Confidence and the bikini
written by:
Joyce

My name is Liz, and I went to college in the Midwest. Which college isn't important, and how long ago isn't important either. What matters is that my birthday is in February, and for my 20th, my parents gave me a Spring Break trip to Myrtle Beach. Even better, my big sister Tanya gave me a bikini we'd seen in a catalog that I knew wouldn't cover much of my D cups. I need to put an asterisk on that size, and I hope this doesn't sound like bragging, or, worse, humble-bragging. My boobs are actually too big for a D cup, but a DD cup feels like a training bra. Also, as big as my boobs are, the nipples aren't correspondingly big. That's part of why this bikini was so great. It's basically two bra straps and a band covered completely with little silk flowers. I don't understand the mechanics, but it stays in place, and the flowers are wide enough to show off the maximum amount of tit flesh without letting my areolas show.

Now that I've given you that image, I can tell you how it worked out for me. On my flight out, I wore a T-shirt and no bra at all, just to see the spring break guys smile and the older guys squirm. I halfway hoped we'd run into some turbulence just so I could see if the 40-year-old business traveler next to me got a hard-on. My first day, I wore a more conventional three-triangle black bikini. Of course I had guys coming on to me, but the only one who did anything for me, I'd seen with a woman I guessed was his girlfriend. Later, when I went to get some lunch, I happened to see them behind a rock. They were French kissing, and his hands were deep in the back of her shorts. The way they were moving, they must have been dry-humping at the same time. At the end of the day, I'd enjoyed the fresh air and the occasional attention, but that was all.

The next day I got courageous and wore the flower bikini. Two hours after I hit the beach, three different guys had hit on me. One of them said, "Nice tits!" and looked at me like he hoped I'd show them to him. Another came right out and said, "Nice pair! Can I get a better look?" I just told him no and walked away. I saw a group of people my age playing volleyball and realized this would be a great way to show off. I ended up next to a guy who looked nineteen. When I'd joined, the team was down 18-13, but we came back and won with a lot of help from him and a little from me. Actually, I may have hurt our chances because he looked sideways at me whenever the ball was far enough in the other team's court that he could take his eyes off for a second or two. When the game ended, the teams disbanded. As our teammates were leaving, he said, "Hi, I'm Paulie."

"I'm Liz," I told him. "I hope I wasn't distracting you."

He tried to deny it. "No, I, um, ..."

"It's okay," I said.

"No, it's not," Paulie insisted. "It's not fair to blame you if I can't keep my eyes on the ball instead of your--" He stopped.

"My tits?" I asked with a laugh.

"I was gonna say 'breasts,' but yeah," he said with relief.

"Why do you think I wore this?" I joked. I put my thumb under the band off to the left. A photographer would have gotten a nice side-boob view at that moment, but I was facing Paulie.

"I'm still supposed to think with my brain, not ..."

"Your dick?" He nodded. "Are you on a college team? Are these Olympic tryouts?"

"No," he said sheepishly.

"So you're playing for fun, then?" He nodded. "Good! I'm here to have fun. You're here to have fun. Let's have some fun!"

"You don't me staring at 'em?" he asked.

"I told you it's why I wore this suit," I repeated. I looked down at his waist. "Isn't that why you're wearing a Speedo?"

"Well, yeah," he admitted.

"So I can see how wide the dick is that you were thinking with?"

He stopped being embarrassed. "Glad you noticed!"

"And I'm glad you noticed my boobs," I said. "Well, actually, I'm pretty sure everyone noticed them, but you admitted it without being crude. I like that."

Paulie pulled the left side of his Speedo out. "So you like it?"

"I see you hang to the left," I told him. He let it snap back and turned away. I reached out and put my hand on his right hip, pleading, "No! I'm sorry!" He turned left, but I had accidentally gotten my thumb in the side of his suit and I got half of the rear view. I reverted to form. "Nice ass, too, I see."

If he was still trying to get away, that changed his mind. "Thanks!" he said, and he turned around. My thumb came out of the suit, but my hand was still in the air. I pulled it back. "No, that's okay," he smiled. He took my thumb and put it under the suit again, now the left because he'd turned around.

"Well, in that case, ..." I put my other thumb in the right side. Paulie moved toward me. He's about the same height as me. I moved my thumbs out, exposing his ass to the beach air, and then moved my hands over to cover it. He had already started to kiss me, but once my hands were in place, he started grinding his hips into mine.

Paulie broke the kiss and said, "You wanted to know how wide it is?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling naughty.

"Keep pulling," he told me.

"I want to, but I don't want either of us to get arrested," I answered.

"Why would you get arrested?"

"Because of what I'll probably do if I like what I see."

Paulie pointed to my left. "My hotel room's right over there," he said.

"Just yours?" I asked. "I've got a single room."

"My friend went on a boat ride out to an island with a girl he met. He won't be back till tonight." We picked up our things and ran toward the hotel. As soon as he'd put his key card into the lock, I rushed in and put my stuff on the dresser. Once he was in, he asked, "So, how do you unhook the top?"

"You don't," I explained. I pulled the sides out one at a time and stuck my arms through, then pulled it over my head.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed. He put his hands around my chest and wasted no further time getting to my tits. He sucked my left nipple while he rubbed the side of my right tit. Then he got down and kissed a line across the underside of my tits, from left to right. No guy had ever tried that when I wasn't already on my back. It wasn't fantastic, but it was new, and that made me tingle. When he got to the right, he licked a line up to the nipple and sucked on that one. "God, these are fantastic!" he said.

I managed not to say, "I know." Instead, I just said, "Thanks! Now what about what I wanted to see?"

Paulie stood straight up. I put my thumbs in the side of his suit again and this time I pulled down instead up out. His cock pointed straight out. It looked to be six inches long, which is only average, but it was as thick as it appeared earlier. I was salivating. I couldn't even wait to get the suit off. As soon it was down to his knees, I knelt down in front of him. I had to open my mouth a little wider than I usually do at the start of a blow job, but I had no problem with it. I closed my lips around the crown. I moved forward a little, and when the head was well inside my mouth, I put the tip of my tongue on the lower ridge. It was probably my imagination, but he seemed to get harder faster than I could take him in. I didn't get close enough to feel his balls on my chin before he put his hands on my shoulders. "With my dick and your tits, you know what we should do?" he asked.

"Hell, yeah," I said, and I stood up. While he took his suit off, I took my bottom off.

I climbed on the bed and waited for him. "Damn, Liz, those tits were made for fucking."

I laughed. "You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to think I'm freaky or anything. I'm kind of vanilla, but titty-fucking is the only vanilla act I've never done."

Paulie had his cock head at my lower cleavage. He laughed. "You mean I get to be your first?"

I laughed too. "It's the only first I have left." I held my tits up and held them just close enough that I couldn't see any space between them at first. That made it perfect. I could see his hips moving, and I could feel the sides of his cock moving through the cleavage until the head appeared in view. It was like a science fiction creature from that angle, but instead of the creature swallowing me, I lifted my head and licked it. Paulie took that as the cue to move back. He steadied himself on his knees and moved his hips back and forth. His cock popped in and out of view. Sometimes I could lick it and sometimes I couldn't.

Before long, his movements were going so far that I was able to put my fingers around the head and stop him. "I'm gonna come!" he shouted.

I moved my hands to his butt so he couldn't pull back. "Good!" I grunted. Realizing what might happen, I took my hands back off. He moved back just far enough. His first spurt of cum landed on my throat. He moved forward and the next one landed on my chin and lips. I put my hands back and the rest ended up on my shoulders or just above my tits. I licked the part that landed on my lips and chin.

When he'd finished coming, he asked, "Was it as good as you'd hoped?"

I pushed him onto his back and answered, "Let me show you." I stroked his cock until it was hard again. Then I got on top of him and got his cock between my tits again, but this time I did the work. I could feel him getting harder as I went. "Was it as good as you'd hoped?" I asked.

"Even better," he said.

I moved all the way back, rubbed his balls and felt his cock. "I can tell," I told him. Feeling it grow in my hand, I decided the second round of this could wait. I moved my way up, caressing his chest with my tits until I was face to face with him. We French-kissed, and I put his hands on my butt. "Tell me what you want next, Paulie," I whispered.

"I wanna do for you what you did for me."

"Well, you're welcome to try, but I don't think your tits can do much to stimulate me." By this time he'd run his fingers down the crack of my ass and found my pussy lips. He ran his fingertips back and forth over the line that they formed. When he could tell how inflamed I'd gotten, he put two fingers inside and ran them in and out. "Oh, fuck," I moaned.

"Not yet," he told me. He went deeper and faster.

I've measured a couple dicks before, but I'd never measured fingers. Either he had the longest fingers of anyone I'd been with, or the angle just gave him better access. One way or another, he was touching spots that no dick, tongue or finger had ever reached before. Tongue! I pulled myself away and moved around into a 69. Not only did he have a talented tongue, he even had a way to separate my cunt lips that I'd never experienced before. It was all I could to concentrate on getting that dick back into my mouth. I got the head in and went down slowly so that I could play with his balls while I did it. I went up and down a few times before I got close enough for them to touch my nose. By the time I did, my clit was open as far as it could go. The moment that my nose touched his balls was also the moment that he touched a special spot on my clit. I couldn't control myself. I let him out of my mouth and yelled, "I'm gonna come!" He tried to say something, but I was already coming on his lips and tongue. I knew what he was telling me, because I could see his balls contract. I took his dick back in my mouth just in time. When we'd both finished, I rolled off him and moved around.

We lay there recovering for a few minutes. Paulie kissed me on the cheek and told me, "That was amazing!" He reached for my pussy lips again, but I still needed to recover.

"You're amazing," I told him. "The bliss you gave me ... I was so far out of this world that I was only aware of you coming for half the time you were erupting."

"Sorry it went to waste," he joked.

"Well, I'm gonna be fully aware of my senses for your next load," I insisted.

"What makes you think there's going to be another load?" he asked.

I sat up and shook my chest. "These," I said.

"You win," he answered.

"That was easy," I said, feigning disappointment.

"I'm easy," Paulie said.

"Yes, I know, you're such a little tramp, aren't you?"

He mimed a stick hanging back over his shoulder. "Even got my bag right here."

"Fuck me, tramp," I growled.

"I'm just a boy who can't say no," he laughed. "How do you want it?"

"Right now I'm too worn out to try anything unusual," I said.

"Missionary it is, then," Paulie said, and he got between my knees.

"I take that back," I told him. "I wanna see that gorgeous cock inside me." I moved my legs so my knees were over his shoulders.

"Cool," he said. "I've never done it in this position before." He lined his cock up with my pussy and slid in. He went slowly, but with hardly any effort. With my legs over his shoulders, he was able to support my butt.

I could see over my tits to watch that thing separate my cunt lips every inch of the way. "Fuck me, Paulie. Fuck me hard!" He started moving in and out. "You play a lot of volleyball, don't you?" I asked.

He didn't break stride as he said, "About once a week. It's not a formal team; we just do it for fun. Why?"

"I've had bigger guys than you who didn't have this kind of stamina!" Apparently he liked hearing this, because he went even harder. People talk about pistoning in and out, but he really did remind me of a piston!

"That's 'cause I love how your tits bounce while I'm fucking you," he explained.

I shook back and forth deliberately to keep it up, but it was one of those things that doesn't work when you're trying. Soon I could feel his balls against my ass, and it got me even more excited. "Shit, yeah. Come in my cunt! Come in my cunt, Paulie!"

He eased us until my ass was on the mattress again. My legs slipped over his shoulders, He pulled me up to him so we were both sitting up. "Here it comes, Babe," he said. He tried to sound nonchalant, but I could feel him shooting into me just as he called me "Babe." We shared an open-mouth kiss for a moment and then he let me loose. He leaned down and tried to kiss my tits again. He couldn't do it that way, so I moved onto my back again. He still couldn't lick them, but now he was palming my nipples, sending more electricity through me.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm coming!" I moaned.

Once we'd both finished coming, we were hungry. For food, I mean. We put our clothes back on and went to one of the concession stands on the beach. I ordered a hot dog. He must have had the same sophomoric thought I did, because he ordered a taco. I was able to look kind of sexy eating the hot dog, but he couldn't really do much with the taco. I suggested that an ice cream cone would have worked better. We spent the afternoon together, getting to know each other a little better. Since he lives in Oregon, we knew any romantic spark was doomed, but we didn't let that stop us. Around six, we decided to grab supper. I told him, "What we did in your hotel room was wild and erotic and all, but you know what was a fantasy come true?" He was eating, so he shook his head. "I'd never had a boyfriend at a time and place where we could go for a romantic walk on the beach."

"That's funny," Paulie said. "Even though I live in Oregon, today was the first time I've been to the ocean since I was six."

I rubbed my thigh against his under the table. "So this was a fantasy for you, too?"

He leaned forward to say, "Yes," and he kissed me on the lips. He came around behind me and whispered in my ear, "Wanna make love again?"

I pushed him back. He sat down again. "Don't call it that," I insisted.

He didn't shout, but he sure as hell didn't whisper. "Don't call it what? Making love?"

I put my hands over my ears and literally went, "La, la, la ..."

"Why not?"

"Because a week from now, you'll be there, and I'll be there"--I was pointing in different directions--"and I'll just be some slut you brag about." I waited for him to tell me that he wasn't going to tell people. "See?"

"No. I won't brag about how I fucked some slut, because that's nothing to brag about." Paulie pointed to my bikini top. "Those are only the second-sexiest thing about you. You're confident. You know what you want, and you go for it. That's what sexy about you."

I was taken aback. "Wow. You think I'm confident?"

"Hell, yes. I've never met a woman who would pull on my swimsuit when she's completely sober." He paused for a second. "You are sober, aren't you?"

"Yes!" I insisted. I paused for a second and told him, "I just figured it out."

"What?"

"It's the bikini."

"No, I told you, it's your confidence."

I shook my head. "You're right. What I'm saying is, today is the first time I've worn it except to try it on. I don't know how, but the bikini top is what made me feel confident."

Paulie took my hand. "Then hold on to that bikini for as long as you can." I rubbed his calf again. "At least until we get to your room!"

I put my burger down and told him, "Finish eating so you can make love to me again." He'd barely started his seafood platter, but he started on the crab legs like they were the antidote to a poison. "Slowly," I added. He took each bite deliberately, but he barely stopped between bites.

We went back to my hotel room. It was further away than his, which was nice because the walk was that much longer. When we were inside my room, I put my arms around him and kissed him. "You deserve everything I would ever do for a boyfriend."

Paulie put his hands under the back of the strap of my top and started lifting. I didn't stop him. "I thought we covered that this morning."

I pulled his swimsuit all the way down to his sneakers. He took his shoes off and then kicked the swimsuit off while I took my shoes and socks off. "Not quite," I told him. "Undress me, lover." All that was left was for him to take the bottom half of my suit off, leaving us both naked. I got onto my bed, kneeling forward and putting my ass in the air. I felt his fingers on my pussy. I let him pleasure me the way he had earlier in the morning. Soon I felt his cockhead at my opening. I told him, "If that's what you want, go for it, but there's one thing you haven't done." I wiggled my ass a little.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, and he pulled away.

He must have seen the bottle of baby oil I'd left on the counter, because I felt something dripping over my asshole. Soon he had his left index finger in my ass and two fingers from his right hand in my pussy. He got me hotter than I'd ever been before. "Give it to me, damn you!" I moaned. I didn't have to wait. I felt his thick cock head at my asshole. He knew his own dimensions, because he was very gentle at getting the head in. Once it was, the baby oil did its job and he was able to slide back and forth inside me. "Shit! Fuck!" I groaned.

"You love it, don't you, Honey?" Paulie asked.

"Yes!" was all I could answer.

I could feel him getting longer and wider inside me. "Say it!"

"I love your cock in my ass. I love it in my cunt. I love it in my mouth! I love it wherever you want to put it!"

"Tell me you love me," he said.

I hesitated. He pulled me up off my hands so we were both upright and nibbled on my ear. I breathed hard, trying to speak, and he put his hands on my tits, caressing them gently. All that did was make me breathe harder. He kept one arm under my tits and put his other index finger in my pussy. "Oh, God. I love you, Paulie!"

"I love you, too, Liz," he assured me. He added his middle finger and then his ring finger. "Now call me something sweet."

"Come in my ass, Honey," I panted.

"Any time, darling," he whispered. He let me go back on my hands, and soon he was filling me with his love juices.

When he finished, we moved onto our sides. "We've got four days, Liz. We can make the most of them, and instead of a failed long-term relationship, it'll be a successful short one."

He'd slipped out of me, so I was able to turn around. "I'd like that, Paulie."

We spent every night in my room and enjoyed our time together. Paulie and the bikini are the two best things that ever happened to me. It's ironic that a bikini that shows most of my tits made me feel like I had more to offer than just my tits when I approach a guy. Eventually, that confidence extended to the rest of my life. I landed a good job right out of college, and I've been considered a leader at every phase of my career since then.