We drive to a nearby shopping center; open air, lots of palm trees, with three different swimwear shops. Going into the first, we’re overwhelmed by the number of bikinis available. As we enter each store, employees come to our aid and ask us what we’re looking for. Soon Talia is in the changing room trying on the first selection. I wait just outside in a private area with mirrors on several walls. Talia emerges from the changing room wearing the first bikini and she looks stunning. I think I’m going to have a fun afternoon.
It’s quite an education in bikini styles and terminology. Brazilian, Rio half-back, thong, g-string, tanga, side-tie, no-tie, triangle tops, halters, bandeau, x-back, etc. Not to mention the array of fabrics and colors and prints. Not that I’m complaining. Watching Talia try on bikini after bikini and modeling each one for me is a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. And in each shop, we receive helpful and able assistance from one, and sometimes two young, beautiful salesgirls. They give advice on styles and proper fit, and answer any and all questions we have. Talia loves being the center of attention.
By the time we’re in the third bikini shop, the visual stimulation is making me very horny. I love seeing how each bikini molds itself to her, hugs the most intimate parts of her body, and reveals so much of her naked skin. My penis responds by swelling, stiffening and tenting out my baggy shorts. I do what I can in an attempt to conceal my semi-erection, as to not embarrass the salesgirls, but they seem to be keeping a close watch on me, as if they instinctively know what effect Talia’s bikini-clad body has on me. While Talia is in the changing room, they repeatedly look at my obvious excitement and give me sly, knowing smiles.
Talia also notices the hard-on in my shorts and plays up her sexiness to cock-tease me even more. In turn, her nipples harden and poke out sharply through the bikini tops she’s modeling. The girl waiting on us, who is also the store manager, smiles broadly and looks back and forth between us.
“Well, I see our line of bikinis is meeting with your approval and are having a positive effect!”
Talia laughs and I smile sheepishly at the salesgirl. Her name is Keela, and she’s a bronze-skinned beauty about 22 years old. During the hour or so she’s been helping us, we’ve gotten friendly and conversational, and she calls us by our first names. Plenty of her skin is on display as well, as she’s wearing a short wraparound skirt, riding low on her hips and a halter top, both of an exotic Hawaiian print of green and white. I look at her medium sized breasts and see that her nipples are hard too. Keela once again glances down at my tented shorts.
“Sorry,” I say to the girl with a shrug.
“Oh, please, don’t apologize!” she says, looking at my concealed hard-on. “It’s one of the perks of the job!” Keela then lowers her voice a bit. “Honestly, some days I get so horny working here, I spend my entire lunch break in the back room masturbating.”
Talia and I agree that we like the mini-Brazilian cut bikini in bright yellow that she’s tried on. The material is very thin and formfitting and her prominent nipples poke out quite noticeably.
Before Talia goes back into the changing room to get dressed, Keela stops her.
"If you don’t mind,” she says, “I’d like to suggest a couple other styles that might interest you. They’re a bit more daring and revealing, but you might have fun trying them on! And I’m sure Roger wouldn’t mind seeing you in them!”
“Sure!” Talia says, and Keela goes back into the storeroom.
While we wait, I move toward Talia and take her in my arms, hugging her body to mine. She’s still wearing the last bikini she tried on. She smiles up at me and we kiss, my stiff cock pressing against her bare tummy, with only the fabric of my shorts between us.
“Okay, break it up, you two!” Keela giggles as she returns. In her hand she’s carrying what looks like a few strings and strands of fabric. “Some of these are a bit tricky, so I’d better help you put them on.” And Keela guides Talia back into the changing room and closes the door behind them.
Through the changing room door, I can hear the two girls talking and giggling, though I can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Mostly, it sounds like Keela giving instructions to Talia on how to put the bikinis on. They sound like they’re having a good time.
The door opens and Keela steps out first. She looks at me and says, “What do you think of this one?”
Talia steps through the door in a pale pink bikini much smaller than any she’d tried on so far.
“This is a mini-string,” says Keela. “The material is opaque, so you get full coverage…over what’s covered, that is. The panels are slightly adjustable, so you can expose more if you like.”
Keela reaches over and scrunches the material covering Talia’s tits together so that only a little more than her nipples and areolas are covered. She does the same with the bottoms, leaving only about a three inch strip of material covering her pussy.
After having a good long look at my girl in this tiny bikini, Keela escorts Talia back into the changing room. Glancing back over her shoulder, she smiles at me and says, “Get ready for the next one!”
A few minutes later, they emerge again. This time Talia is wearing a black bikini that actually covers more of her than the last one but the material is a wide mesh, making it virtually see-through. Nothing is left to the imagination. Nipples and pussy lips are clearly visible. My half-mast cock jerks to full stiffness in about three heartbeats. Both girls notice the movement in my loose shorts.
“Very favorable reaction to this one,” Talia says with a delighted laugh.
“This one combines seemingly total coverage with nearly total exposure,” Keela says. “You have the feeling of wearing a full bikini, while actually showing everything you’ve got!”
With my boner throbbing away in my shorts, I feel like I’m nearly showing everything I’ve got too. I watch Talia model the mesh bikini for a few minutes. Keela looks too but mostly she’s staring at my cock bulge and chewing on her lower lip.
“What do you think, Rog?” Talia striking a pose with hands on hips.
I smile. “You look really great in that one, Tal!”
“Okay, one more to try on,” Keela says. “And it’s a real naughty one!”
With Talia and Keela once again go behind closed doors, I take advantage of being alone and reach down inside the waistband of my shorts and wrap my hand around my hard, lust-filled cock. I give it a few slow, firm strokes and breathe a heavy sigh of relief, head tilted back and eyes closed. Apparently, my sigh was loud enough to be heard by one of the other salesgirls in the store.
She pops her head through the doorway into the waiting area. “Is everything alright?” she says with professional concern. But she quickly sees me standing there with my hand down my shorts rubbing my erection.
“Oh! I guess you’re doing okay,” she says with a knowing smile.
She’s a cute, petite, little blonde with tiny tits and a sunny face. She’s wearing a small bikini top and boy shorts. I half open my eyes and grin stupidly at her, but don’t stop slowly stroking my cock. She lets me look at her as I masturbate. Just then, the changing room door opens and Keela steps out.
She notices the other salesgirl. “Is there a problem, Jill?”
“No. I was passing by outside and heard someone moan. I thought someone was in distress and needed assistance.” Jill looks back at me and winks. “But I see everything is just fine.”
Keela only now looks at me and sees me reaching into my shorts and pumping my boner. She smiles and says, “Yes, it looks like Roger has things well in hand.