“How about the beach?” you suggest. Jess lights up.
“Oooh... I was hoping you'd say that. I love the water. Plus, you get to see that new bikini I bought!” Jess leans in to kiss you and you return it.
“What bikini?” Jess shrugs.
“Let's get to our room.” You haul the majority of the luggage up, as Jess takes care of the financial issues, including getting the room key. The young man eyes Jess's ass as she walks towards the elevator, despite the fact that he can't see much through her sweatpants. As you make your way to the room, you hope that Jess likes it. She did leave the planning ot you, and given your entire purpose for this trip, you'd hope that she at least enjoyed it.
The room by far exceeds your expectations. It opens up into a wide living/dining area, with the small kitchenette bigger than some of the kitchens in past apartments. Jess stands in the middle of the room, drops her luggage, then runs into your arms and kisses you.
“Thank you !” She kisses you again. “This place is insane. Where's the bedroom?” You look around and see an arched doorway leading towards the beach. As you step through the doorway, you see a king-sized bed, cut from some wood lying parallel to a window with blinds pulled open. The window reveals a blue ocean and sand beach, as well as a breakfast table on the balcony. “Oh,” Jess says. She puts her hand to her mouth and turns to you. “Nice job on the room,” she says.
“Did we want to head to the beach?” Jess nods.
“We'll enjoy this later,” she says to you. The bathroom is off the master bedroom, and Jess gives a bit of a shriek as she goes in with a bag to change. “Hot tub!!!” She closes the door and you wonder if she'll ever leave the room. You open your suitcase and grab your swimming trunks from your bag, promising yourself that you'll unpack when you come back from the beach. As you change in the bedroom (hiding yourself behind the bed, though you doubt anyone will be looking towards the hotel with that kind of view), you hear Jess humming.
She steps out, and you realize why you've never seen this bikini. Spaghetti straps don't actually cover the size of these, and you wonder if Jess will be able to go into the water with the suit on. There are two triangles that cover about seventy-five percent of her firm breasts. You don't even have to look at the bottom to tell that the slick black fabric is a thong, but you do anyway. You feel yourself stiffen slightly and Jess grins as you stand with your mouth agape.
“You like?” She asks, batting her eyes for effect. You grin and nod. As she walks by you grab her and pull her onto the bed with you. She shrieks, laughing and kisses you. “Be good,” she says, scolding you with a pat. Her left breast has fallen out and you lean in to suck her nipple. Jess sighs in delight, thrusting her chest into your face. She lets you play for a few minutes before she pulls away and tucks her now-hard nipple away. It shows through, stiffening through the thin cloth. She stands up as she readjusts.
“Of course, I'm not sure I can wear this on the beach. I brought my other one. I just wanted to give you a show.” Jess leans back, thrusting her breasts out. “Or,” she says slowly. “We can go back to our roots, and I can be your trophy wife on that tropical beach. I might even let you get a bit fresh with me, Mr. . But I would like to take a walk on the beach. Are we up for some daring, or do we just want to take a regular walk like normal couples.” Jess slides her thumbs under her bikini straps and pulls them forward, allowing her breasts to dip just slightly. You swallow and she giggles.
“You're so cute when I tease you,” she whispers. “And so easy to tease.” She lets her bikini strap slide back against her smooth skin and she kisses you very slowly, letting her tongue wrap around yours. As you begin making out you start to pull her to the bed but she pushes you down.
“I still want my walk on the beach, . What am I wearing?” |