Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

Her most determined effort to achieve that goal, and her deepest secret, was thrillingly daring. Val had bought a very brief, very audacious, string bikini, a few flimsy pieces of paper-thin material literally hung together by strings. A good sneeze was all there was between being very bold and being stark naked. It did not surprise her in the least, even as things were between them, that the bikini was the last thing she wanted Doug to know about. She had it made to order in secret, she paid for it with her own money, and she hid it away inside of her ordinary one-piece bathing suit when she packed. If Doug had ever seen it, she would have been mortified, embarrassed beyond belief. The bikini was her one concession to her vanity.

Bright green, a striking combination for her complexion and hair color, she looked stunning in it when she tried it on. Val stared at herself in the mirror, at the soft, ample fullness of her tits, clearly visible, at the vee-shaped triangle of green cloth which barely covered the dark brown patch of her pubic triangle, and she could hardly believe it was she in the mirror. She looked so damned sexy it made her feel sexy. Without any question, she'd be walking around all day with a drippy crotch if she wore the bathing suit on the beach – if she had the nerve to wear it, which she was beginning to doubt. The bathing suit would be a walking advertisement of her intent. She just wished her intentions weren't so obvious.

Breakfast of bacon and eggs, juice, toast and coffee was sent up by room service, and Val ate it hungrily, surprised at her appetite. After devouring her meal, she was ready for the beach. She gathered her equipment, including a pair of dark sunglasses, and Val was ready to go. At the last minute she conceded to her more conservative instincts, and she slipped on a terry cloth beach jacket. Feeling guilty, but somewhat reassured, she nevertheless vowed to take the jacket off once she found a place on the sand to sun her body. As long as she was essentially free to do whatever she wanted, she might as well go all the way. After all, that was why she was there.

The sun was very hot even though there was a constant, steady breeze cooling her off. She could feel the biting sting of the heat during those infrequent intervals when the breeze stopped blowing. Then the heat would drape her in a stifling, smothering cloud of humidity. Fortunately, these moments were rare, and most of the time she was comfortable, her long dark brown hair billowing out behind her. Even when she could feel the baking, oven like heat of the sand underfoot, the cool, steady wind, blowing in from across the vast stretch of blue-green ocean, licked her almost naked body with its cold tongue, sending shivers of excitement and delight up her spine.

I feel so free! she thought, her flesh tingling at the touch of the wind. All of a sudden, it seemed like spring again. She remembered the time when she was nineteen, on a camping trip with a girlfriend in the woods. They were all alone, and it began to rain softly, the sunlight and rain filtering through the green summer leaves like a mist. Without a word, the two girls had stripped all their clothing off, and ran through the woods, stark naked, their supple young bodies glistening with the clean rain. It felt like that again. Free!

Staggering across the crowded beach, thinking that it didn't seem this crowded six years ago, Val looked for a place to spread her blanket. Still feeling anxious about her bikini, she decided a reasonably secluded spot might serve her best. But not too secluded. She did, after all, want to reap some of the benefits of her daring.

She found a place, three-quarters of the way down the beach, a hundred or so yards from the water's edge. Not that she had any intention of actually bathing in her bathing suit. One good-sized wave, and she'd be in big trouble. Her string bikini was strictly for the beach, and for the benefit and edification of her nearby male neighbors. And there were many of them, as Val had been so careful to make certain there were. After all, that was why she bought the damned thing.

Val spread her blanket, already aware of their eyes probing her with casual interest. Not yet daring to bend over to fix the corners of her blanket, she pressed them down with her foot, then anchored them with several of the other things she was carrying with her. After that, there wasn't much else to do but take off her beach jacket. Which she did.

A thrill went through her, and her cunt throbbed. Deep inside of her, Val could feel a wetness creeping down in her cuntal channel. She tried to ignore it, just as she tried to ignore the whistles and cries and grunts of pleasure which rose up around her. In her thoughts, she was cool and aloof to it all. She stood there, posing unconsciously, her modeling instincts instantly guiding her, staring out at the ocean, trying to pretend to be thinking about going for a swim. Of course she would decide against it, and she turned her back on the Atlantic, arranging herself on the blanket.

The sun felt warm on her almost naked flesh, and tiny droplets of sweat began to gather in the folds and creases of her body. Inside her loins, a fire was raging, and she could feel the wetness seeping out between the thick lips of her pussy. She was terrified that her excitement would betray her and leave a dark telltale stain in the crotch of her bikini. Anyone looking up between her legs would see it… and know. It was bad enough that her tits felt hard and swollen, and her nipples pushed up thickly through the clinging green material, so obvious she might as well be topless. Her clitoris throbbed like a toothache, sending shivers of excitement shooting down her widely spread thighs.

Setting the timer; Val lay first on her back, face up, with her eyes closed tightly. When it rang, dutifully, she turned over on her belly, with the almost naked cheeks of her ass fully exposed, and reset the timer. With her face buried in the crook of her arm, and the warm heat of the sun dancing on her back, she waited for something to happen. She began to doze.

"Excuse me, uh. May I borrow your…"

Val started awake, the unexpected sound of a voice snapping her back like a rubber band. She made a soft sound with her lips, a sound of surprise, a sound of dismay, as she lifted her sweaty forehead up from her sweaty arm. The first thing she did was look at the timer, which was still ticking, proving she had only slept for a few minutes at the most. The next thing she did was turn to her right, craning her neck, staring up through her sunglasses with squinting eyes into the bright brilliant sunlight.

"Yes?"

The man standing next to her, with his toes almost touching the edge of her blanket, loomed like a giant above her. His shoulders were wide, his chest broad, with a flat, narrow belly which tapered down into a brief European bikini bathing suit. Of course, Val couldn't make out any of these details, her eyes too gritty with sleep, the sun behind the man so that his entire body was like a tall, elongated shadow. The sun was just above his shoulder, radiating out with sharp, glittering luster, making it seem as if the man had a halo.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said, his voice a rich, deep masculine baritone. "But it seems that I've forgotten my suntan lotion. I was just wondering if I might…"

"I don't have any."

"What?"

"I don't have any. I'm sorry."

"Shit."

"I beg your pardon," Val said, adjusting her sunglasses on her nose.

Curious and open to possibility, Val sat up on the blanket, trying to assess the situation. Coming unexpectedly as it did, with her half asleep, she felt at a decided disadvantage. Also, her bikini had wiggled up on her, revealing the firm, milky-white expanses of her tits, and a dark brown crimp of pubic hair. Tugging the material down, oozing herself back into the bathing suit as unobtrusively as possible, Val drew her leg up, hiding behind it.