Buying a holiday bikini is always a difficult and confusing choice. After visiting all the stores in town my partner and her two daughters aged sixteen and eighteen, ended up buying one from every outlet, and so consequently they ended up with half a dozen each. They packed them all with their beach essentials into one suitcase for convenience.
After a chaotic flight to our island in the sun, we finally made it to the apartment we were to share in the all-inclusive resort.
When they came to unpack, it was like a free-for-all all trying to work out whose was whose. They ranged in sizes from UK 8 -12 in varying degrees of very skimpy to a high-thigh one-piece, in a rainbow of colours and shimmering materials. This obviously made for some confusion, so much so that they ended up wearing each other’s whether they fitted or not.
We all went out to explore the resort. Pam and I installed ourselves on sun loungers by the pool, while the girls went to the beach wearing their most revealing looks.
Later when they returned to the apartment, (after no doubt being hit on by all the local lads), bikinis were flung in a pile on the bathroom floor in various degrees of wetness. One pair of Brazilian-style tie-sided pink bikini bottoms had obviously never been in the sea, but a wet patch all over the crotch betrayed its wearer’s arousal, at what, I could only guess. Someone had had a dramatic effect on her libido, it would seem.
I couldn’t resist picking them up and feeling the slippery wet juices on the iridescent pink material, so recently in contact with someone’s fanny. I couldn’t stop myself from inhaling the sweet scent of arousal.
Pam was having a Siesta as we did in the afternoon, and this was a cue for a sex session between us. She was naked as it was so hot, but I prefer her in panties, or even better, or so I thought, in her daughter’s pink bikini.
“Darling, I was really looking forward to some bikini sex. Why don’t you put it back on?”
“It’s all wet, but if you must, just get one from the pile.”
This was a random game, she didn’t seem bothered about which pair, but I was. Pam was happy to let me choose, as I often got to pick her panties from her fine selection before sex. Maybe she just forgot they were all mixed up with her daughter’s.
The girls were back out at the beach so I went to the bathroom and picked up the tempting used pink bottoms from the bathroom floor, and figuring Pam would never guess, brought them back to our bedroom.
Pam was lying face down on the bed, her naked rounded bottom half covered. My plan was to make her wet with my fingers before pulling the wet pink bikini pants up her tanned thighs so she wouldn’t notice how soaked at the crotch they were.