Bikini Shop

It was hot. Really hot, actually, much more than he was used to. He wasn't exactly sure how anybody could enjoy it, or why they would decide to pay to come here. He sure as Hell wouldn't have paid... not that he had to, since he decided to jump onto a ship and come here for free. The only price he did have to pay was being a tad bit cold at nights... and being sea sick. But hey, puking several times kept his mind off of food, which he didn't have a very big supply of to start off with.

But he was here now, and he may as well make the most of it. So what if he had to sweat a lot, he was in a resort town, basically for free, surrounded by all manner of beautiful, sexy women of all ages that decided to strut around in various pieces of fabric; from a solid one piece that showed small patches of flesh to some that show more flesh than if they were wearing tissues in strategically placed locations on the body.

It was basically Heaven... if Heaven was in the middle of the Lake of Fire, and he was being roasted on a spit by Satan's cabana boy while being force fed peppers. Still, given the sights readily available and the price tag, he'd gladly be a meal for the fallen one and his demons in exchange.

Of course, besides the heat there was also the downside of a lack of Gil. Yes, he has saved up a nice little chunk, given that he'd been planning this for months beforehand, but he wasn't expecting everything to be so insanely expensive. Even the hotel was out of the question... so, he'd have to sleep on the beach. Which was going to be horrible; no matter how hot it is during the day, it'll be just as cold, if not colder at night. And then, he's going to have to bathe in the ocean, and what else would he do during the day, other than leer at women at the beach? No matter how many jiggling fun bags there are, he's sure he'll want to do something else, especially to help lessen the chances of sunburn.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice that a woman was coming up from behind. The first indication that she was there came in the form of a tap on the shoulder, which failed to get him out of his thoughts. Of course, the second indication came in the form of her turning him around; imagine his surprise when he noticed the world turning around him, so that shops ehind him came into his field of vision.

Shaking his head, he wondered what had happened... and why he felt something on his sides. His head began to move down, and that's when he noticed that there was a woman standing before him; and what a woman she was. He wasn't exactly discrete in his gawking at her, but even in this land of bare flesh, she was something special.

"Hello...? The eyes are up here, you know..."

She spoke, which snapped him out of staring at her impressive chest. But, it was begging to be gawked at; what kind of woman who doesn't want leers would put such large breasts in a tight, short white top and then sandwich them between suspenders, which pushed them together, as if to make them look even bigger? But regardless, he tore his eyes from them and looked her mostly in the eyes. They too were amazing sight, but yet they made him hungry for chocolate for some odd reason. He also noticed that she smiled at him, she didn't appear to be angry that he was staring at those big, wobbly fun bags at all.

"I was just wondering if you could help me with something. You see, I need a male opinion, and since most of my male friends are unsuited for it... "

She sort of drifted away at that point, but he got the idea. Part of him wanted to say no, as he has this sinking feeling deep in his gut that it would be something incredibly dull and boring, perhaps some manner of shoe shopping. But then again, another the part of him --located in the crotch area-- wanted to go for it, because it had hopes for some manner of reward... a very nice reward. Besides, who could say no to a woman with such amazing breasts in a top that showed them off so very well and a leather micro mini-skirt that showed off legs that put almost every other woman in the town to shame?

He was just about to say yes but then paused, dreading the thought that the moment he opened his mouth, he would drool; which is almost always a massive turn off and chick repellent. Deciding not to risk it, he simply placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded in agreement. Not exactly the best way to convey the message that he would help her, but then, that didn't seem to matter; her face lit up like a town who just got their own Mako Reactor. She took hold of a hand then pulled him along with him as she went on her merry way.

He almost wished he hadn't of done so, he wasn't big on being damn near dragged along, regardless of how hot the girl was. Of course, once he managed to get his footing and matched his pace to her own, he was capable of following her with much more ease; no more dragging for him. No sir. And with his no longer having to worry about being dragged came the benefit being able to focus, and upon focusing her came to realize that he was tall enough to look over her shoulder, to see something white and bouncy.

She apparently wasn't wearing a bra, and if she were, then it wasn't doing its job very well. But even with watching what little he could see, he was fully aware that people were watching him being pulled along by a girl who bounced more than a rubber ball. He didn't care about their stares though, mostly because it was he whom the bouncing woman was pulling along.

But even if he didn't care about their looking at him, he envied them so very much in the fact that they were able to see her bouncing along on her merry way. From what little he can see, it must be a Hell of a show she's giving all the many leering men. Why, he's sure that more than a few women are envying her; they're the one in tiny amounts of clothing and yet she's getting all the attention while wearing far more than they.



Between all the stares, he didn't even notice that she dragged him into a shop, until, suddenly, they came to a halt. Snapping out of his flesh induced stupor, he found himself in a shop. Full of women. And bikinis on racks. And guys in the same flesh induced stupor.



"Go find a dressing room for me, okay?"

She said, her hand waving him toward a doorway. He was curious as to how, exactly he could go in there, considering this place was for woman... and yet, nobody seemed to mind when he strolled toward there. In-fact, as he was moving toward it, a man followed by a woman holding a bunch of hangers with rather... small pieces of fabric went in before him, and nobody said a word.

Shrugging, he headed on inside, taking note of the huge row of doors on either side of a hallway. He noticed many were closed... and locked, since he tried a few. He could hear voices and noises coming from some of them, but he couldn't make them out exactly... although more than one sounded like a moan.


"Ta-da!"

She comes out, wearing the smallest white bikini he's seen in his life. The top was tiny, it covered her nipples, albeit in a half assed way, given that it was so tight than one could easily make out the lines of her nipples, and beyond that, well... it's a nasty sunburn covering most of her tits just waiting to happen. The bottom was even smaller, he could honestly see her pubic hair coming from above the upper most limits of it, and it's so tight that he can easily see her vaginal lips, giving her one Hell of a case of camel toe.

He wonders why, exactly she'd pick something so small, so tight... so transparent when it gets wet.

"Do you like it?"

She asks, looking at him, studying his reaction to the question.. and she finds that he's staring at her chest, seemingly completely oblivious to the question. Of course, it only seems that way, as he heard her... it's just that, what could he say to her? Of course he likes it, because it shows off so much of her fantastic body, but it's not like he can just tell her that... well, he could, but then, she'd most likely slap him.

Of course, staring at her tits would also more than likely bring about a slapping if saying that... so, really, he's damned either way. So, throwing caution to the kind, he looks up at her, only to notice that she's smiling at him. She already knows what he's going to say, it seems, and she's fine with it. But then, she asked something that throws him for a loop;

"Are you... hard?"

"P-p-p-pardon...?"

He mutters, taken aback by that. Maybe he heard her wrong... after all, having a chick with big tits in the same room with you while wearing a tiny bikini sort of has an effect on your mind... and God knows people have heard things that weren't actually said in such moments. She smirks at him and then comes closer, her breasts bouncing. She comes to a halt a good foot away from him, then she leans forward, drawing his eyes to her breasts as they strain against her top, threatening to break free at any moment;

"I asked if your dick was hard."

His mouth is agape, knowing that he heard her clearly. He doesn't know what to do or what to say, really... it's not like he's been in this situation many times in the past. More like never, actually, this would be the first time he's been picked up by a stranger to watch her try on bikinis and then ask him if his dick was hard from looking at her.

What exactly do you say at a time like this? Be honest and say yes, hoping she doesn't suddenly get pissy? Lie and say no, and have her turn pissy, possibly punching you in the balls?




Pressing her hands against her large, bikini top bound breasts, she carefully slips his shaft between them, making him moan loudly. As they come to rest on his thighs, the tip of his dick pokes out from between them, leaking more and more precum. She smiles up at him, and then, slowly, she runs her tongue along the head, licking up his precum, moaning at the very taste of it.





Climbing on top of him, her legs straddle his lap, her soaked, barely covered crotch hovering over his hard dick. she pulls