bras. The sight of those is all it takes for my cock to get hard.
“So, are you going to the beach?” I ask.
“Eh,” she says with a shrug like she could take it or leave it. The fucking beach. What’s wrong with this girl?
“What? You don’t like the ocean? Can’t stand the sand in your ass crack?”
“I don’t like bathin’ suits,” she says without looking up from her task of sorting piles of clothing.
“Why not? I bet you’re hot as fuck in a bikini,” I tell her when I take a seat on the edge of the bed, conveniently beside the pile of lingerie. Reaching out, I finger the satin and lace, unable to stop myself from imagining how awesome they would look on Hailey, especially the skimpy black set.
Hailey barks out a laugh. “I don’t wear bikinis.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, removing my gaze from the sexy underwear and eyeing her up and down over the tight fitting bust and short hem of her retro dress. “Because if there was ever a female body made for a bikini, it would be yours.”
She reaches into a pile of clothing and holds up two pieces of brown and pink fabric with some sort of floral design. It’s big enough that it could wrap around her twice. “The tankini is my preferred style of swimwear,” she tells me.
“Fuck that shit,” I say dismissively. “I’d give my left hand to see you in a bikini.”
“Left hand?” she asks, pausing in her sorting to raise a dark blonde eyebrow at me.
“Well yeah. I would only give the right one to see you naked.”
She laughs and turns away from me, but doesn’t respond.
“Come on, Hailey. Make one of my dreams come true.”
Shaking her head, she says, “Hell no, not that I own a bikini, even if I agreed to be seen in one.”
“Oh, well, we can remedy that right now,” I tell her, remembering one of the beach shops we drove past not even a mile up the road. Sure, my bank account is exceedingly low, but to see Hailey in a bikini, I would gladly spend my last dime. “I’ll go get you one if you’ll wear it.”
“You’re gonna buy me a swimsuit?” she asks skeptically with a hand on the sexy hip of her pin-up dress. “You don’t even know what size I wear.”
“You’re right,” I concede. “I need to get your measurements first.” Standing up in front of her, I reach out, cupping both of her titties in my hands. I swallow a groan as I weigh them, squeeze them, and just for the hell of it, fondle them a little, strumming my thumbs over her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. The whole time, Hailey is looking up at me with her lips parted in surprise like she’s not sure if she wants to smack me or fuck me. My cock knows which one he would prefer. Before she can decide, I slide my palms down to her bony hips and around her back to fill them both with her incredible ass, showing it the same treatment as her tits. “Okay, I think I’ve got your size down now.”
“I’m not wearin’ a bikini,” she says, pressing her breasts against me and grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer instead of push me away. My cock surges forward in desperation for her. Still kneading her ass, I lean down to kiss the side of her neck, and then flick my tongue over her warm, salty skin.
“If you’ll wear a bikini,” I tell her against her rising goosebumps. “I’ll spend the whole night between your legs, licking your pussy until I give you so many orgasms you beg me to stop.”
I feel and hear the sharp intake of air when she gasps against my chest. She doesn’t respond with words after several more seconds, so I reluctantly pull back to see her face. She looks shocked and awed, blinking big blue eyes up at me, all innocent virgin, like she can barely comprehend such a lewd concept, but wants it nonetheless.
“Deal?” I ask. When she nods her agreement, I know I have to be grinning like the devil himself. I’m not sure which one I’m more excited about - seeing her in the skimpy swimsuit or eating her out.
“So, are you going to the beach?” I ask.
“Eh,” she says with a shrug like she could take it or leave it. The fucking beach. What’s wrong with this girl?
“What? You don’t like the ocean? Can’t stand the sand in your ass crack?”
“I don’t like bathin’ suits,” she says without looking up from her task of sorting piles of clothing.
“Why not? I bet you’re hot as fuck in a bikini,” I tell her when I take a seat on the edge of the bed, conveniently beside the pile of lingerie. Reaching out, I finger the satin and lace, unable to stop myself from imagining how awesome they would look on Hailey, especially the skimpy black set.
Hailey barks out a laugh. “I don’t wear bikinis.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask, removing my gaze from the sexy underwear and eyeing her up and down over the tight fitting bust and short hem of her retro dress. “Because if there was ever a female body made for a bikini, it would be yours.”
She reaches into a pile of clothing and holds up two pieces of brown and pink fabric with some sort of floral design. It’s big enough that it could wrap around her twice. “The tankini is my preferred style of swimwear,” she tells me.
“Fuck that shit,” I say dismissively. “I’d give my left hand to see you in a bikini.”
“Left hand?” she asks, pausing in her sorting to raise a dark blonde eyebrow at me.
“Well yeah. I would only give the right one to see you naked.”
She laughs and turns away from me, but doesn’t respond.
“Come on, Hailey. Make one of my dreams come true.”
Shaking her head, she says, “Hell no, not that I own a bikini, even if I agreed to be seen in one.”
“Oh, well, we can remedy that right now,” I tell her, remembering one of the beach shops we drove past not even a mile up the road. Sure, my bank account is exceedingly low, but to see Hailey in a bikini, I would gladly spend my last dime. “I’ll go get you one if you’ll wear it.”
“You’re gonna buy me a swimsuit?” she asks skeptically with a hand on the sexy hip of her pin-up dress. “You don’t even know what size I wear.”
“You’re right,” I concede. “I need to get your measurements first.” Standing up in front of her, I reach out, cupping both of her titties in my hands. I swallow a groan as I weigh them, squeeze them, and just for the hell of it, fondle them a little, strumming my thumbs over her erect nipples through the fabric of her dress. The whole time, Hailey is looking up at me with her lips parted in surprise like she’s not sure if she wants to smack me or fuck me. My cock knows which one he would prefer. Before she can decide, I slide my palms down to her bony hips and around her back to fill them both with her incredible ass, showing it the same treatment as her tits. “Okay, I think I’ve got your size down now.”
“I’m not wearin’ a bikini,” she says, pressing her breasts against me and grabbing my shoulders to pull me closer instead of push me away. My cock surges forward in desperation for her. Still kneading her ass, I lean down to kiss the side of her neck, and then flick my tongue over her warm, salty skin.
“If you’ll wear a bikini,” I tell her against her rising goosebumps. “I’ll spend the whole night between your legs, licking your pussy until I give you so many orgasms you beg me to stop.”
I feel and hear the sharp intake of air when she gasps against my chest. She doesn’t respond with words after several more seconds, so I reluctantly pull back to see her face. She looks shocked and awed, blinking big blue eyes up at me, all innocent virgin, like she can barely comprehend such a lewd concept, but wants it nonetheless.
“Deal?” I ask. When she nods her agreement, I know I have to be grinning like the devil himself. I’m not sure which one I’m more excited about - seeing her in the skimpy swimsuit or eating her out.
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