It’s our date night in a couple of hours, and I want to look extra sexy for you. I slip outside to the pool, hoping for a golden glow — tan lines just for you — in that little blue-and-white flower bikini we bought in Turks last month. You picked it out. You loved the ruffled bottoms, tied at the hips with little bows, and the bandeau top that pulled my breasts tightly together. I even took the padding out so my nipples p...

We arrive at the restaurant just as dusk paints the sky in soft pinks fading to violet. The hostess offers us a seat on the patio to catch the last stretch of sunset before moving inside. Your hand settles firmly around my waist as we follow her past two other couples. She leads us to a curved booth at the end of the dock, secluded just enough, and you slide in close beside me. Drinks are ordered, the waiter disappears, a...