“...let me just pull this open, and...” She pulled the top edge of her bikini top away from her left breast, and placed you on her areola near her nipple (which seemed to be growing - or were you shrinking some more?). She looked down at you and said mischievously, “I’m sure you’ll find something in there to hold onto!”, and then let the top of her bikini close over her breast, plunging you into a dim twilight. But there was still enough light for you to grab onto her still-growing nipple, and as you did you heard her gasp in pleasure.
You felt her walking over to the shower enclosure, opening and closing the door, and turning on the water. Then you felt her muscles stretch a bit, and suddenly her bikini top was pulled away, and she was looking at you closely. “Enjoying the ride? Come on, let me give you a good look.”
You dropped into her hand, which she moved as far from her body as she could, giving you a panoramic view of her beautiful breasts, with their very erect nipples. You were pretty sure that you were under half an inch by this time.
“OK,” she said, “tour’s over for now; let me finish up here and,” she winked again, “we’ll get to the rest of the tour later.” She placed you in the empty soap dish and thoroughly rinsed herself off, then put her bikini top back on. She held out her left hand to you, and you climbed on.
“I’m a big believer in equal time,” she said, and this time pulled the top edge of her bikini top away from her right breast, as before placing you on her areola next to her nipple, which, fully-erect as it was, was a bit taller than you. She grinned, “See you in a minute,” and let her top close over her breast and its tiny passenger.
Well, a minute can be a long time, you thought, and you began rubbing her nipple with your entire body. She gasped again in pleasure, and you heard her mutter, “You’ll get yours, you naughty boy,” as she opened the shower enclosure, entered the girls’ dressing room, and closed and locked the door.
Once again, her top dropped away, and her face overhead held a mock-angry look. She said, “I think you’re getting just a little ahead of yourself here,” and held out her hand, which you climbed into.
She laid back on the sofa and put you on her belly, near her belly button. “You’ve got about 10 minutes to do whatever you’d like to do,” she said. “What do you have in mind?”
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
