Seeing her in the bikini, knowing how I got her to agree to it and what I get to do later tonight will probably be what gets my chubby buddy the hardest.
Before she can change her mind, I release my hold on her warm, willing body and leave the house on my mission.
…
Hailey
Standin’ frozen in the bedroom, I try to figure out what the hell just happened. I’ve been manipulated into doin’ two things I know I shouldn’t, but when Mason’s hands and mouth are on me…I forget all the reasons why. There are some important ones, too, like he’s a player and I don’t want to get hurt. There’s also the fact that this is nothin’ but a weeklong fling at most since we live five hundred miles apart. He’s about to become my brother’s brother-in-law, which will make for really awkward family get-togethers for years to come after things end between us this week. Then there’s whatever I have going on with Senn, which is sort of a mystery, but I still have to figure out. The ache in my lower belly doesn’t give a shit about all that though and can’t wait to get back in this room with Mason tonight.
Quicker than I ever thought possible, Mason is back, offerin’ me a plastic retail store bag. I accept it as if there’s a snake inside waitin’ to jump out and bite me. His smile, set in those too- cute-to-be-real parentheses, is what convinces me to head for the bathroom to try it on. Maybe it won’t fit, then I won’t have to wear it, but he still might agree to follow through with the other part of our deal. The warm pressure and pulse between my legs is so heavy it takes my breath as I imagine Mason’s greedy, talented tongue delvin’ into my pussy over and over again until I burst with pleasure.
After I shut the bathroom door, I sit the bag on the counter to see what he picked out. It’s a turquoise string bikini. The triangle top is a size large, which makes me cringe, but the bottoms are mediums. Pullin’ off my braless dress, and slippin’ out of my panties, I try the bottoms on first and then tie on the top. Surprisingly enough, both fit. Perfectly.
Dreadin’ what I’ll see, but needin’ to do it anyway, I turn around and look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Yep, I’m just as massive as always.
There’s a knock from the other side of the bathroom, and then, in the reflection of the mirror, I see Mason step inside the room from the other door. Frick, I forget to lock his entrance to the shared space.
“What is it with you and bathrooms? Have you ever heard of privacy?” I exclaim as I spin around to face him.
“Goddamn, Hailey,” he replies, ignorin’ my questions. He’s too busy eyein’ me up and down. There’s this…almost primal expression on his face, causin’ his hooded eyes to darken. It’s the look of a man who’s lost, possessed with need and want so strong he looks like he’s seconds away from throwin’ me down on the tile and havin’ his way with me. My inner cavewoman approves and is already naked and gettin’ ready with her slutty hand between her legs. Even my inner bitch is quiet, unable to deny that he definitely likes what he sees for some unknown reason. I’m certain no man has ever looked at me in the same desperate way before, and it’s…nice. Now I can’t help but actually feel a little bit sexy, despite what I see in the mirror.
“You look un-fucking-believable,” Mason says before his forehead creases. “And vaguely familiar. Did you…have you ever…you know, like modeled swimsuits for ah, Macy’s ?”
I cringe at the unfortunate reminder. “Yeah, but that was years ago-”
My sentence is interrupted when Mason bursts into laughter so fierce he has to reach a hand out to hold himself up on the granite countertop. What the hell? I feel my face flame in embarrassment and turn to escape, to get back to my room and cover up with more clothes. I knew this was a bad idea.
“Hailey, wait. Just let me explain,” Mason says,
Before she can change her mind, I release my hold on her warm, willing body and leave the house on my mission.
…
Hailey
Standin’ frozen in the bedroom, I try to figure out what the hell just happened. I’ve been manipulated into doin’ two things I know I shouldn’t, but when Mason’s hands and mouth are on me…I forget all the reasons why. There are some important ones, too, like he’s a player and I don’t want to get hurt. There’s also the fact that this is nothin’ but a weeklong fling at most since we live five hundred miles apart. He’s about to become my brother’s brother-in-law, which will make for really awkward family get-togethers for years to come after things end between us this week. Then there’s whatever I have going on with Senn, which is sort of a mystery, but I still have to figure out. The ache in my lower belly doesn’t give a shit about all that though and can’t wait to get back in this room with Mason tonight.
Quicker than I ever thought possible, Mason is back, offerin’ me a plastic retail store bag. I accept it as if there’s a snake inside waitin’ to jump out and bite me. His smile, set in those too- cute-to-be-real parentheses, is what convinces me to head for the bathroom to try it on. Maybe it won’t fit, then I won’t have to wear it, but he still might agree to follow through with the other part of our deal. The warm pressure and pulse between my legs is so heavy it takes my breath as I imagine Mason’s greedy, talented tongue delvin’ into my pussy over and over again until I burst with pleasure.
After I shut the bathroom door, I sit the bag on the counter to see what he picked out. It’s a turquoise string bikini. The triangle top is a size large, which makes me cringe, but the bottoms are mediums. Pullin’ off my braless dress, and slippin’ out of my panties, I try the bottoms on first and then tie on the top. Surprisingly enough, both fit. Perfectly.
Dreadin’ what I’ll see, but needin’ to do it anyway, I turn around and look in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Yep, I’m just as massive as always.
There’s a knock from the other side of the bathroom, and then, in the reflection of the mirror, I see Mason step inside the room from the other door. Frick, I forget to lock his entrance to the shared space.
“What is it with you and bathrooms? Have you ever heard of privacy?” I exclaim as I spin around to face him.
“Goddamn, Hailey,” he replies, ignorin’ my questions. He’s too busy eyein’ me up and down. There’s this…almost primal expression on his face, causin’ his hooded eyes to darken. It’s the look of a man who’s lost, possessed with need and want so strong he looks like he’s seconds away from throwin’ me down on the tile and havin’ his way with me. My inner cavewoman approves and is already naked and gettin’ ready with her slutty hand between her legs. Even my inner bitch is quiet, unable to deny that he definitely likes what he sees for some unknown reason. I’m certain no man has ever looked at me in the same desperate way before, and it’s…nice. Now I can’t help but actually feel a little bit sexy, despite what I see in the mirror.
“You look un-fucking-believable,” Mason says before his forehead creases. “And vaguely familiar. Did you…have you ever…you know, like modeled swimsuits for ah, Macy’s ?”
I cringe at the unfortunate reminder. “Yeah, but that was years ago-”
My sentence is interrupted when Mason bursts into laughter so fierce he has to reach a hand out to hold himself up on the granite countertop. What the hell? I feel my face flame in embarrassment and turn to escape, to get back to my room and cover up with more clothes. I knew this was a bad idea.
“Hailey, wait. Just let me explain,” Mason says,
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