing from time to time. "That sucks, maybe she will make it later?" I nodded as I looked curiously around at the others who had made the gathering and saw a few with children in tow. That surprised me as we usually kept it adults only since alcohol was involved. Not that I had to worry about my behavior drunk or sober but a few of the group needed leashes at one point or another. "Come sit with us then" she invited and I was surprised. I was certain that my girl's sister didn't really like me, jealously protecting her sister from this outsider who had loved her for years. Perhaps she was softening to me. After all we had been together for years. Or maybe I should be suspicious and she really was keeping an eye on me since her sister wasn't here to do so for herself. I begin to think I really am paranoid and I would have to accept her invitation at face value. Several other people greeted me and asked where my girlfriend was and I explained time and again. Its nice when your a couple that everyone assumes you are together all the time and we usually were but it was also nice that I was accepted on my own without her presence to 'complete' me. I had several friends here that I knew without my backup. I greeted and chatted with many before turning back to my 'sorta' sister. She had really gone all out and had food and drinks. I pulled some drinks and food from my bag to add to her supply, after all I had to contribute something besides my stimulating presence. She offered me a sand chair and I took off my wrap and laid it out on the chair. It wasn't until I was bending over to lay it out and swing my bag onto the back of the chair that I heard my sorta sister's indrawn breath of air at my attire. "Are you kidding me?" she hissed at me and I looked up in alarm trying to see what was upsetting her and looking around for the culprit. As she was staring at my bikini clad body I could only rightfully assume it was me that was causing her dismay. "What?" I asked wondering at her indignation. "Put something on" she hissed as she looked around to see if anyone else had seen me. Apparently her hiss had caused many eyes to look around as well which only drew more attention to our situation. Not one eye looked with the embarrassment she was showing, instead I saw many eyes with apparent admiration in them, a few with more than that but I chose to ignore them even though I secretly relished the feeling. "You wouldn't dare wear THAT if SHE were here" she continued to hiss. I looked at her in absolute surprise. My bikini was decent compared to some of the ones I had seen on this beach, many in our own circle of friends and family. There were a lot of men especially that should not be wearing speedos (I shudder at the sight of some of them). "SHE was the one who CHOSE this for me, in fact she bought it FOR me" I said in response, indignant, stressing certain words to make my point. I remembered how my girl had always referred to this sister as the prudish one. I had always thought she just didn't approve of me because I might, just might hurt her sister someday. Then I had thought it was because we were both lesbians. Now I wondered if it were perhaps just because I was attractive, her sister was sexy as hell, and perhaps she was envious. "She bought it?" she repeated stupidly. I nodded as I stood there looking at her curiously. "Relax, she looks great" her husband put his arm around her to distract her and I smiled at him gratefully. I didn't want to start a fight but I'd be damned if I'd let her dictate what I could and could not wear, especially when her sister had chosen this particular outfit for me. I sat down and moved the chair slightly so my back was to her and I could look out over the ocean and our friends. "Wow, where did you get that" one of the guys came by to admire. I touched the top of my bikini self consciously and began to say "oh we went by Armonio's..." He shook his head and interrupted me saying "no I meant the body, I don't think they sell those at Armonio's" he laughed charmingly. I smiled my thanks but said nothing, I was very aware that my sorta sister could hear every word and I didn't want to be accused of unnecessary flirting. Gawd knows WHAT she would say to my girl. Over the next hour or so many of our friends and family gave me various compliments. I accepted them graciously but felt distinctively uncomfortable under the glare of the woman behind me. No one was inappropriate and for that I was grateful. It gave her no food for fodder. We ate and drank and I had some great conversations. I was enjoying myself despite being alone. "Hey, let's walk this off" my sorta-niece offered after we had consumed our lunch. I walked with her away from the indignant breaths of her prudish mother. "Don't mind mom, she means well" she consoled me. "I just don't want to make any waves" I answered but was grateful she understood without having to explain. As we walked outside our circle of friends and family the stares and the looks we both received were very different. They weren't tempered by the fact that I was in a relationship with one of our group or that she was protected by her mother and father and family. These were strangers who saw instead two beautiful bikini clad bodies on women, that meant we were fair game or something. We received not only looks and stares but an occasional whistle and a shout out. We pretended we didn't hear them but occasionally we couldn't help but giggle at the originality or corny line that came our way. It was fun, we enjoyed it immensely but it wasn't anything either of us took seriously. "Hey baby, can I have an order of fries with that shake" I heard and couldn't help but roll my eyes as we began to make our way back to the group. "Jeez, can't they come up with anything more original" she laughed beneath her breath. "All their thoughts are below the belt" I murmured back and she laughingly agreed. I heard the same voice add "baby, could I get your digits cause I've apparently forgot mine." We both laughed at how stupid that sounded and I turned to answer that one only to stop in surprise as my girlfriend grinned at me from where she stood on the sand in her bikini. Smiling a huge grin I walked over to her and into her welcoming arms. We got a few wolf whistles as we kissed there in front of god and man. "Damn, your a sight for sore eyes" she said as she held me, restraining herself from caressing the expanse of flesh revealed by my suit. I could tell immediately that she loved how the suit looked on my body. "Couldn't you think of any good lines?" I teased grinning at her efforts. "Hey Auntie, thought you were working?" her niece asked in greeting. "I got done sooner than expected and thought I'd join all of you" she smiled at her niece. "I'm glad" I said squeezing her. We walked with our arms around each other back to the group who greeted my girl as she joined us. "Did you really choose that suit" her sister hissed at her at her first chance and we both turned in surprise. I realized she hadn't gotten over her earlier snit and couldn't help but grin. She reminded me of a hen with her feathers ruffled and not only that but wet besides. "What?" my girl asked her sister. "That suit, it's positively indecent" she stated indicating the scraps of material that I was wearing. I blushed a little bit but my girl grinned at me as she answered "I think she looks nice." "She's too old for such a suit" she continued. "Well let's ask" and before I could stop her my girl swung us around and called out to our group at large "hey you guys, what do you think of my girls new bikini?" Now I knew I WAS blushing and not on just my face as she drew attention not only from our group but amused strangers all around us. We got several "she looks hot" and "va va va voom" from not just our group but total strangers. Several other less subtle men AND women called out some things I won't repeat and my embarrassment was complete. I went from feeling good about my body in this suit to mortification over it being exposed in this way. My "shhh" went unheeded as my girlfriend willingly answered a few of the more lecherous answers she had gotten. She was genuinely enjoying herself. She noticed though when I took my hand off from around her and backed up to reach for my wrap. "Wait" she said laughingly. "Are you KIDDING me?" I asked sure that my cheeks were ruby red in embarrassment. "No, you DO look HOT" she answered the glitter in her eyes telling me more than mere words. I looked at her a long time before releasing the wrap I had grabbed. She smiled in reply and pulled up a chair to sit beside me and eat her own lunch. I realized I had become the prude. If you've got it, you should flaunt it, that was her motto and she had me. I had worked hard for this moment, she had helped me to achieve it. She was showing in so many ways that she was proud of me. The shout out hadn't been to embarrass me really but her sister and to show me off. I deserved it after sculpting this body into something to be proud of. She was proud of me and my hard work. She had contributed in countless ways to that hard work but ultimately it had been up to me. Why should anyone take this moment away from me? I realized all this as we discussed what had taken her away today. With my girl there more of our group came up to talk with her or me or both of us and the rest of the day passed pleasantly. I loved the feel of my girls hands on my body as she made sure the Tropicana Oil was on every exposed inch as we baked in the sun and then I teasingly returned the favor. The comfort of having her there with good friends and family was a familiar thing and I relished it. I didn't realize that men and women were openly flirting with me until my girl whispered something in my ear about it. I turned to her in surprise, I hadn't a clue about it, I thought they were being flattering and that was all. "They'd get into those briefs quicker than you can blink if you let them" she smiled at my surprise. She liked knowing her friends and their friends found her girlfriend appealing, she also knew that I was kind of naive about such things, she had 'rescued' me many times when we went clubbing. I just didn't know when someone was hittin drive the neighbors would have gotten an eyeful. As it was I had to work hard to keep my murmurs and cries of appreciation under control. My girl too was sighing and whispering loudly. The bikini was no deterrent to a determined hand and let's face it, that amount of fabric covered less than it revealed. It wasn't only my body that got it's attention from the other, I couldn't help but caress, stroke, and taste my girls incredible physique. It was so exciting as she determinedly climbed over the stick and knelt on either side of my lap holding me prisoner to her desires. It also gave me more room to maneuver my own hands over her lush body. The scraps that were her bikini disappeared under my hands but then that was only fair, I was exposed to her view, to her lips, to her hands by her releasing my assets under those faint pieces of material. I reached to the side of my chair and the seat reclined fully and she fell on top of me, I didn't mind. The feel of her now naked body against mine was exquisite. As she writhed, squirmed, and felt me up it really aroused me. I could tell what I was doing to her was not going unnoticed. Her sexy little body was tan and fit and beautiful and MINE to do with as I wished, and I wished a lot as I touched, caressed, and aroused her in return. Somehow, don't ask me, I wasn't paying attention in that way she managed to get my ass to the edge of my seat and then she spun around in the classic 69 position. Let me tell you in a convertible that was amazing, and heavenly. As she plunged her fingers into my pussy and her tongue into my clit I could only return the favor. My gawd she tasted wonderful, my own juices were flowing and I couldn't help but begin to buck at her hands and mouth. Her juices were amazing, the amount that could drown a girl if she wasn't careful. Believe me what a way to go though! She was petite enough that she fit comfortably against me and I relished the feel of her svelte body against mine as I ground my pussy into her amazing and skillful mouth and onto her hands. Her own hips began the age old rhythm of our dance. As she came at the same moment she caused my amazing orgasm I thought belatedly that we were going to have to clean the seats on the car but I really didn't care at that moment too caught up in the feelings that she invoked in my body and soul. We both had to cut off our usual loud cries, not that the neighbors hadn't heard them from time to time, but not from our carport. We didn't need the police called, imagine the sight they would have seen as they looked over the top of the convertible! Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 02 To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne "No frigging way! You are NOT getting me to wear THAT in a MILLION YEARS!" I nearly shouted in her face as I backed up into a display in the store we were shopping in. "Come on, it's beautiful, it will look gorgeous on you" her eyes twinkled endearingly and I couldn't tell whether she was laughing at my reaction or teasing me. "There is no way in hell I would be caught dead in that thing!" I repeated adamantly. "You could pull this off" she encouraged holding out the garment encouragingly. Shaking my head I was horrified. The models that wore these things were practically naked, why wear a suit at all? You certainly could not go in public with these. Even in Brazil they weren't as tiny as these little wisps of material. Besides, I didn't want dental floss for my ass! A bikini should be made to entice, this was not enticing. This was bold nakedness with pasties for the nipples. A micro-bikini yet! They couldn't see that this was exposure, public indecency? "I'd be arrested in a heartbeat" I answered. "Why do you have to be so difficult?" she asked with a grin. "Less is not more in this case" I answered sarcastically. She grinned to show she had been teasing all along as she shook her head. The store we were in was ultra modern, ultra expensive, and way over the top. The micro-bikini (I was shaking my head) were two pasties and a scrap over the labia lips with strings connecting the three spots of interest and dental floss up the ass. No way! "What's wrong with this one" I held up a one piece that was bringing back the 1920's look with a little ruffle around the waist. It was perfect for someone of my age and disposition but we both knew I wouldn't be caught dead in it. It was perfect if I were matronly in the least, which I was a far cry from. I had worked this body too hard for too long to get it into the shape it was so I could wear a bikini. She rolled her eyes hoping I was kidding. I grinned. I was fairly conservative but I had worked hard to get this body and anyone who knew what happened the last time I had worn a bikini on the beach would know how that had ended, I deserved to wear one with the body I had achieved. Now we were going to another state for some 'fun' on the beach and this shopping expedition was to pick out a new suit. "Why do I need another suit?" I asked. "My other one is just fine and barely used." "You might want several to change into, who knows what parties we will attend. You don't want to wear the same one over and over" she said reasonably. I personally think the only reason we were in this store was so that she could watch me change into suit after suit after suit. This one needed a tuck there, this one didn't cup these right there, and this one didn't fit my ass quite right here was what I was told in various forms as her hands roamed, prodded, and poked around on my body to make sure of the 'right' fit. I have to admit it was a bit erotic the way her eyes smoldered as she 'helped' me pick out a few suits and I modeled them for her. The saleswoman wasn't any help, I think she knew what my girl was up to and just let us 'play.' "Finally" I breathed as we left the store with a shopping bag with half a dozen nearly indecent bikinis inside but absolutely, positively, no micro-bikinis despite my girls disappointment on that issue. "Come on, that was fun" her eyes twinkled at me conspiratorially. I knew then that she had done a lot of unnecessary adjusting to my new wardrobe to just cop a feel but I grinned in response. I have to admit the little red satin looking number made of man-made but god-like materials was a hot little thing as I looked at my reflection in the mirror of our condo that we had rented for this trip. Thank goodness my breasts didn't sag too much since there was no strap holding these babies up. Just gravity pulling them down and firm muscles holding them up. My broad shoulders showed no tan lines and my brown chest looked good above the line of the bikini top. Below was a tummy which looked to have a hint of a six pack with a beautiful cherry belly button ring dangling. Below that were brief briefs with high French cut sides giving the sexy bikini a hint of naughty elegance. "Mmmm, you look good enough to eat" she said as her hands wrapped around my midriff to come together and give me a hug from behind and gaze into the mirror at my reflection. I smiled at her statement thinking that cherry dangling was a bit much but anything for my baby. I turned in her arms to return the hug and look at the outfit she was wearing. It was much more daring than my bikini. "Your going to stop traffic with that" I admired the brilliant blue suit, what there was of it. The material held up her large breasts but the style was such that it looked like they were about to bust out at any moment, it tied around her neck and made me want to touch my lips to every inch of that neck and follow it down to those nipples I could see poking at the material. The matching bottom had a small patch for her shaved crotch and no embarrassing hair peeking out with a bit of material up the back crack barely covering her ass. She looked HOT, she knew it though with her olive colored skin and beautiful little body. I couldn't help but think we didn't need to go to the beach for a party with people when we could have a private party here at the condo. At my suggestion though she smiled a mysterious smile that made me think she had something in mind. "Baby, we traveled across the country to meet these friends of yours, they would be upset if we didn't show up at the party they were throwing for you" she reminded me. I smiled resigned, we were here to party, we were expected, we were the guests of honor, we were both horny, this was not a good combination and I knew we would BOTH be tormented in the hours to come. I grabbed a short sarong that wrapped around my middle and started enticingly below my cherry adorned navel and ended just above my well toned legs with whisps of material floating on my legs. The feel was like feathers on my skin and I loved it. My girl slipped on a pair of shorts that matched her beautiful suit and we both grabbed a beach bag and slipping on sandals headed out to the beach and towards the spot my friends had asked us to meet at. Grover Beach and Pismo Beach, California are known for driving your cars on the beach, atv's, and sand buggies. People camped here, climbed the dunes, and many brought families. It was a good place to party too though since we could have a bonfire and drink. It was a good time to be there and there were tons of people, all having a great time. We approached the group I had agreed to meet and I began to introduce my girl. No one here had met her before since I had moved to Florida to be with her. They admired her Latina good looks, her dark hair, her bounteous breasts, and her fine figure. I was so proud to introduce her to everyone and them to her. A few of the guys immediately made fools of themselves over her but then that was to be expected, a pretty girl and they had to show off or do something stupid, I laugh as I remember them doing the same thing to me when I was first introduced to this group before they found out I liked girls more than guys. Someone had brought a couple of atv's and we each took a turn on them, sometimes with our arms wrapped around another person as we went speeding down the beach, laughing uproariously as we kicked up wet sand and played just inside the waves. Sometimes we drove them up the dunes at an angle so we wouldn't flip them and then sped down them just as fast as we could go. Someone set up a volleyball net and we took turns hitting it over the net as hard as we could with a 'no rules' rule in effect to everyone's delight. One of the girls lost her top when she dove for the ball and we all had a hilarious time over that one. Frisbee tag was dangerous with the guys versus the girls. I think they deliberately aimed for women's boobs to see the Frisbee bounce or something. It was a fun and eventful day, we all burned darker in the hot California sun. I watched my girl interact with my old friends all afternoon and was pleased with how well she got along with those nuts. They seemed to like her as well. The guys flirted harmlessly with her, a couple of the girls as well, and I couldn't help but think we should have stayed at the condo and finished what we had started. She looked so good in her bikini I could only imagine peeling it off her delightful little body. I caught her looking at me a couple of times and I know I made her pause in the middle of a conversation when I deliberately bent over with my breasts hanging just so and adjusted my sarong. Her eyes glittered dangerously when I glanced back up with a little grin on my face with eyes wide in a 'not so innocent' look. It was beautiful as we watched the late day sun slowly sink into the ocean to the west. It cleared a lot of the families out unless they were camping on the beach. We all settled down around our campfire and roasted hot-dogs, marshmallows, and drank beer or California coolers, cheap wine that somehow tasted better around a campfire. Talking old times, a few embarrassing stories came up and we tried to top one another with our outrageous and sometimes true stories as the evening wore on. A few of the couples walked off into the sunset and I took my girl with me as we walked hand in hand down the beautiful beach. "I like your friends" she smiled. "That's good, I think they like you too" I returned that smile as I turned to take her in my arms. The moment wasn't lost on me with the sun setting behind us, the waves gently washing on shore, and the sounds of people not too far away. "I'm glad we came" I said softly as I leaned down to kiss her. Immediately her mouth opened and I licked along her lips before plunging my tongue inside and caressing her tongue, enticing it into mine to suck on it. It was so romantic we both didn't want it to stop. When I finally came up for air we were both breathing deeply. She leaned her forehead against mine and said with a gasp "that was nice." My hands wanted to desperately to caress those curves I could see reflected in the twilight, it was so romantic there on the beach. I walked her back to the fire to be safe. We sat for a couple more hours with my friends, drinking and munching on treats. Someone made a few smores and we laughed as they tried to dip them in beer, not quite the flavor they were hoping for but the mother of invention spurred them on. As it got late and couples drifted off and returned I realized with the four hour time difference that we would have to be going. It was so much later for us and we were tired from the trip. We would meet all of our friends back here tomorrow for another full day of sun and fun. Wishing everyone good night we walked hand in hand and headed for the condo. I don't know what happened but on the way back I got lost. It wasn't deliberate, I swear. "Do you know where your going?" she finally asked after what seemed a long time. I was miserable, I knew we were both tired from the trip, tired from the sun and the fun, and we both wanted to get back to the condo to shower and have wild sex. This was frustrating being lost in the dunes but I had thought my sense of direction was such that we couldn't possibly have gotten lost, we were following the path but apparently in the dark there must have been more than one path. "I'm sorry babe, somewhere we took a wrong turn" I told her in a resigned voice. "Can we go back the way we came?" she asked looking around into the dark that surrounded us and realizing the futility of it. We were far enough away now, we had walked quite a way, that no lights from the beach or the town reached us. The dunes blocked our view and no clear path led the way. It would have been frightening if we weren't together, if we were totally sober, if we let it bother us. We were both game gals though and I made a suggestion "let's climb a dune and see if we can find a way..." "Great idea" she enthused, encouraging me although I had been an idiot to lead her into the dunes. We chose the tallest dune we could see and began to climb it. It wasn't easy as the sand was extremely soft and fine and for every two steps we slid back at least a half of one or more. Finally, clawing and helping each other we managed to make it to the top of the dune. Breathing hard from the exertion we looked at each other, what we could see of each other, and caught our breath. Looking around though we realized we had come a lot further than we realized. We couldn't see anything but sand dunes in any direction we looked and what we could see wasn't much as full darkness was upon us. The moon wasn't up and it was dark beyond dark. "Gawd damn, I am sorry babe" I said in resignation. "Hey, it's not YOUR fault, we both got into this" she smiled or I hoped that was a smile and not a grimace. I looked around and tried to make out something in the darkness, some sign of which way we should go. I could tell the shadows of the dunes and the darker shadows between them but the glow I could detect that might be the town of Pismo or Grover Beach I wasn't sure we could head that way. With dunes between town and us we would be doing a lot of climbing and human nature being what it was we would want to go the easiest route around them and could become hopelessly lost. "Did you bring your cell?" I asked and when I saw her shake her head I began to dig in my beach bag to see if I had packed mine. I found it! "Thank God" I breathed as I pushed the button to turn it on. The bar was all in red though which meant re-charge it or else. I dialed one of my friend's numbers who had been at the beach. "Hello?" he answered curious. "Hey, it's me, we got lost in the dunes, my phone is about to die" and in that moment it did. The delightful little ditty it played as it shut itself off was annoying at that particular second. "Do you think he heard you?" she asked as I swore under my breath. "I hope so, let's just sit here for a moment" I said in resignation. It might be a long night and we weren't really dressed to stay out all night. A cool breeze had already sprung up before we left the fire and now with just a bikini on and a sarong I was feeling the cold. My girl wasn't dressed any better and was that a shiver? I pulled out our unused beach towels and wrapped her in one. "I'm okay" she assured me. "I know" I said back as I looked around. Although I couldn't see far in the dark, there were shadows within shadows from the dunes and mysterious valley's between them. I thought we were sitting facing west, that meant the ocean was somewhere before us and town was north and east of us, but I couldn't be sure and I certainly didn't want to walk anymore, especially in circles. "What are we going to do" she asked. I was amazed to hear no fear, just a curious question to her voice. Turning to her, I had a wonderful idea, a great way to stay warm and to pass the time... Slowly I lowered my mouth to hers. "Wha..." she started but the touch of my lips to hers cut it off. I have to say she is a quick learner and caught on to my idea as my lips captured hers and began to kiss along hers. My tongue licked enticingly along them before slipping inside to her welcome warmth before playing with her tongue. Fencing and prodding it, teasing it back into mine so I could suck on it. "Groannnn" I heard from her and this only encouraged me. My hands had ached to touch every inch of that exposed skin as I watched her sweat in the sunlight over the volleyball game, her large breasts bouncing in the bikini top, barely contained. I conjured up every thought of the day that had aroused me, enticed me, and used it at this moment to forget our situation. Slowly, I slipped the beach towel from around her shoulders and laid her slowly back on it and the sand, some semblance of warmth left from the hot Central California sun. It was cooling rapidly though and I knew the only way to keep us warm was to combine body heat, I would do my best to combine it. The feel of her hot little body under mine with almost no clothing on and those annoying little bits of clothing keeping my fingers from the most pertinent parts was arousing me rapidly. I thought about how she had looked on the atv laughing uproariously at some stupid joke one the guys had told as she bobbed along it in her tight little bikini and I couldn't help but respond to it. My little Latina was hot, she was mine, and I was going to make her forget our predicament. I was going to enjoy it too! My body was gently laying against hers as her hands caressed down my tangled wind blown hair and down my back. As her bare hands came in contact with the skin on my back I felt their warmth and welcomed it. She leaned down to squeeze my ass cheeks and grind against the front enticingly under me. "Damn baby" I breathed into her ear and then tongued it for good measure, taking note at the intake of her breath from the contact. I sucked on the skin in little whorls along her neck and could hear her breathing deeper as I aroused her. My fingers released the tie of her bikini bottom with no effort at all as my lips captured the tie around her neck and gave it a yank with my teeth. Soon her entire body was exposed to my fingers, my lips, and my body against her. Effortlessly she stripped my teeny little bikini from my body as well to feel naked skin against naked skin. Not that the bikini was really in the way, those scraps hid very little. I began to rub my lower half against her and she spread her legs to settle me more comfortably between them. I gasped at the pleasurable feeling of our two pussies grinding together. Since I couldn't see anything in the dark I used Braille to feel her body, her breasts, her smooth and supple skin. I don't think she minded. As our clits seemed to peek out and come together, my knowledge of her body allowed me slide my body in such a way that our clits were rubbing against the other. The sensation is almost indescribable but the sharp indrawn breath I heard come from her let me know without seeing I was doing something right as I started to thrust back and forth against her using my hips. I dipped my head to capture a nipple. I couldn't see it so I had to tongue my way around the large orb until I found it. Capturing it between my lips and sucking gently I used the tips of my sharp little teeth to tease and manipulate it into submission. I don't think her body wanted to submit though as it arched up into my mouth thrusting as much of the orb as I could take into my mouth, the erect little nipple making it's way deep. Her fingers were gripping my ass tightly, encouraging me as I thrust against her clit, and rubbed it enticingly with my own. She spread my cheeks and I could tell I was wet as she squeezed them back together and I could feel and hear my own wetness. I don't know how long we kept these moments up as I played, squeezed, rubbed, and enjoyed her body beneath mine. "Oh baby" she cried as she arched against me, I thrust harder against her, sucked deeper, and squeezed tighter as her first orgasm hit. She bucked and writhed beneath me as hoarse little cries escaped her lips. As she began to come down from the orgasm I thrust inside of her with my fingers and found her to be gushing. Damn, she felt hot as I felt little spurts of fluid coat my fingers. Thrusting up and in I didn't let her first orgasm subside completely before I had her riding my fingers to a second and then a weak little third before she said "enough!" and I smiled as I rolled over, holding her body tightly to mine to prevent the loss of 'heat.' Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 02 It wasn't my fault what happened next as she attacked me to return the favor of 'conserving' body heat. I was just a helpless victim of her passion. Okay, I will admit to starting 'something' when I thought I would distract her from our predicament and to pass the time but I unleashed something in her apparently. Some primeval Latina goddess took over her body and I wasn't going to escape unscathed apparently. I guess all I could do was lie there and take 'it,' whatever it was. It wasn't my fault she decided to make me pay in kind for that second and maybe that third orgasm but I wished I could have seen her face as she came under the moonlight that had arisen as we made love on top of that high dune. I thought I saw her eyes open as she came under the star filled night. Repayment had been the furthest thing from my mind...well maybe. She ground that hot little body all over mine as she kissed, licked, and nipped in all the right places. She started along my mouth, my neck, and began to assault my breasts which were begging for her mouth after receiving a very necessary massage from her fingers, hands, and body. Not as large as her ample breasts they were a nice handful that she used shamelessly as I tried to lay there to accept my punishment for taking advantage of her. I'm not a good little girl though, I couldn't just lie there and take it, and found myself moving suggestively against her, grinding my body up and enticingly against that hot little body. I could still see how she had looked just hours ago and it made me want to take her again but I knew if I didn't accept my 'fair' share of our loving there would be complaints later and I desperately needed the orgasm that was building inside my own body. Her fingers weren't still. She was thrusting three of them inside of me. It was a little bit uncomfortable so I spread my legs wider to accommodate her and felt better immediately as she began thrusting harder and faster into the wetness. The slurping and sopping sounds were loud in the stillness of the night, but my moans, groans, and little sighs drowned them out. I wanted to feel her fingers on my clit, I needed to orgasm after all the thoughts and feelings that had coursed through me thus far. I gave her every indication of what I needed but apparently I still wasn't allowed to cum. She wasn't finished with what she wanted from my body, what I had started. As I began to babble at the feelings going through she must have heard something that allowed her to give me my first orgasm. She took pity on me or something and using her thumb began to rub on my clit hard. I quickly cried out in ecstasy as I felt the familiar tingles in my toes that were gripping sand, trying to get purchase and leverage, my body arching into hers as she sucked at my breast. She wasn't finished with me though I realized hazily as I began to feel contentment from a body clenching spasm as she slid down to that enticing little cherry belly button ring and began to lick around it and in the tiny indent. The spasms still going through my body seemed to continue as I felt contractions building in hopeful intensity from inside me. My brain was numb already and I wasn't aware of anything going on around me as I cried out in increasingly loud cries that were reflected back from the dunes. She dipped her head between my legs and captured my clit in her warm mouth licking it and treating it like a lollipop as she rolled it around on her tongue. My body felt spongy and curiously weak as she threw my numb legs over her shoulders and moved in for the kill. I'm not sure but I don't think her fingers ever stopped thrusting their rhythm causing every third or fourth thrust to hit my G spot and cause a different kind of spasm in my orgasm wrecked body. She was tasting the overwhelming abundance of juices she had caused and I was just about to spasm violently when a flashlight lit up our little circle of heaven. "There you are..." they trailed off as they realized the position we were in. Talk about a deer in the headlights moment. I couldn't move, my body was too weak from an endless orgasm and on the precipice of another so intense I was sure it would blow my mind. My girl though quickly grabbed the towel and covered us both as best she could using her body against mine to hide our nakedness. I groaned at the sensation, not ready to let the mind blowing orgasm go. "Give us a minute" she said at the same time I said "can we finish first?" My girl looked down at my dazed eyes and grinned knowingly at my predicament. "We started looking as soon as we heard you were lost" a voice said above us as the flashlight left our exposed bodies. "We could have cum later" another voice said with a hint of laughter in it and full of innuendo at the double meaning of the word they had used. I guess finding me with my legs literally up in the air and my girl eating at the Y was a surprise. I know it was for me. "They're here" the two who had found us called out swinging their flashlight to others on other dunes and in the valley's in between. We started getting dressed, trying to find the small scraps of clothing that constituted being 'dressed.' A bikini sure didn't cover much I thought as I finally succeeded in getting into mine. My girl smiled delightedly at me, at our predicament. The walk back wasn't pleasant. I oozed between my legs from an unfinished orgasm, I had sand in places that it had no business being, and I was mortified to be caught as we had been. I knew this was one story that would be told and retold by the campfire. "How did you find us so fast?" I asked to cover my embarrassment. "Fast?" one of my friends asked. "You've been missing for hours since your call, didn't you realize..." then he realized how we had passed the time and grinned appreciatively. I glanced at my girlfriend, she wasn't nearly as embarrassed as me. In fact, I think she was proud of what had happened. How had we not heard them calling out in the darkness? How had we been so unaware of the many flashlights that were now coming together from the volunteer search team that was now leading us back to safety? "Did you hear those cries from the coyotes" someone asked as we walked along. I didn't hear what someone answered but I felt the warmth on my cheeks and I knew I was probably blushing. Whatever they answered I think they knew those weren't coyotes. You know what? I think she had heard them and just didn't care, she wanted my cries to be heard and lead someone to us. I can't be sure but I will find out later when she finishes what she started, after I find a shower to get those abrasive sand particles out of the crack of my behind, beneath my bikini. We couldn't get back to the condo soon enough for me at this point. Fortunately, I've proven that a bikini can be removed quickly, efficiently, and easily. I also knew I would need to change into another one for tomorrow, good thing I had bought several. This one would always hold fond memories. We were lucky that night that we hadn't had to stay out all night. The 'exposure' might have gotten to us. We had little to cover up with, I've told you before...Bikini's are Dangerous! ~The End~ K'Anne Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 03 To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. Vote if you liked it or not. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne "Hon, did you pack any of my underwear?" I called from the hotel bedroom into the living room. "Didn't you pack your underwear?" I heard the amused reply and knew with a sinking sensation that all the underwear I had for this trip was what I had worn on the plane. I looked around the nice bedroom I was in of the Plaza Hotel in New York and realized I was in a bit of a quandary. We were scheduled to go out with friends of my girl's and I didn't have a lot of time. I certainly couldn't go out and shop for the underwear of choice, Victoria's was probably closed at this hour anyway. Dammit! I knew I should have packed for myself but I had been in a hurry and she generously had offered, so to save time I made assumptions. It wasn't like I could borrow her's though, she was way more petite than I was in the bottoms and way bigger on top. I'd look like a clown and I really wanted to impress my girls friends from when she lived here. Why is it when we know something is not where we put it we continue to look anyway? It's like when you do find something you say "it was in the last place I looked," well, do YOU continue to look after you've found whatever you were searching for? Fruitlessly I searched through my suitcase for the missing underwear. It wasn't there. Slacks, blouses, jeans, shirts, and shoes, but no underwear. I wanted to rant and rave about the oversight but she had helped me out by packing for me so really I couldn't. I seriously considered wearing one of my blouses that had a built in shelf bra but it didn't go with the rest of the outfit I was wearing tonight and I didn't have a lot of time to change my mind about what I was wearing, she was waiting to leave to meet up with them and as I am NEVER late, I wasn't going to start NOW! That's when I spotted one of my bikini's. Well, bikini's are like a bra and panties aren't they? Without a second thought I grabbed a matching pair in royal blue. They would hold the twins up and I wouldn't have my crotch rubbing all night against my skirt, I just hoped for no panty lines. As I slipped the bikini on and then the skirt and blouse I gazed into the mirror and was relieved to see no lines. Only I knew that I was wearing this sexy little bikini and it actually made me feel sexier with it on underneath my clothes, like good Victoria's Secret underwear does for you. Quickly I put on heels, brushed my hair and applied eyeliner, shadow, and lipstick and I was ready to go. I checked my teeth to make sure there was no lipstick on them and slipped the makeup into my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I was ready and I looked nice, for my girl, to impress her friends, and for me to feel good. I was wearing a pink satin blouse cut down to there. The bikini top was raising the twins up to a good degree and it's cut allowed the buttons of the blouse to be open down to there too. A hint of the royal blue satin could be seen if you looked down my blouse but I didn't care about other's looking, only my girl, and this would entice her if she saw it. My black wrap skirt swirled around my hips, held up by a shiny leather belt. Matching heels and I knew my girl would be proud. She whistled at me when I came out of the bedroom "find that underwear?" she teased and promptly forgot the question since she must have been sure I was teasing, if she only knew! "You look nice!" I complemented her looking at the black crossover dress she was wearing. She looked hot actually but I knew I would want to touch too much to emphasize my words if I told her so I refrained. We actually complemented each other nicely. Me, with my red hair, white skin, pink blouse, black skirt and shoes. Her with her Latino looks, her black crossover dress, emphasizing those delicious orbs, small firm waist and buttocks, and black shoes. She was a few inches shorter than me but we looked great together. We both felt great too as we left the little suite we had rented for the weekend. "So, where did you say we were meeting them?" I asked to make conversation. I knew we were headed into the Village as we got into the cab. "A little dump called Presley's and then later we will hit some clubs" she said as she gave the cabby the address. I looked around curiously as we hurtled through New York traffic in the city. It never failed to amaze me the amount of people, day or night, who were driving or walking through this city at all hours. It never seemed quiet and yet I enjoyed the chaos, on a limited scale. This was the first time I was here with my girl but I had been here before on business. New York City could be frightening but I was fairly well traveled and enjoyed it in small doses. Presley's turned out to be a pleasant little dump. It was off the main drag and you had to really know it was there to find it. Apparently everyone knew about it though as the place was packed. My girl's friends had commandeered a couple of tables and we were welcomed in as though they had seen us a few hours ago. Introductions were made all around and I felt like I was among friends in no time. I knew it was because of my girl but I accepted it at face value anyway. We snacked on chips, dip, and salsa and drank beer before they brought us dinner. Some ate steaks, some just salads, some a mixture of the different items on the menu. I chose a steak and salad and washed it down with Corona, my beer of choice. I have a thing for all things Latin...but then you know my girl, lol. The place was really a hole in the wall and yet all of New York seemed to be there in some shape and form. I enjoyed people watching and chatting with my new found friends. Dinner was delicious and I was delightfully surprised. I was feeling mellow from the beer and good food and looking forward to the rest of the evening, someone had mentioned dancing. "Hey, she says she hasn't ever been into the Village for the shows!" one of them shouted across the table to everyone who could hear. New friend's and strangers alike all heard it was loud enough despite the clatter of dishes and the chatter of people. "Well, then we have to show her the SHOW!" someone else called out to immediate nods and a few laughs. I smiled my approval of the plan. I was looking forward to anything they wanted to show me. Some places were like going to the zoo, you enjoyed the animals, you watched them do strange things, and you laughed about it. People watching was the same and I figured wherever they wanted to go was fine by me. My girl would make sure I was taken care of. She glanced at me and gave me an odd little smile. Settling up after our dinner we left the place en masse and our table and chairs were immediately confiscated by the crowd. "Should we take a cab or two?" someone asked. "No, let's walk off dinner and the booze and save the fare" someone else suggested and everyone else pretty much agreed. I held my girl's hand as we walked among the crowd around us. We bantered and chatted with her various friend's as we walked along. I assumed we were going to 'the show' and wondered what it was that we were going to see. "Are you sure you want to go to this?" she asked me soto voice so the other's wouldn't hear. "Sure, I'm game" I told her, willing to go wherever she wanted to. "I'm not sure..." she began but someone interrupted and whatever she was going to say was lost. We walked for quite a ways. I got lost as avenue this and street that came and went. Wearing high heels wasn't as good an idea as it had seemed earlier when I had dressed. I hoped we were getting wherever we were going soon as I didn't want to have to take off my heels when we got there. Dancing in bare feet didn't appeal, especially in some of these clubs I knew it would be pretty gross. "Here we are" someone called and someone else said "10 bucks cover charge everyone!" Each of us got out $10 and paid as we went in and got our hand stamped and each were given a token for a free drink. It was painted black in the entranceway as we walked down some steps into the bar. A muted light came through some 60's style hanging beads, layers of them that we pushed through into the main room of the bar. I stopped astonished as I looked around. Now I like to think I'm fairly broadminded but I have never seen anything like this. The place was painted in red's and pink's of fluorescent hues that the strobe lights bounced off of. There were mirrors on the ceiling, long furry material climbing the walls, like shag carpeting only on the walls, couches absolutely everywhere, but predominantly in three conspicuous locations over the dance floor were cages. Inside were three lovely women dancing to the raucous beat that pumped out of speakers all over the club. I didn't want to act like a country bumpkin in the city for the first time so I barely kept my jaw from hanging open like a fool. My girl gave me a grin and now I understood everyone's anticipation about me coming here. They thought they were going to shock me. I smiled and laughed delighted at the almost obscene decor as I looked around. It was like the 60's had thrown up in here. There were a few platforms high enough that girls could dance on and I shook my head laughing at the go-go boots. One gal even had an afro, I was sure it was a wig, that had to be over two feet from her head. The place was amazing, it was ridiculous, and it looked like a lot of fun. "Ever see anything like this before?" one of my girl's friends shouted in my ear over the music. I shook my head as we made our way to a couple of vacant seats on a couch. One of the girls pulled over a couple of tables and pulled up some chairs as well so we had our own little area to ourselves and could people watch. A waitress was immediately there to take our drink orders. "Want to dance?" someone asked me and I found myself out on a flower power shaped dance floor. I don't know how they did it but the lights reflected those flower shapes that were popular in the 60's all over the floor. It was fun, the beat was loud, and we were having a good time. I had to sit down after three dances though, I felt hot and sweaty and way out of shape for some reason. Maybe it was the two shots of tequila, maybe it was the shots I couldn't identify in their neon blue glasses. Anyway, I was feeling good and enjoying our little group. "Would you like to dance?" someone not from our group asked me politely. I looked up into amazing green brown eyes and a round faced woman who looked intently at me. Her shaved head with the mohawk didn't do a lot for me but I was with friends anyway so I tried to politely decline. "Thank you, but I'm with friends" I indicated the group that was still at the table although a few were around the bar and out on the floor. "Maybe later?" she asked hopefully and I smiled non-commitally. I didn't want to insult her but I was in a committed relationship and wouldn't hurt my girl for the world. "Hey, they're having a dance contest" someone in our group shouted over the music. "Oh yeah?" my girl answered, she was sitting down from me having just returned from the dance floor with a couple of the girls. "What can you win?" "One of those" she indicated with a finely manicured fingernail as she pointed at a beautiful leather jacket with an embossed yin yang on the back of it. It looked expensive, it looked fine, and I knew immediately that I wanted it. I caught my girl's eye and knew she knew I wanted it. Anything with a yin yang I wanted for my karma. I'm not superstitious or anything but I really do believe that there is an equality that balances everything out in the universe. Maybe not right away but the symbolism of the black and white, yin and yang, I believed in. "What do you have to do?" she asked helpfully. "You have to dance" the other gal answered. "Just dance?" she glanced at me, I am not the greatest dancer but even I could do that. "Well, you have to dance in one of those" she pointed at the cages hanging from the ceiling. I looked around interested at the spectacles that the girls in them were making of themselves. I am not an exhibitionist by any stretch of the imagination. I glanced back at my girl and knew she thought the jacket was out of my reach, I wouldn't put myself on exhibit like that. "Then everyone takes a vote, the girl with the most votes, wins. Oh yeah, your also entered to win some vacation too, apparently they've been having these contests for weeks. Your automatically entered to win for that too, they are just going to pull names for the vacation though." "So you just have to dance up there and everyone votes on how good you are?" I asked to be sure I was understanding the rules clearly. I was a little buzzed and enunciating very deliberately. Everyone made it clear and discussed the ins and outs and who they would love to see in the cages. I got the full rules somewhere along the line and gazed thoughtfully around. "Would you like to dance?" my girl asked me and I smiled up into her face as I looked into those amazing Latina eyes I adored. Damn, I love brown eyes. It was a slow dance and I loved the feel of her against me. Someone went by with those neon blue drinks and I signaled them for two of them and dropped a bill on the platter as we both polished them off. That led to her buying me a set and then I bought another set. I lost count as we danced a few dances together and bought shots. We were laughing at the blue that coated our lips from whatever was in the drink and dying our insides blue. I was sure I would be peeing blue later too! The music stopped suddenly and a hefty but attractive woman got up on the bar with a microphone. "Hear ye, hear ye, all you cats and dolls, we got a dance challenge coming up and I need three of ya'll to volunteer for the 'cage' match!" she laughed as women shouted out suggestions and pushed friends up but only one woman volunteered, a beautiful Oriental woman who had a sleek body I admired. I watched her get up on the bar next to the announcer. "We have one, I need two more to make this fair ladies, come on, someone must want to win this beautiful leather jacket, it's worth over five hundred bucks!" I looked at the jacket and I was tempted, I sorely was but to be on exhibit like that! I shuddered at the thought. "You gonna try?" I heard women discussing it with their dance partners and recognized the voice of one of my girls friends. "No way!" I heard just as often and then a big black woman bounced her way up to the bar and I looked in surprise that she would have the guts but then thought why the hell not, she was attractive despite her weight. I think that was when the shots all caught up with me. My arm shot up all by itself and I found myself yelling "I'm in!" as I left my girl holding my purse on the dance floor, surprise written all over her face. As I climbed up on the bar I was met with cheers and a few jeers. The other two women were dressed a bit more provocatively than me. I was definitely dressed way more conservatively than they were or for that matter, anyone else in the bar. But as I gazed around the dance floor at the women I saw my girl and her friends and they were laughing and cheering me on. I knew I could count on their votes even if they were biased. The rules were explained one more time for everyone's benefit and pencil nubs and a vote sheet were passed out to everyone who wanted to vote. Each of the three of us were escorted to a cage and it was unlocked, the go-go girls let out and each of us locked in 'for our safety' or so I was told. I didn't really understand that as the announcer said into the mike "Ladies, start your engines" and a roar of approval met her announcement as the music started and I watched dumbly as the other two started dancing sensually to the music and I started rocking to it. Let's face it, sometimes white women just don't have the rhythm necessary to look sexy in a moment like that. But I desperately wanted to win the jacket and I certainly didn't want to embarrass my girl in front of all of her friends. It was then that I got my moment, I thought of Demi Moore and how she had looked in that movie. No way am I close to her in appearance but with all the shots of who knows what liquor in me, I was a lot braver than I had ever been in my life. There were more ways to dance than the Oriental gal dancing sensuously or the black girl enthusiastically. My two step was boring the observers and I began to dance more enthusiastically as I used the side of the cage to begin a strip tease. Slowly but surely I began moving my body in a way that one by one the observers began to turn back towards me as their friends noticed and started looking themselves, some pointing. I looked only at my girl though as I unbuttoned one by one the buttons to my pink blouse. My hair I wiped around provocatively as I shimmied my hips and shoulders to the music. I heard vaguely in the background the catcalls and yells from the women as they realized my blouse was slowly coming off. I remembered movies with harem dances and hoped my body moved in the way I remembered as I danced provocatively to the music. "Take it off honey" I heard the announcer shout into the mike as she needed to be heard over the blaring music and the calls of the crowd. This made everyone look around to see what she had meant and that was when my blouse slipped off both my shoulders and I began to shimmy it down my torso to the music. My eyes never left my girls face as she looked at me, first with shock, then with humor, and finally with admiration at my daring. My bra came into view as I rocked to the beat, my hips causing my skirt to swing provocatively, the blouse I slowly lowered, revealing my bikini top. The royal blue satin shone beautifully in the lights of the club and shimmered, helping me make my case for the expensive leather jacket. As I dropped the blouse to the bottom of the cage eager hands ripped it through the bottom and pulled it apart like animals. It would have frightened me if I had thought about it but at this moment my eyes were locked on my girls. Her dark eyes looked black in the lights as she watched me strip tease for her. The intensity is something I will never forget. It wasn't anger, it wasn't just the admiration, it was something more, something intangible, primitive, and oh so arousing. I knew without her saying a word that she was loving every moment of my strip tease, that this public display while very uncharacteristic of me, was thrilling her. Hands were reaching through the cage, the blouse wasn't enough and I soon lost my high heels but I didn't care. The girls screamed themselves hoarse as my hand went to my belt and began to loosen it. The music changed as the first song came to an end. The DJ was contributing to my strip tease as a beat came on that allowed me to whip my belt around the cage simulating something in the minds of a few women that had them on their feet and screaming wildly. I couldn't see what the other two women I was competing against were doing but then I didn't really care. I let the belt go and eager hands stole it from my cage. Women were reaching through attempting to get at my skirt, to look up it, to pull it from my body. My breasts rose and fell from my exertions. It looked awesome under the lights as I broke out into a light sweat. The bikini top was holding them high and making them look voluptuous for the first time in their lives. The twins wanted to come out and play but I was careful in my dance to show but not spill out. Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 03 Slowly I removed my wrap skirt. Slowly, enticingly, and the girls were screaming and grabbing. I tried not to notice as I held my girls look with my own and I smiled. I knew that smile on her face, it was our secret one, just for me. I hoped my expression mirrored hers. I tried not to think of the heated pack below me, hoping to get at me, to touch me as hands reached through the bars at me and the skirt hoping for a piece of me or the skirt, I wasn't sure. I could smell the lust, many of the women were in heat and my peripheral vision picked up a few rubbing themselves. I just kept up the erotic dance I had started and kept going, I didn't care about the others, I was there for one girl, one set of eyes. The contest wasn't over but I had forgotten about it completely as I danced hypnotically for my girl. I tricked the girls as my skirt came completely off and I threw it on top of the cage away from their greedy hands. A roar of disapproval came up from the crowd and then a few laughs at my thwarting them. I danced there in my bikini top and bottoms and the crowd was full of screams, cat calls, propositions, and clapping at my audacity. My shoulder's shimmied, my breasts bounced, my ass enticed as I played to my audience. I danced for awhile longer before the music was cut off abruptly. "Well, that was interesting" the announcer yelled into the mike over the wild and woolly crowd. Slowly but surely the noise level died down to hear her. A few hands were still reaching through the cage towards me and a bouncer came over to pull them off. I thought a fight was going to break out with a few of them as I glanced at them in alarm. "This has to be a first for us here" the announcer said into the mike and a few women laughed knowingly. "I think we can save a helluva lot of time if we just take a survey of the crowd rather than the old pencil and paper routine and count the votes." A round of yelling agreed with her. She indicated the Oriental girl who I finally noticed looked winded in her cage and scared at the crowd that had gotten fairly out of control "who votes for our contestant number one?" a few polite calls and clapping was heard. The announcer acknowledged it and moved on to the black beauty in cage number two, I could see how sweaty she looked. She got more calls and more clapping. "And how about for contestant number three?" she called and the words weren't even out of her mouth before the place turned into a screaming mob of noise. The sound was deafening in the place as they voiced their approval of my dance and I grinned sheepishly as I stood there in my bikini, my chest still heaving from my exertions, looking hot and sweaty, my hair in all disarray from it all. I don't think I had ever gotten a workout like this one and I stood there euphoric as I looked around at the mob. I could see my girl grinning from whatever her friends were saying to her as they all clapped. The bouncers helped the other two down before all of them came to help me. They were necessary as hands still reached out to grab and touch me and to cop a feel as they unlocked the cage, I retrieved my skirt and wrapped it around my waist. The announcer handed me the leather jacket and whispered "get the hell out of here as soon as you can" as she handed me a card and said over the yelling and screaming crowd "call me tomorrow to enter you in the trip contest, ask for Margie" before pushing me towards the end of the bar that the bouncers were clearing so I could make my way. There were groans and calls as I put on the jacket to cover my bikini top. It fit perfectly and I was pleased with the cool feel of the leather against my bare skin. Now that I wasn't dancing it felt a little cool on my sweaty skin. My bottoms were now hidden from view by the skirt but I could tell there were a few women who were willing to brave the burly bouncers to strip it from me. I was bare footed though and I thought back to my earlier in the evening thought about dancing in bare feet. Looked like I was going to go back to my hotel without my shoes. "What the hell were you thinking" I heard as my girl joined me in our hasty exit. In fact I could see our entire party sort of heading off anyone who would have prevented my leaving. The bouncers had their hands full from the grabbing crowd, some were still trying to reach me. Guess I got them all pretty worked up. Fortunately a cab was just arriving and we got right in the back as my girl said to the driver "the Plaza and step on it!" Our drive was quiet on the way across town as I calmed down. The reality of what I had just done really hit me and the liquor felt hours ago as I replayed the moments of my dance in my head. We got a few odd looks as we made our way through the lobby but my skirt certainly was acceptable and I kept the nice leather jacket closed to hide my bikini top. The bare feet could have been a Mid-Eastern custom or so I convinced myself to not make myself self conscious as we hurried. The elevator ride up wasn't nearly as quick as we would have liked but we made it to our suite and I collapsed on the couch in a fit of the giggles over my behavior. "Are you drunk?" my girl looked at me incredulously. My behavior tonight was certainly out of character. I was still laughing as I looked up at her and remembered how she had looked in the club. Something was triggered at that moment, something primitive. My laughter cut off as I shook my head in response to her question. Slowly I rose from the couch and let the jacket fall open revealing the royal blue bikini top. "Is that a...bikini?" she asked in surprise. "Yes, did you think it was my underwear?" I asked as I began to walk towards her. Something in the way I was walking, maybe it was my bare feet made her start to back up. Fortunately for me she was heading towards the bedroom and I followed her, stalked her towards the room I wanted her to go into. She didn't realize I had herded her there until it was too late. I remembered the look in the eyes that I had seen and it all came back to me. Perhaps some of it was the liquor but I don't really think so. The excitement of the club, the noise, the screams, the improper suggestions, all of it came back to me. But most of all, the look of my girl as I strip teased for her in that cage, that came back to me forcefully. Apparently she remembered it too. I pulled her into my arms and shrugged out of the leather jacket letting it fall to the floor as I propelled her backwards towards the bed. She must have seen the determined look in my eyes, whatever it was she responded immediately to my kisses. I could tell she was in a high state of arousal and the cab ride hadn't diminished it any. I untied the wrap of her dress and soon pulled it away from her lush body. Slipping it off of her she stood there proudly in her bra and panties, not that much different from my bikini. As she reached for my skirt I reached for the back of her bra. As she reached for the bra of my bikini, she ripped it from my body, my fingers slipped into her panties and yanked down almost as violently. She soon stripped off my bikini bottoms but I didn't even realize they were ripped from my body in her haste as I covered her body with my own and took her down on the bed rolling with her there to get into the middle where I wanted her. I don't think I have ever seen her so aroused, almost angry as she took control of the situation. She almost fought me for that control, demanding of my body as she tried to top me. I gave in willingly as I sensed she needed this after seeing me on display for all those women, all of them lusting after me in my bikini, making a show for them all and KNOWING that I was HERS. She needed to put her stamp on me, she needed to show that I was HERS. She wasted no time in thrusting inside of me with her fingers as she kissed me deeply. Her other hand pinching my nipple as I rose to meet her, arching into her body fiercely. It wasn't loving, it was primitive, it was harsh and almost hostile as she took me. The violence though was something we both apparently needed as she thrust inside of me, hard. My body didn't mind the invasion, I wanted it, desperately. The sloshing she encountered, encouraged her. "More, more, MORE" I cried out as she thrust over and over into my body, imprinting herself on me, in me. My head was thrashing back and forth on the bed as I fought the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm my overheated body. She leaned down from the passionate kisses she had been bestowing on me to nip at my overly erect nipples, almost painfully erect, her teeth grazed them threateningly. Her thumb captured my erect clit and pressed, hard and then rubbed it equally as hard. The combination made me lose control as I cried out to her, my one hand grabbed her hair and pulled unconsciously, my other clawed at her back as I arched uncontrollably against the orgasm she had forced from my body. I went limp, releasing her hair, caressing rather than scratching her back as quickly as I came, the intensity of the orgasm passed. She didn't stop thrusting though as she pushed me more gently this time up the mountain and she pulled another orgasm from my sweaty body. This time, as I came down I wrapped my legs around hers and rolled us both so I was on top of her. I captured her hands as she released my nipple and clit and crotch and held them up over her head as I used my body to ravish hers, I began to rub my clit against hers. The sweat from my body made it easy to move over hers, it was slick. I ground against her rudely, using her body to bring myself up a third time and at the same time make her explode under me, writhing in ecstasy over the rushing throughout her body. Our lovemaking wasn't loving, it wasn't sensual, it wasn't easy. It was violent, it was harsh, it was necessary to how we both were feeling...primitive. Much later as we sleepily held each other's sweaty bodies I asked her "what were you thinking as you watched me dance tonight?" Incredulous she looked at me with her brown eyes becoming black again as she remembered her feelings and emotions and she rolled over on top of me to kiss me again, almost but not quite as violently as before, she started the cycle over again. The shreds of my bikini on the floor should have been answer enough to my question but like I've always said, Bikini's are Dangerous. Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 04 To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. Please also vote on how you liked it, every vote does count. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne "We Won, We WON, WE WON!" I shouted after I had gotten off the phone and danced around the kitchen. "We won? What?" she asked as she watched me behave like a nut doing some sort of primitive mating dance. "Remember when we were in New York and I entered that contest?" I asked and waited until it dawned on her. It was interesting to see her connect the dots, that had been a VERY INTERESTING night after all. "Yessss" she answered nostalgically as she remembered the contest and the emotions it had triggered in her, and of course the after affects. It had been months and yet the emotions were still there as well as some very pleasant memories. I smiled as she got this dreamy expression on her face. Yes, that was one of our better memories together. "What did you win?" she asked after shaking herself out of her nostalgic moment and back to the present. "WE won a set of round trip tickets to RIO!" I nearly shouted in my excitement. "Rio?" she blinked "as in de Janeiro?" she rolled the words off her Latino tongue with the right inflections in the name and I loved her for it. I nodded happily as I looked at her expectantly. "We're going to Rio?" she asked amazed and I nodded again. We discussed all of the ins and outs of such a trip and what they had told me on the phone. The tickets were paid for, round trip, from New York. We would have to fly up to New York and take the international flight from there, which kind of sucked but hey, it was a trip to RIO! They also didn't cover any hotel accommodations; we had to pay for those as well. But the flight itself was all covered. A catch in the deal but we made plans immediately. My girl, since she spoke fluent Spanish, took care of finding out where we should stay. I made sure we both had our passports in order! "Damn, this is a long flight" I bitched good naturedly. We had had to backtrack technically as we had flown up from Miami to New York and from New York directly to Rio. Or rather Rio de Janeiro, proper. We were staying in a Hyatt hotel and for that I was secretly grateful, being in a foreign country, dealing with Spanish and Portuguese speaking people and a million other local dialects and foreign languages. While I knew a little Spanish or 'un poco' it wasn't enough to keep me out of trouble, not that knowing the language would have done that either. My girl promised to stay by my side at all times and as I loved that idea anyway, I accepted gladly. 9 hours and 24 minutes from New York to Rio, not to mention the two hours and thirty minutes from Miami to New York, AND the layover time was making us both a little cranky. Strangely, we were on the same time zone as in the Midwest so we only had an hour's difference to adjust to. But sitting for any length of time in an airplane is bound to test your relationship as you fly halfway down the globe. Landing, customs, and insane cab drivers we finally arrived at our destination and checked in. All either one of wanted was to sleep but as we checked into our suite, we both stood in awe of what our American dollars had purchased for us. I don't know if it was the exchange rate or what but our dollars had gone a lot further down here than they would back in the states. The place was HUGE! A large living area with couches facing each other, a bar, a kitchenette, a balcony overlooking the pool, a large bedroom with a king sized bed, and the bathroom, such luxury seen only in magazines! We were both in heaven. Since we were so tired, we took a bath in the sunken tub, together, it was almost big enough to do laps, and then we collapsed into bed to catch up on our sleep from the long flights. I woke up to the most delicious dream. Someone was playing with my body and as I tried to turn away to continue to sleep they continued with a laugh. It was the laugh that had me waking up to find my girlfriend naked in the bed beside me playing with various parts of my anatomy that apparently had awoken before me. Between my painfully erect nipples and the wetness I could feel between my legs I had to wonder how much of this party had been going on without me being aware of it? I hurried to catch up as I quickly stripped off my satin nightgown and attacked my amused girlfriend. She had woken a sleeping lion and I took full advantage as I pinned her to the bed and ravished her lovely body. She got me back in kind but then she had had a head start in the first place. I wasn't complaining but I would have liked to be invited instead of abducted. Well, after a little persuasion I was glad to be abducted too... "Get up lazy bones" she smiled after we had mutually satisfied the sleeping beast inside both of us. "We have a day of exploring and I for one want to see some of Rio's famous beaches!" I grinned back at her, my eyes twinkling as I answered "you want to find out if they really do wear 'fio dental' on the beaches." She looked only marginally ashamed for about two seconds as she admitted I was right. Fio dental or dental floss was another term for the micro bikini she had teased me about buying once before. As it was I was looking forward to seeing her in a Tanga or thong bathing suit. With her lush figure, her orbs hanging barely in the top, and the globes outside of the thong, I could only imagine how she would torment me in her latest suit, such as it was. I myself was a little more discrete in what I was going to wear. While minuscule to maximize the amount of tan my body would acquire, I did have to be careful with my lighter skin against burning. The last time I'd gotten a burn on my ass had been very very painful. I was a little more conservative than my girl in showing off my body but I too was looking forward to seeing how daring people would be down here on the beaches. I had researched things and while given to an outrageous reputation for nudity on the beaches there actually was only one official nude beach near to Rio. Called Praia do Abrico or Abrico for short it was located in the lush Grumari area of the Environmental Preservation west of Rio de Janeiro, past Barra da Tijuca and Rereio dos Bandeirantes. I had also found out there is a Naturalist's code of ethics and nudists not in the designated areas face the risk of harassment or worse. It is a misdemeanor outside of the designated areas. I had come across a list of the courtesies for visiting such beaches, such as no photos, it's not a love-in so you can't just start going at it on a public beach, you need to realize the difference between a nude versus clothing optional beach. At a nude beach, everyone is naked and expected to be so. At a clothing optional beach, it's up to you how much you actually take off. Then, there are beaches where you can go just topless. A must that was pointed out in my research, was that you take a towel to sit on (and I assume to cover up in some cases) at the bars. And finally, you should bring plenty of sunscreen. You don't want to get sunburn in inappropriate places. While we were both looking forward to seeing the sights, we were intending to see the beaches. That first day though, we were playing tourist. We took a bus that took us around the city pointing out the sites and we took notes of places we wanted to see to look a little closer than a tour bus would allow. We ate excellent local cuisine and I found the difference from my girl's cooking, her family's, and down here to be extreme. One sad thing to note is that people assume it's all the same despite the different nationalities. I think traveling is an excellent idea because it teaches you that you can have two countries side by side and find their values, ideas, foods, and traditions completely different. We had a marvelous time as we looked around and people watched. The second day though was going to be devoted to the beach. We arranged with the hotel for a car and driver to take us to Abrico. We figured why not, let's plunge in to the deep end of the amazing beaches that were available to us. Secretly, I think my girl just wanted to see if all the stories were true and how daring people would get. Hell, I wanted to see how daring WE would get. I have to say, as far as beaches go, and I am a devoted beach goer, this one was extraordinary with its beauty. I don't know if I can put into words the lushness, the beauty, the raw beauty of what we were seeing, oh and the sand and vegetation were beautiful too. I'm amazed, the stories didn't lie. From seeing Tanga's and my girls was fairly modest in comparison, to the fio dental suits, to actually topless women walking along the beach, my mouth had hung open on occasion. When we got to the section of Abrico that was completely nude my girl looked at me in daring. "Are you going to strip?" I was a little shy, after all, there were a lot of people. Some with families but as I looked, no one seemed to mind the nudity. It was natural, it was expected, and hell, we were almost there anyway with the skimpy bikini's we were wearing. When in Rome...or in this case Rio do like the natives do. I reached for the ties holding up my bikini bra. My girls eyes changed from the daring look to glittering in appreciation as I released the twins. Working out had given the muscles behind them some definition and despite being middle aged, they were looking fine. Gravity wasn't always kind but the muscles gave them considerable help. "What about you?" I said with a tease in my voice. She looked around, shrugged, and released the hounds. I sucked in my breath. Those gorgeous globes bobbed beautifully in the sunlight. Bigger than mine, more like cantaloupes, I ached to hold them in my hands. I made a move to put action to my thoughts and then remembering the rules for visiting these beaches, I desisted. Glancing around, no one was really paying attention, they were in their own little world, just a few interested glances, and that was all. "Well, what about the rest?" she asked as she glanced down at my bottoms. Bravely I stared back at her glittering eyes. If she was feeling the same as I, we wouldn't last long here on the beach and would have to find a discrete spot to take care of some loving business. I released the ties and let it fall but caught it in my hand to put it and the top in my beach bag. Adjusting my sunglasses to give me 'some' privacy I stood there proudly. As my girl pulled off her thong I watched her patch appear. I don't shave as much as she does and the discrete little landing strip needed my personal, physical, attention. Again, I stopped myself in time. I don't know that being naked in public like this was a good idea. She handed me her Tanga and I stuffed it into the bag. Putting on her own sunglasses we headed up the beach to find a place to sit out and enjoy the sun. I know we got a lot of admiring glances as we walked along. It wasn't easy showing off and with the false sense of security our sunglasses afforded us we bravely handled it. Settling in on a blanket we had brought, we laid back on easy backs, or rather an apparatus that raised our torso's so we weren't flat on our backs on the sands. It also allowed us to people watch more easily. My girl went to fetch us a couple of drinks from the bar and I watched others watch her as she walked along shamelessly. No one knew us here and she certainly didn't have anything to be ashamed of, but to see her beautiful orbs bobbing along did something in my stomach, something twisted wonderfully. I watched as quite a few men and several women admired her physique as she walked along in the deep sands. I didn't mind the admiration, she was going back to the hotel room with ME after all. I watched her covertly as she returned from the bar with two glasses of something that looked cool, refreshing, and fruity. The glasses did nothing to hide her bobbing bosom and I found myself amazingly distracted at the sight before me. I understood now why they really didn't want photography on these beaches. The eye candy alone was dazzling to the senses and I hadn't looked beyond my own girl! "Here you go" she offered the drink to me before sitting companionably beside me on the blanket. As we sipped something cool and refreshing we looked around interestedly at the various sites to see. We could smell a clear ocean breeze that ruffled our hair, there was the smell of coconut oil in the air that lent a unique tropical smell even though we already were in the tropics. We hadn't been the only ones taking a stroll to show off or to be seen. Breasts, penises, asses, and bellies could be seen in all their splendid glories, and some not so splendid. Although families and others were actually there to swim in the water in the nude, many more were there to take in the sun and get an allover tan. I'm sure there were many with licentious thoughts such as mine. It surprised me though how many families there were. The kids of course had no shame at being naked and seem to relish the freedom from clothing as they sported on the beach running, screaming, and laughing. Games were played with no shame and why should they be, it was natural to them. Not all the bodies on the beach were perfect either. There were matronly women with stretch marked sagging bodies and no tone, there were guys with paunches and flabby breasts. Not appealing to me of course, but the nicely pecked guys who obviously worked out, I could enjoy their sculpted bodies. I could appreciate the human form in its various styles. Even a saggy grandma let it hang all out and I saluted her ability to not care what people thought. The entire experience for me was enlightening. My morals and prudity were not going to be an issue here, we were all without clothing, all equal, nothing hidden, without all the hang ups that society places on us. It was an eye opening experience, in more than one way. We did indeed see the fio dentals time and again as people strolled on the beach on their way past. I thought why do they bother since we are on a nude beach already and the dental floss suits only drew attention to their breasts and tiny patch between their legs. I realized then that it was to entice, to imagine them totally naked, not out there as we were. I actually think anyone with clothing on drew more attentive looks than those without. Both of us got plenty of admiring glances as the day went by. Numerous drinks, the sandwiches from our bag, and plenty of sun made for a delightful time on the beach with my girl. After a while you didn't notice the nudity, or that's what I told myself as I saw impressive displays left and right. Admiring the firm young bodies, the older toned and sometimes surgically enhanced bodies was a great pastime. It led to some terrific conversations. "See that one!" she exclaimed out of the side of her mouth as my girl pointed with her nose towards a particularly delicious body. We had agreed, no jealousy over admiring others. This was a prime spot to admire others who were equally on display in all their glory. The exotic natives, the pasty tourist, it all blended here. I watched as people overcame their scruples to boldly strip and show off their splendor. Daring themselves to put it all out there. I could be proud of the body that I had worked hard to achieve, I wasn't ashamed. And I was equally proud if not more so of my girls lush figure. Knowing we were exclusive, knowing what awaited us when we got back to our rooms, we could honestly enjoy the show before us. The bounty that God had given us. As the day waned and new eye candy came and went, I found myself becoming aroused. My girl was beside me dozing, totally nude, totally hot and sexy, and before me was a feast for the eyes that I could only enjoy but never taste. I began to eagerly look forward to the time we would be meeting the car from the hotel. Glancing at my phone to see the time I saw it had become close to when we should head back. Gently I nudged my girl and said "hey baby, we should be heading to where we agreed to meet the car, we don't want to be late." I didn't want to be late, I wanted it to hurry us through the streets of Rio to our hotel room. I didn't want to bother to dress even, it would waste of time that was better spent loving each other. The heat of the sun, the sweat of oily bodies, the fruity and intoxicating drinks, the beautifully sexy and lush figure of my girl lying next to me, somehow it was all affecting me and I needed to take care of that driving need. Knowing my propensity for being early my girl murmured sleepily "we have time." I wanted to sigh, loudly. "I wanted to get one more drink before we go" I used as a feeble excuse. "Yeah? Get me one too" she said so she could catch some more zzzz in the sun. A dedicated sun worshipper, she could have laid here for days. I looked at her annoyed. After all this time together she should know. There should be some psychic connection that she read my mind. She should sense that I was in heat, that I was desperately aroused by her and the sights we had seen all day. I kept the rule that this was not a love-in and you couldn't have sex on the beach in my mind but that didn't prevent me from leaning over to caress her shoulder and then her abdomen softly to get her attention as I kissed her gently. This brought a smile to her face as she reached for me but I made her pay a penalty for her laziness as I got up abruptly and reached in the beach bag for a wallet to go buy us drinks. She had bought the many drinks we had consumed during the day and while I enjoyed watching her naked body walk across the sands it was a whole different thing for me to do it myself. Thank God for dark sunglasses. Why is it we feel like people can't 'see us' as we see them behind the lenses? I self-consciously walked towards the little hut that served as a bar to the tourists and I realized I had forgotten the rule about bringing a towel to sit on the bar chairs. So I stood there as I ordered two of the same drinks we had been consuming all day, a fruity concoction that made its way straight to my crotch in a delicious sort of way as I sipped through my straw. Carefully I walked back with the two drinks. I didn't want to trip over any naked outstretched limbs or kids playing exuberantly on the late day beach. I handed my girl her drink and stretched. It was natural, it was necessary, as anyone who had lain on a beach for hours will know, your muscles need a good stretch. I didn't think about the fact that I was naked as a jailbird, that I was showing off more than I intended, putting myself on display, but you know what? I don't think anyone minded. Finally we were helping each other put on our suits, such as they were, to return to the car. I was right, the drink had gone right to my crotch and by the tilt of my girls head as she kept glancing at me, I could tell she was looking despite her sunglasses, I suspected she was having the same problem as I. The car was right on time and I've never been so glad to see anyone as I was that driver. As we got in the backseat with the beach bag I felt a hand on my ass and whipped around indignantly before realizing it was my girls. That touch told me so much as she squeezed lightly. The drive was ever so long and both of us, ever so horny. Heated glances turned to light, chaste, caresses. We could make out discretely in the back seat but when that began to turn to more and the driver nearly rear ended someone, we stopped with a mutual unashamed grin. I could clearly see my girls nipples through the top of her Tanga. I couldn't wait to touch those orbs. They were exclusively mine to do with as I wanted and I was anticipating that moment when we were alone. Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 04 I threw a tip at the driver as he pulled up in front of our hotel and we walked rapidly inside and across the lobby. We had pulled on shorts but not a t-shirt and the admiring glances were also intermixed with disapproving stares as we hurried to the bank of elevators and pushed the buttons. The elevator man's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he greeted us and asked what floor. Exchanging heated glances we could at least hold hands on the way up to our rooms. The damn key card in the lock didn't turn the light immediately green and I pushed it in twice more before my amused girl took it from my nearly shaking hand to turn it around and open the door on the first try. The door was barely slammed before I pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately. Fumbling we soon had our tops ripped off, our sunglasses thrown over shoulders. Peeling off our shorts, we took the bikini's off at the same time and kicked off our sandals. Racing naked through our suite of rooms I couldn't help but admire the way my girls orbs and globes bobbed, I hurried to catch up and catch her in my arms. As her chest heaved against mine I kissed her deeply and passionately, showing her exactly how much I wanted her, desired her. We barely made it into the luxurious shower, and washing, that was a new agony. A torment I have to heartily endorse to anyone who understands the beauty of foreplay. Delicious soap suds from hair hastily washed streaming down tanned and toned bodies, water droplets that ached to have a tongue following them. Yes, I was in agony, torment, but it was such a delight to have this body against mine in the shower, I didn't mind and I eagerly anticipated what we both knew would follow. Carefully I dried her delicious little body, the one that had tormented me in its Tanga and out of it. The woman who had pointed out glorious bodies all day long and as if I didn't know, had become as aroused as I at the feast before our eyes. As she dried my body just as carefully, prolonging this 'accidental' on purpose foreplay, I could see how big the pupils in her dark eyes had become, they were totally dilated. Now I want to say that last drink had affected her but I instinctively knew she was in a high state of arousal and who was I to deny her. As we kissed again passionately, I began to maneuver her back into the bedroom and to our Olympic sized king bed. Lowering her gently to the bed I began an agonizingly slow dance that only she and I knew the steps to. After being together for years, we both knew the steps, and while sometimes the rhythm was fast and furious we both telepathically decided that this time it was going to go slow, the band was going to play things, agonizingly slow. Caressing along her delicious body I thought of how it had tantalized me all day, how she had looked, how much I had wanted her on the beach all day long. The sight of all those naked bodies, while beautiful, the few that had worn bikini's had tantalized, had enticed, and had aroused. Apparently she felt the same way though as she held me just as tenderly, as sweetly, as she whispered sweet nothings in my ear and rolled us both over so she could molest my willing body. I didn't mind, I couldn't wait to feel her hands, her lips, her tongue all over. As she leaned down for a kiss I held her body close with my hands and caressed down her long back. Those orbs were finally in my hands cupping her lower half close as I squeezed, massaged, and prodded them. A moan was one of the many rewards I received for my efforts. Her kiss brought her tongue into play and I enjoyed the feel of it in my mouth as I maneuvered it to suck deeply upon it. The moan that I got from that move had my crotch arching towards her as she rubbed ours together. The gasp torn from my lips told her she was doing something right and she smiled as she kissed, licked, and nibbled her way across my jaw to my ear and gently took the lobe in her mouth to suck and nibble on. My hands traveled up her back to caress, to fondle, to lightly scratch so she would arch against my heated body. I returned to those delicious orbs and squeezed appreciatively. Their lushness filled my hands and they had looked so enticingly, all day long. She inched a hand between our glued bodies and grasped my breast, palming it and then squeezing and massaging it. The erect nipple demanded attention and she pulled it lightly before tweaking it. My moan was her reward. She kissed her way down my neck, stopping to lave attention on the hollow by my collar bone. Her tongue felt like it was on fire as it worked its way south to my nipple where she took first one and then the other in her mouth and sucked and nibbled on them before tonguing them ferociously. My hands could no longer reach her delicious little ass and I caressed her shoulders, her neck, and her nape my fingertips lightly teased. Only one hand was necessary for this, the other went through her dark wet hair, encouraging her to continue what she was so expertly doing. Her fingers, hands, and body weren't quiet either. They made music as she moved against me, her legs rubbing mine, her body rubbing and writhing lightly against me. She had never been a passive partner and her fingers moved from my breasts to my belly to caress there for a while before moving slowly, patiently, south to the V where my legs parted instantly for her welcome invasion. At the first touch of my pussy though I thought I was going to come off the bed and cum right then. Apparently I had been aroused for hours and this slow motion love affair was going to be my undoing. She expertly played with my clit and felt for the wetness we both knew was awaiting her. A low chuckle in her throat told us both I was gushing. I couldn't wait to take turn today. I had to know, I had to taste, to feel, to DO. She was smaller than I and when I pried her lips off my nipples I pried her hand from my pussy and I turned so she would still be on top of me but we were soon in a classic 69 position. She chuckled in appreciation. Slow was nice, but mutual satisfaction was nicer. At the first taste though I knew I wasn't the only one gushing from their arousal. I brought my fingers into play. One hand grabbing for her luscious ass to hold her in place, the other delving first into her pussy to bring out more of the wetness for my eager tongue before spreading her for my mouth. Rimming her I licked my way inside and scooped up every drop I could find before probing deeply with my tongue. She groaned aloud from what I was doing to her delicious little crotch. She hadn't been idle as she was faced with my crotch, the thrusting inside and petting of my G spot hadn't gone unnoticed or unappreciated. I grunted with satisfaction as she pushed one, then two, and then a third inside of me to give me that fullness. Her pinkie rubbed along the slit and rubbed at my rose bud as her mouth captured my lips in a kiss that only another woman can give you. Only another woman can understand how another woman will enjoy, will feel, and will fall apart over things like this. I was falling apart. When she hit my clit again I was moaning against hers and the harmonics together were driving us insane. Greedily we slurped, and licked, and probed to a high that only we could achieve together. I knew her perfectly well, she knew me equally as much and we knew all the buttons to push as we drove each other up that mountain and jumped off the cliff together. I didn't realize she had come at the same time as I dealt with the convulsions she had caused in my body but apparently one part of my mind had continued to pleasure her to an equally outrageous orgasm. As I lay there panting, soothing her ravished pussy with my mouth and tongue and sucking up all of her juices joyfully I thought about our adventures and realized how lucky we were to of found each other, how wonderful this truly was. What a great invention the bikini really was, dangerous, but it had led me to this beautiful woman I was enraptured with. ~The End~ K'Anne ;-P Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 05 To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one. Please also vote on how you liked it, every vote does count. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne I met my future bikini, er girlfriend on the beach, naturally. I didn't think I stood a chance. Here is this hot looking babe looking so fine in a bikini with a terrific looking body and I nearly fall on my face. I had just moved to Florida, there is a beach practically everywhere you go, inland beaches, river beaches, and of course the ocean or gulf beaches. You can't drive too far without running into water and a beach, somewhere. I had gotten a day off of work, so I was going to work on my tan. I'm too white. In fact, you might say I almost glow in the dark. I have to be careful with my red hair and bright white skin, so I planned to do the whole tan thing slowly. I will tan, eventually, but like I said, I have to be careful. I parked on a pristine white sandy beach, paid the fee (outrageous as it was!) and seriously thought about looking into a parking permit since I was now technically a resident. I wasn't planning on being out too long, it was always a mistake the first time to get a burn, it kind of turns you off from the idea for future outings if you're a lobster. Unattractive too! I grabbed my sunblock, not too high on the PH scale; I still want a small burn, just not crispy. A towel thrust into my beach bag and I was basically set. My sunglasses perched on my nose; I adjusted my one piece suit, made for those of us without the nice bodies that can show them off with a bikini. I was also wearing a pair of shorts to keep the suit from riding up my backside and showing off the cellulite I was sure to be sporting. No, I definitely didn't have a great body, too many years of inactivity on the bones but I had a nice face, like a fine wine, I've gotten better with age. Looking out over the beach I had to decide where to sit. It was fairly crowded and I realized how lucky I had been to find a parking spot, I wouldn't be staying very long and now was definitely kicking myself for bothering to pay to park today. I could have parked on the street like the million other beach goers I could see. Oh well, 'newbie in town' I thought as I made my way through the sand. You can really get a workout just crossing the sand as you sink in to your ankles. I wanted to feel how warm the gulf waters were. I'd seen them many times on my trips down here but actually touched, no. I was surprised how warm they actually were, for a large body of water it felt warm to my toes. I watched as children ran in and out of the surf with abandon, totally enjoying the sun and water. Some accompanied by parents but many let off their leash to be watched from afar. Looking up the beach I decided to make my way back up the beach towards my car before sitting on the sand to work on the tan. Already I thought I could detect the faint warmth of my skin but shrugged it off as being in my head. The sun was hot though and I could tell I was perspiring a little from walking across the sands. I looked around, starting to focus on people, and that was my mistake. Although an avid people watcher, I didn't think that far ahead, that this would be a prime opportunity to check out women in their swimsuits, bikini's, and shorts. I hadn't had a girlfriend in a couple of years, and I was due to find someone. I was kind of picky though but with this body, I couldn't be too picky. This distraction though proved to almost be my undoing as I watched one buxom blonde nearly topple over with the oversized watermelons she was sporting, they had to be fake. Watching them, er her, I nearly walked across a woman's stretched legs on the sand. "Oh excuse me!" I apologized profusely as I nearly toppled over myself. She had been watching me. She had spotted me as soon as I made my way out onto the sands and across them to the water. She admired my white skin and the red hair against it. She had a thing for redheads, a serious Sarah Ferguson (Princess of York) fixation and this chick immediately reminded her of her crush. Even the extra pounds didn't bother her, it added to the illusion that her crush was within touching distance. She couldn't believe it when I began to make my way back, directly towards her or so it seemed. My momentary lapse of attention nearly had me in her lap, not that she would have minded, but that wasn't how she had hoped to meet me. Glancing at my ring finger she hoped, or rather prayed, that I wasn't hetero. I wasn't wearing one, but then that really didn't mean anything in this day and age. Seeing the way I was eyeing the blonde though her heart leapt in hope. "Hey, that's okay" she smiled with beautiful white teeth that shone brightly against her tan skin. Catching myself from tripping or trampling her I was startled with how striking she looked. Every square inch of her bikini clad body seemed tanned. It wasn't just the fact that she was obviously Latina with her dark hair and features, she must work out, her body was toned, but her skin looked incredibly tanned, incredibly soft, and my mind being on girls I absentmindedly glanced to see if she was wearing a ring. She wasn't but I wasn't going to put too much on that sign. "I wasn't looking where I was going I guess, I'm sorry." "That's okay, really, no harm done." Quickly thinking she asked "looking for a spot to sit?" Nodding stupidly, totally clueless about where this even might lead I looked around, there were plenty of spaces I could take. "You can sit here" she indicated the open space I had intended to walk through before becoming distracted. There was no reason I could see to not take the space and I nodded and said "thank you" before digging in my bag for my towel to sit on. She waited until I was all settled before introducing herself. I didn't think twice about returning the courtesy. It never occurred to me that this might be leading anywhere, I just thought of it as her being friendly, not a prelude to being hit on. Although I had imagined this sort of thing, I really had no idea how to hit on someone or when I was being hit on myself. I'm kind of clueless that way. We started non-challantly chatting. Sharing insights, people watching, enjoying the kids on the beach. I found myself confiding that I had just moved here. She told me she had lived in Florida all her life, her family were Cuban. We compared families. Despite cultural differences, families were families everywhere. We laughed and shared stories. I realized I had been out in the sun a little too long when I stretched for my bottle of water from my bag and could feel that familiar stiffness on my skin. Looking down I couldn't tell through my sun glasses whether I was pink or red. Lifting them slightly I thought I looked a little pink. "Hey, it looks like I better be going" I mentioned to my new friend. She was disappointed but hid it well. She had enjoyed getting to know me in the short time we had. She thought quickly about how to get my number or something... "Would you like to get a drink" she indicated one of the many umbrella stands that populated the beach. Totally clueless I answered without thinking "naw, I'd better be going, I don't want to burn anymore, this could get painful." Disappointed she let me go with a "see you around." She figured I wasn't interested, not a lesbian, or something like that. Dummy me, I left and returned to my car, totally without realizing I had delayed my future lover, my relationship, my happily ever after by leaving too soon from the beach. Living in a new location with a new job, I decided I needed a new attitude, a new hairstyle, a new me. Since I worked pretty much 9-5 I had my evening's free. Not much of a television watcher, I decided to put those hours to use in a useful endeavor. I joined a gym. Not just any gym though, this one promised cardio workouts, dance classes for fitness, and an almost all girl's membership. Nobody wants men gawking when they are sweaty and working out. I wasn't going because I wanted a man, I was going because secretly I hoped to figure out this whole girl/girl relationship thing and meet someone, maybe? A good friend advised me that it was all in the 'look'. I had no idea what the 'look' was and when I practiced on her she advised me to NEVER do that again unless I was on the way to the hospital or giving birth. Not a great thing for the ego when you're trying to figure out how to find a girl to date and eventually have sex with. You're probably thinking the obvious; I should go to a gay bar. My experience in gay bars though had been traumatic. I may be big with broad shoulders and a bit of a middle aged spread but I don't look like a dyke, I am not hard core, and I like feminine women. There is NOTHING wrong with a woman who looks like that, it just isn't for ME! The few times I had gone, I didn't leave it up to one horrible experience, I experienced it again and again, just for repetitions sake, and to get it slammed into my psyche that the bar scene I had happened upon had a lot of butch women and while I got hit on (even I knew I was being hit on!), it wasn't anyone I was attracted to. Even I, the most naive lesbian that exists, knew I was being hit on, fresh meat and all that. Those experiences, repeated for the learning experience, were not to be repeated again. I'm sure the lesbian bar scene in Florida might be different but I wasn't ready to throw myself to the wolves, yet. My batteries on my toys weren't worn out, my toys weren't crying 'uncle,' and I wasn't willing to admit defeat in the finding of Ms. Right. So, I was trying the subtle way of meeting women in an all girl's atmosphere. The gym had a lot of heterosexual women I realized early on. There were a few obvious lesbian women, some with their tattoo's and heads shaved to prove they didn't care what people thought about them being so obvious. While I appreciated the beauty of some of these women, some of them just plain scared the hell out of me. I wasn't going to make the first move, since I didn't have a clue about making it anyway, and fortunately I didn't have a clue about them making it either. Thank goodness for my naiveté. Instead, I took my classes, worked my body for what it was worth, and began to get into shape, however slowly. Because of my work schedule I was grateful the gym was open 24 hours, I could go anytime. The classes weren't available all the time unfortunately but one of the instructors had shown me the equipment and how to get the most out of it and I was working towards being toned. I didn't want to bulk up; I already had shoulders built in like a football player, no need to add to that look. One of the nights though that I changed up my schedule I thought I saw that girl from the beach. In fact, I was sure of it but being shy, I made no effort to go over and say hello. Yeah, I know, stupid move. If all else I could claim to know someone in Florida outside of work. What I didn't know is that she saw me too. She spotted the red hair immediately, noticed I had gotten it layered, and how attractive it was on me. I wasn't wearing my sunglasses of course and that made me look different too. At first she thought I was someone else, when she thought I had noticed her, she thought perhaps I didn't want her bothering me. She had gone back to the beach, in the same exact place repeatedly, hoping to run into me again. I too had gone to the beach a few times looking for her, hoping to talk with her again, get to know her better, make a friend. We must have just missed each other time and again. So, we avoided each other, both not sure of the other's interest. She unsure of whether or not I was gay or straight. Me, clueless as to any signs that would tell me of her interest. If I had only known. She had been thinking a lot about her 'Fergie' look-a-like. She had fantasized all sorts of scenarios where we met, fell into bed, and got our groove on. She also hoped vaguely to make a friend, a lover, a someone to come home to, but those were minor compared to actually meeting and dating me. Fate is a funny bitch though. If you are meant to meet, you will. Our one meeting on the beach had caused our fates to be intertwined; we just didn't know it at the time. Our second meeting happened at the Gym of course but neither one of us acted on it or acknowledged it. Fate was getting angry and after a full day's work, I wasn't in the mood to be messed with, shopping angrily I just wanted to get a few things for my empty fridge before getting home and making supper. Add in an angry Latina woman with a shopping cart who wasn't watching where she was going (she still claims it was my fault) and the crash was almost inevitable. "Jeez, watch where you're going" we both said almost simultaneously, although I think her expletive started with an 'f.' Looking up we both realized who the other was almost instantly. Despite wearing regular clothes in the form of a bikini top and cutoff jeans, I recognized her instantly. Actually, it was the lack of clothes that gave her away, the fantastic body that immediately clued me in. I don't think I would have recognized her had she been all dressed up then. "Oh hi" she recovered first looking at my conservative suit. She liked how clean cut I looked in it. A lot different from the swim suited red head on the beach or the sweaty one from the gym. "Uh, hi" I answered stupidly, not sure of the protocol but I thought I recovered well. I deal with a lot of people in the course of a day and have to be pleasant to all of them despite their moods. I wasn't attracted to them though. She figured what the hell and grinned "haven't seen you at the beach in a while." I smiled remembering how much I had enjoyed chatting with her that day, I also knew I had been back several times since then to look for her but hadn't seen her even once. "I've been there" I answered. "Really?" she looked me up and down appreciatively "you're not very tan." "Yeah, I don't get very dark, unfortunately" I answered as I looked down at my arms and glanced at my legs. "Unfortunately?" she asked. "Yeah, maybe if I got darker I wouldn't burn so easily" I responded with genuine regret in my voice. "Did you burn that day?" she asked curious. Nodding I made a fake wince to stress my point "just one of the joys of having light skin." "Your skin looks like porcelain" she complimented me. I thought that was an odd thing to say to another woman and I looked deep into her dark eyes, something about big brown eyes has always melted me and this time I wasn't immune. I was also struck momentarily mute but before it could become embarrassing, I asked "didn't I see you at the gym?" "Oh the one over on 2nd?" she said casually, but she knew, she knew what gym I meant, we both did. It was just one of those inane conversations we both knew was spoken just so we had something to say. But, I answered, playing the game "yeah, I go there now and then." She frowned, faking it "yeah, I've been there occasionally." She didn't tell me she had been in a long dry spell of course, and took her sexual frustration out on her body, toning it, almost sculpting it. We chatted the inane conversation for a while, ignoring the glares of others who had to go around us as we conversed, both of us prolonging the conversation because we just wanted to. Somehow, I'm still not sure how, she manipulated it so that we would meet up and work out together, someday, soon. I was very happy about this turn of events, looking forward to seeing her again, and to perhaps making a friend. She on the other hand was a bundle of nerves after carefully engineering the conversation into a future meeting, almost a date. It was a start. She still couldn't read the woman though, she was sure she needed to get her gaydar fixed, it certainly wasn't telling her something she really wanted to know about her 'Fergie.' Casually, almost as if neither one of us had made the meeting; we began to work out together. She took it easy on me and for that, me and my muscles were grateful. I however, began to envy her, that exquisite body; the melon sized breasts, the firm stomach and legs. Her perfect tan. She did have a leg up with her Latina skin. My broad shoulders, average sized breasts, flabby stomach, legs, and a hint of a second chin all annoyed the hell out of me. Working out together, I soon realized how competitive I could become. Admiring her, enjoying our conversations, our camaraderie, I began to realize I wanted to look as svelte as she did. If she did 10 of something, I did 15. Not only to prove I could, but to prove I was stronger (I was), but also secretly to prove I was somehow better. This silent competition was only in my head. She on the other hand, pushed me, to see if I could do more, not faster, but better. She saw something in me that even I didn't see. The broad shoulders, the more than a handful of breast, the butt that was becoming tight, the porcelain skin, all made her drool as it began to come together, as we worked it together. She longed to run her fingers through my hair. Despite hints, partial conversations, she couldn't bluntly ask if I was interested in women, and more particularly in her. Something held her back; something made her afraid that if she was blunt, I would run off and she would lose what we had, what was becoming a very important friendship for her. "We should go out" she commented after one particularly sweaty work out. "Yeah right, me in my sweats, you in something outrageous" I teased sincerely, reminding her of our conversations about the beach. We had gone a couple of times, her in various bikini's that I couldn't help but admire, her breasts barely contained, threatening to spill out of the bonds that held them. I wished somehow I could tell her that I admired them, that I wanted to touch them. I blushed at my thoughts for my friend who had only been kind and generous to me and here I was lusting after her beautiful body. She wondered at my blush but my response had angered her "why do you do that?" Startled I looked up, my hand froze with the towel that was wiping the sweat from my face, "do what?" "Why do you continually put yourself down like that?" she began angrily, but controlled herself with an effort. Anyone who knows the Latina temperament knows what she had to put under wraps. "You've been working out, you shouldn't be so self-conscious about your size, you're a big girl, but you're pretty." She softened her angry tone and continued "let's go out and party." I was surprised, my friend had never been this angry with me before. She had warned me about the Latina temperament but I had never been on the receiving end of it. Although it wasn't full blown, I sensed the passions that were below the surface of this kind woman. "I don't have anything to wear besides my suits.,." I began hesitantly and at a look from her I quickly amended what I had been about to say to continue with "but I suppose I could go shopping. Shall we go out Friday after work?" Her demeanor changed immediately to one of hearty approval. "Friday it is!" I had never really thought about what I would wear to go out in. I had all my conservative suits. I enjoyed looking professional, but that was like my uniform. I had never really bought something with the intention of looking sexy. I didn't think sexy could be pulled off, but for some reason, for this woman, I wanted to look sexy, be sexy, and perhaps surprise her a little. "I need help" I begged a saleswoman in an exclusive little shop in the mall. I never shopped in these but thought perhaps they could help more than going it alone. "I need to find something a little sexy." I knew with my red hair that the red on my cheeks as I blushed was unattractive, I was a little uncomfortable, but I was being brave. Bikinis Are Dangerous Ch. 05 "What is your size?" she asked eyeing me up expertly. The dreaded question, who EVER wants to be asked THIS question? When I answered the usual answer, the size I had been for years, she shook her head at me and I asked "why not? Don't you carry those sizes?" Now I was worried, they didn't carry LARGE oompa loompa sizes? "Yes of course we do but I don't believe you are that size, is it possible you are a smaller size?" she said respectfully. I was puzzled, I had been the same size forever and then it hit me, I HAD been working out; maybe I was no longer an oompa loompa. Because of the color of my hair, some colors just weren't going to work but this woman knew her job and had an eye not only for colors but size and style. In no time at all I had several very attractive dresses to choose from. But I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the one I tried on in a shade of blue that I can't quite describe except to say aqua but even that isn't accurate, it brought the color out in my eyes and the combination was like WOW to my own reflection. It hugged me in all the right places, making my breasts look bigger and my ass smaller somehow. I didn't care about the price but even that was in its favor since it was on sale! I bought real stockings to go with it and a new garter as well. Matching shoes and this woman deserved her commission! I left that store knowing for the first time that I was beautiful, I felt beautiful, she had made me feel beautiful, but I had deserved it, I had worked out hard to achieve this and I walked with a little hitch in my stride that had never before been there. A little hitch in my giddyup! A swagger in the ole one two step. Nothing like a new dress, new stockings, new shoes to make a woman feel like a woman! As I dressed to go out with my new friend I realized as I slid the new stocking up my freshly shaved legs that every woman should feel this sexy at least once in their life. I attached the stockings to the garters one at a time and pulled the dress on over my beautiful Victoria's Secret underwear. New clothes, sexy clothes, made a woman feel fabulous. As I slid into the shoes I realized I should have 'broken' them in but figured I would just be careful. I had no idea what she had in mind and as I had wanted to surprise her I might be over dressed. As I answered my front door I think the surprise on her face was worth it. From my matching shoes, stockings, to the dress that clung in all the right places, and finally my hair that I had brushed until it shone, she was admiring of my appearance and for some reason I suddenly felt shy and flustered. I couldn't help but stare at the incredible body, er woman before me. Her face was impeccably made up but it was her body that made me go WOW! Dressed in a crossover black dress with a plunging neckline her ample breasts peeked out enticingly, aching to come out and play. Her legs looked good with no stockings necessary since she was perpetually tanned. Her high heels brought her up to the height I would have been had I not been wearing some myself. We made quite a pair "So where are we going?" I asked enthused, looking forward to a night out after so long. "It's a surprise" she told me as we walked out to her car together. She let me seat myself but I thought I saw a hesitation there for a moment as though she was going to help me. It's an awkward moment, especially when women date others of whether or not to play the gallant. Since she was still unsure about me and I hadn't made my interest known, yet, she decided to play it cool and be 'the friend' instead of the girlfriend. She took me to this swanky club where our dressing up was totally appropriate. Apparently one of the doormen was a distant cousin because we got let right in. It was amazing to be herded to the head of the line like some important somebody. We both got stared at and not just because we looked pretty that night, both men and women glared at our 'superior' status in cutting to the head of the line. Since we were dressed appropriately they probably thought we were important someone's who they just didn't know. The inside was decked out in a disco era collage of lights and colors. Everyone seemed to be dancing and we made our way to a group of people that she introduced me to as friends and relatives. "Wanna dance?" she shouted over the music in my ear. At my nod I found myself following her to the floor. Several interested on lookers watched as we began to gyrate to the beat. I realized soon that I needed a drink or two to loosen up; I looked too stiff in my mind's eye. We danced and drank for hours; I really had a good time and it looked like she did too. A few of her friends and I found out later cousin's danced with us as well. One of them was amazingly good. He looked like a Cuban John Travolta. He had all the moves and once I had consumed a few alcoholic beverages I relaxed enough to dance with him. Wow, if I were straight I could have fallen in love with his athletic body. I couldn't help but look at the woman I was calling (at least in my head) my girl. Laughing and dancing with her and her friends was a riot. We had a lot of fun. I found myself looking at her and the sheen of sweat from our exertions on her delicious little body. As she drove me home in the early hours of the next day, we had literally danced the night away; I wanted to put my arm around her. I was hoping for a good night kiss, and yet, I felt too damn shy to instigate it. I was thrilled when she walked me to my door and as I fumbled for the key I turned and said "I had a wonderful time tonight, see you in a few hours?" I indicated the invitation we had to meet at the beach with everyone to have a picnic. She smiled "yeah, see you in a few hours" before she took the initiative and leaned in for our first kiss. From the first time I had seen her bikini clad body, to the workouts she had tortured me with, to tonight, watching her dance and laugh and enjoy herself, I had wondered what tasting her would be like. Her mouth tasted like the strawberries of the Margarita she had consumed, but even more than that, the taste of her alone was intoxicating. That one kiss must have lasted a good five minutes as we explored each other's mouths. Our hands held each other's heads and shoulders so each of could enjoy the other fully. I know for me, I would have liked it to never end. As it was, had I had my way, I would have pulled her inside and made love to her. I found out later she wanted to make sure that I was sure. As she pulled back she smiled faintly into my eyes. We were both breathing hard from that incredible first kiss. The scent of her; from her perfume, to that unique 'her' scent were enough to make me want her. Throbbingly and insistently, I admitted something in my head I had been feeling for quite a while; I wanted this woman, desperately. It wasn't something I hadn't known of course but it was like a neon sign going off in my head, loudly! "Good night" she said with an even greater smile as she stepped back and headed back to her car. I watched stupidly as she made her way, my mind numb, I told myself later that I was watching her for her safety that she got back to the car okay. In reality, the kiss, my arousal, and the feelings that both provoked had me numb. My brain wasn't functioning properly. I did note that she had a nice ass and her curves were all in the right place, so something was working, somewhere. I found out later that that walk as the hardest thing she had done. She had wanted to push me into the apartment and make mad passionate love to me; instead, she decided to play it cool. She had found out that I just might possibly be 'into' women, and after this night, there was hope for an 'us.' As I walked to 'our' spot on the beach, I saw many of the others from the previous night. My one piece swim suit stood out like a sore thumb with all the bikini and speedo clad bodies. I consoled myself that I just wasn't quite ready for that much skin to be displayed. I spotted the one bikini clad body I was looking for though. She was laying out on a towel in a two piece black bikini that screamed 'lay on me' and with some mental difficulty I kept myself from doing that. As it was, I was weak in the knees. Seeing that flesh that I wanted to caress, to lick, to kiss, to suck, was torture. She put her hand up to shade the sun from her sunglasses as I said "hello" in a shy voice. Smiling she sat up and I watched that amazing body which I was nearly drooling over. The way her skin fit those bones made me want to caress, to pet, to lick... mentally shaking myself I realized she had said hello as well. "I brought my fruit salad" I indicated the small cooler I was toting, just to make conversation, to get me to stop thinking the thoughts I was. I wondered if she was regretting last night's kiss. I know I didn't. "Wanna sit down?" she indicated a space that was clearly marked for someone. "I don't want to take someone's space..." I began hesitantly. "I saved it for you" she interrupted with a smile. Joyfully I sat down as I looked around at the group that had gathered. Already a game of Frisbee was in action. Someone had set up a net for volleyball and people were horse playing around in and out of the water. We joined in the volleyball games later and I was ever so grateful to my one piece suit. So many of the girls were falling out of their bikini's, some deliberately I was sure. I was a little distracted by the one in the striking black suit and after being hit in the head twice by the ball due to said distraction, sat out so I could watch her jump and run around. My interest didn't go unnoticed by her or her friends. She got teased on many scores but they were all happy for her, they had heard about her 'crush' for a while now and seeing my obvious interest, they had high hopes for us. In the late afternoon I reluctantly packed up my stuff. I thought perhaps I had gotten too much sun on my pale shoulders and 'my girl' offered to drive me home but I had brought my car. "Would you care for a pizza at my place?" I offered instead. She delightedly accepted. As we sat in our swim suits and shorts to wait for the pizza delivery guy we chatted about anything and everything. I loved that about our friendship. We could talk about anything. Even over the pizza and beer we chatted. I could sense something more though, this time was different. I could see her erect nipples through her bikini top; I had only to look down to see mine through my one piece. I felt wet between my legs, I wondered if I was imaging that I could scent her arousal, maybe it was just wishful thinking? "Want me to pop in a movie?" I offered after dinner and she took me up on the offer as we sat on the couch to watch some comedy. Neither of us was interested in it. It was some Sandra Bullock movie, and while a funny one, we were both interested in each other. I could tell she was glancing at me as much as I was glancing at her. Digesting our pizza and beer we were relaxed and finally I felt this was ridiculous. I was aroused, she was interested, we were consenting adults, and the amount of skin exposed by her bikini was driving me crazy. I wanted to desperately plunge my fingers in the waistband of her bikini bottoms and find out her treasures. I finally turned to her and speaking her name waited for the fraction of a second for her to turn to me before I leaned in for a kiss. Afterwards I felt I had unleashed some wild animal. She practically jumped me. I soon found out that her breasts were indeed real by the way they pushed insistently against me. That first kiss had her climbing on top of me on the couch. I didn't mind. I soon released those amazing orbs from their captivity and they were spilling out into my face in no time. She moaned when I took first one and then the other reverently in my hands and caressed them, my mouth found her nipples and I tongued them fervently. Her moan drove me mad as I wanted it all and I wanted it RIGHT NOW! It had been so long, too long really, since I had been with someone, but I found that having taken my time with this woman, falling in love with her, and yes I was willing to admit that already, making love to her was different, more worthwhile. Her animalistic attacking of me was welcome and encouraged. She arched into me, pressing those melons into my face. I felt like I could suffocate with the size of them but I managed to kiss and fondle and lick and suck them to her evident delight. Gently I pinched them hearing her suck in her breath and enjoy it. My hands easily took the scraps of cloth known as a bikini from her incredible body. I indulged in my earlier fantasy of plunging into her bikini bottoms and removing them along with her shorts. The couch wasn't a great place to make love to her and I effortlessly scooped her smaller body up to carry her into my bedroom where I put her down on the bed and looked at the naked offering. An incredible body to be sure but her dark hair, sculpted cheekbones, and welcoming lips beckoned me. I couldn't wait to feel all of her beneath me. I remembered the feelings I had felt the first time I saw her in a bikini on the sands and just today, the urge to lay on top of her and grind my own body against hers were there once again. I gave into those urges. Her hands were busy as well as she peeled my one piece suit from my eager body, rolling it down from my body like a fruit roll up, peeling it slowly and deliberately. We rolled and played on the bed as our fingers got busy touching, probing, caressing each other higher and higher. The wetness I had suspected was incredible; I could have drowned when my face finally came in contact between her legs. She wrapped those legs around my shoulders to keep me there and bring me closer. I couldn't have gotten any closer unless I was inside. I wanted to go inside and my fingers slid in easily with the incredible amount of wetness they encountered. I eagerly lapped and poked and teased. My fingers, my tongue, and my teeth were all busy playing with the flesh offered to me. Her cries of joy at my invasion of her body were just background music as I didn't stop. As I said before it had been a long time and I couldn't seem to slow down as I made her cum a multiple of times before she grabbed my hair to pull my head away from her over sensitized clit and crotch. Any thoughts that I wasn't 'into' women were silenced by what I had done to her, thoroughly and completely. "Enough" she gasped as she held onto the mane of hair she had so admired for so long. She pulled me up and rolled with me to get me under her incredible and fit body. She began by kissing almost every freckle she could find on my body. Being a red head and having freckles went hand in hand so it took a while. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation; I took it like a woman. My body was gushing and I eagerly anticipated everything she might do to it. The first touch of her hands on my crotch had me arching and begging for her attention. I was so aroused I was no longer thinking straight. As she pinched my nipple and her mouth came in contact with my clit I began to grind against her immediately, there was no finesse, no more love play. I needed release and I needed it NOW! That first orgasm wasn't pretty, it was messy, it was base and it was so very very necessary. It had been so long since I had full-service instead of self-service that my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I bucked and nearly threw her off of me. She held on for dear life as she felt the gushing of fluid from between my legs. Pulling back she was in time to see a fountain of ejaculation come from between my legs as I cried out in relief. The amount amazed and delighted her. Later I would have to put my cover blanket, sheets, and mattress pad all in the washer, definitely a wet spot of monstrous proportions. In the meantime, she ground her mouth against my agitated clit, plunged her fingers rapidly in and out, and I soon came again. It didn't seem to be enough though, I needed more. I rose up and trapped her beneath me. She loved the sight of her red-headed 'Fergie' rising above her as I began to grind down on her agile mouth with it's wonderful little tongue doing deliciously naughty things between my legs. Careful not to hurt her, I helped her get comfortable as her hands rose to play with my breasts and I used the headboard for balance before riding her face to another soul fulfilling orgasm. I think she nearly drowned from the amount of cum my body produced. Finally though I collapsed to the side of the bed and she crawled up my sweaty and heated body to lay with her head on my chest as my heart returned to normal. I held her in my arms as I contemplated what exactly this might mean for both of us. We had certainly taken a step in the 'right' direction. Every time I see my girl in her bikini though, she has the same effect on me. I can't imagine that delicious body belonging to someone else. We ended up moving in together months later after my first lease ran out. We spent a lot of time taking off her bikini's since she is such an avid sun-worshipper and wears them almost constantly. It led to some very pleasant times and I know she felt just putting one on created a problem, I couldn't seem to leave her alone when I saw her in one, apparently when I started wearing them it was a problem too, in our household BIKINI'S ARE DANGEROUS. ~The End~ K'Anne ;-P Bikinis Are Dangerous "That was amazing" she whispered hoarsely as she slowly pivoted around so she could straddle me once again. I kissed and fondled her in reply not done by any stretch of the imagination. What we had just had was merely an appetizer to wet our appetites for the main course. We realized though this would be better finished in the house where we could indulge to any degree whatever our hearts desired. I helped her back on with her bikini and she with mine, the scraps of cloth taking no time at all and we went into the house. I realized as I watched her luscious ass in it's bikini clad bottoms that I wanted her desperately and couldn't wait to remove them again. A bikini is meant to entice and it had done that admirably, you get those purists who believe a bikini is meant to give you maximum exposure to get a beautiful tan but I don't believe it, I knew my girl couldn't wait to get mine off of my body and no matter how many times she took me or saw me naked, it was never enough. The bikini was a dangerous bit of clothing. End