Suzis New Bikini

It was nice hot summer’s day and a group of us had decided to meet up at the beach. Having the day totally free I got there early, picking up a choice sparking spot and being able to get a nice spot to dump my stuff on the beach. Then I went swimming.

Others arrived as the day wore on and we were all just mucking around generally, sometimes in the water and sometimes not. No harm and we weren’t bothering anyone. Just a bunch of young adults enjoying themselves.

Little Suzy was one of the last to arrive. Cute little kid with a cute little car. I suppose the car give the lie to her being a kid as she’d have to be eighteen to have her license. Still, it amused me to call her that, mainly because it drove her wild.

We were all in the water when Suzy arrived. She came scampering over the sand in this little white bikini, and if the car didn’t say she was of age, her figure in that bikini did. I was almost offended, it was so small, and I had to bite my tongue not to tell her to go and get some clothes on. She’d have loved that, I bet.

She came wading out to join the group and was already waist deep when this slightly larger wave came rolling in. It washed around her, almost coming up to her neck and then the water died down and I was looking at little Suzy and thinking, “Oh shit.”

I had to look twice. Three times, actually. The first time I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The second was to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. The third was because she had quite lovely little breasts and they were on plain view and I didn’t want to look away.

I moved very quickly, cutting between her and the crowd, shielding her from view. She looked at me curiously as I moved closer.

“Hi, Mike,” she said smiling. “What’s up?”

“My blood pressure. What the hell do you think you’re wearing?”

“It’s a bikini. What’s wrong with it? Everyone wears them.”

“Not like that one,” I told her. “Take a look.” I nodded towards her breasts, not daring to look at them while she was this close.

She looked down and went white, then red, then white again. She finished up choosing a nice red blush as her arms crossed in front of her. Her lovely new white bikini turned totally transparent when wet and it was as though she was topless.

“Stay like that for a moment,” I told her, and sank below the water. Then I was standing again, shaking the water from my head and smiling.

“Same down below,” I told her. “I could see you’ve shaped a nice little landing strip down there. I could also see the playing field at the end of the strip.”

Suzy was horrified, and infuriated that I was finding it amusing.

“It’s not funny,” she hissed at me, almost crying. “What am I supposed to do?”

“That depends on how much of an exhibitionist you are. You can join the group like that. The boys sure won’t mind.”

The killing look dismissed that idea.

“Ah, well,” I said. “I guess you’d better head in towards the shore. You can lie down in the shallows for a few moments to protect your modesty while I go up and get a towel to wrap around you.”

That plan was more to her taste and it was only a minute or so before I was approaching her, towel in hand. I was not going to let her wrap it around herself while she lay in the water, I told her. She could damn well stand up and wrap it.

She did so, reluctantly, but I did my bit and looked deliberately elsewhere while she wrapped herself up. Then she went stalking past me and up the beach.

“What do you intend doing now,” I asked.

“Get dressed and go home,” she said bitterly. “I can’t hang around here, now can I? How can I explain why I can’t go swimming? My day is ruined.”

“Could be worse,” I pointed out. “You might have joined the group before you found out.”

“God, don’t even think that,” she protested. “I’ll have nightmares. It’s bad enough that you saw me like that.”

She gave me a fulminating glare.

“Probably worse. You’ll be teasing me about it for months.”

“What, kid you about going swimming in a bikini made for sunbathing only? Wouldn’t dream of it. Anyone could make that sort of mistake.”

She could hear the laughter in my voice and tried to kick me. Fortunately the towel hindered this.

“All joking aside,” I said, “instead of getting dressed and going home, come on over to my van. I actually have several bikinis there, all of the tie-on variety. You can borrow one of those and then join us.”

“Dare I ask why you have several sets of women’s bikinis in your van?”

“I take my sister and her friends to the beach sometimes,” I explained. “It’s amazing how often they leave things behind. I can’t guarantee that the tops will be the same colour as the bottoms, but I have enough to make up a number of pairs. Non-see-through, as well,” I added.

She chewed on her lip a bit, thinking about my offer, but didn’t resist when I steered her in the direction of my van. I have quite a nice van. It doesn’t look much from the outside but it has a good engine and I’ve finished off the insides very nicely. While it’s not what is known as a sin bin, it suits me. The back of the van has tinted windows and, on a bright sunny day, it’s impossible to look in from the outside. It also has a nice bench seat in the back. Really a storage locker, but I’d padded the lid.

I opened the rear door and helped Suzy up, following her in. She was short enough to be able to stand. Me, I had to crouch somewhat. I promptly sat on the bench seat and open a little storage cupboard on one of the side walls.

“This is where I keep all the bits and pieces people leave behind,” I said. “Makes it easy to find something when the owner comes looking.”

I found a couple of likely items and handed them over to Suzy.

“Here, try these. If they’re no good I have more.”

I figured they’d suit as both pieces were tie on. That tends to make them one size fits all, depending on how much you want to cover or not cover.

Suzy took my offering, looking rather dubious. Both items were going to cover more than what she was currently wearing, but I had no objection to that. She really shouldn’t be flashing that much skin.

I waited and Suzy waited.

“Problem?” I finally asked.

“I’m waiting for you to close the door,” she said, indicating the rear door standing wide.

“No need,” I told her. “It’s just overlooking the ocean so no-one can see in and no-one’s going to come wandering past as I’m at the end of the row.”

“I was thinking more along the lines that you’d close it from the outside,” came the very pointed suggestion.

“Now why would I want to do anything so silly?” I asked quietly. “I liked what I saw earlier and I’d like to see it again. You just go right ahead and get changed.”

Don’t ever think that you understand women. I expected tantrums and abuse and then to be evicted. What I got was a shrug, Suzy turning her back to me, dropping the towel and stripping of her bikini.

“Damn it, Suzy,” I said, as she started tying on the new bikini. “That’s not fair. Turn around and face me.”

The little bitch just looked over her shoulder and laughed at me, continuing to tie on the bikini bottom. After that she put on the top and all I got to see from the strip show was a cute little bottom.

Now that the bikini was on she turned to face me, looking rather irate.

“Who,” she asked, “left this in your van? Ten ton Tessie from Texas? This things more suited to a gorilla than to a woman. What else have you got?”

It looked eminently suitable to me for a kid like Suzy. It covered everything she had and that was the way I preferred it. Except when it was me doing the looking. I sighed and turned back to the lost property cupboard.

“Don’t bother,” said Suzy. “I’ll look. You’ll probably come out with a burka and say it’s just the thing. You’re a terrible prude, you know.”

No, I did not know. I don’t object to abbreviated bikinis. I like abbreviated bikinis and women wearing them. It’s just I was reluctant for Suzy to wear one. There were a lot of lecherous men out there.

Suzy fished out what looked like pieces of tangled string with a few knots in it. I remembered a friend of my sister’s wearing that item and had thought it looked fantastic. Suddenly I considered it to be in very poor taste.

“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.

Suzy just looked me dead in the eye and said, “Prude.”

Still looking at me she pulled the ties of the overlarge bikini and the bottom just dropped away and my lust jumped sky high. It went even higher when she dropped the top, standing there nude and smiling.

I wanted to throttle the little bitch. She just kept on grinning at me while she tied on the scraps of nothing that were supposed to be a string bikini.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, posing provocatively.

“Over my dead body,” I told her. “Try something a little less extreme.”

She rolled her eyes upward as though beseeching heavenly help, but she did turn and fish out a somewhat more modest bikini. And she knew just where it was, reaching in with hardly a glance to get it. This one was brightly coloured, both pieces being two toned, all the colours appearing complimentary. That was one that I guessed would meet both our requirements, if only just.

Once again Suzy smiled at me as she stripped off the scraps of string.

“You,” she said seriously, “are not going to get over your hang-ups about me until you’ve given me a good fucking. When are you going to stop stuffing around and do it?”

I stared at her, appalled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.

“What I’m talking about is you stop being ridiculously gentlemanly where I’m concerned and start being a little more caddish.”

She bent forward, her naked breasts swinging deliciously, distracting me from what she was doing. I found out when her hand closed over my erection, poorly concealed beneath my bathers. She squeezed it.

“This proves my point. You know damn well you want me,” she said. “Why aren’t you doing something about it? Are you worried because I’m a virgin? I have to lose it sooner or later.”

Like I said, who can tell what a woman will do? I did know what I was going to do and the hell with it. I grabbed her and pulled her onto my lap and kissed her.

She kissed me right back and while she was doing that my hands were exploring. I traced her breasts, noting that her nipples were already erect. Thinking back, they’d been erect when she took of that oversize bikini and I’d just refused to notice.

My hands traced her body going lower still, finally closing over her mound. Then my fingers explored, finding no resistance as I touched and probed.

Greedy little fingers were now running over my body, Suzy hitching herself to one side so she could touch my erection. I cursed softly and started trying to push my bathers down, feeling unwantedly constricted by them. Suzy joined in quite happily, then left me to struggle with them once enough of my erection was freed for her to play with it.

Naked and clutching at each other, we kissed and caressed, making delightfully free of each other’s body, happily enjoying the touches on our own.

It was blatantly obvious that I was ready for the next step, and some gentle probing showed me that Suzy was hot and wet and squirming. OK. I’ll admit some not so gentle probing also showed that, with Suzy’s squirming and gasping increasing with the roughness with which I handled her.

Then I was twisting her under me, laying her on her back on the bench, and I was coming down onto and into her. My erection butted up against her lips and then rudely pushed past. She gave a small shriek as I just as rudely pushed past her hymen, then clung to me, pushing frantically up to meet me as I continued to drive into her.

Her arms were wrapped around me, clinging to me, and her legs came up and clasped me, trying to draw me deeper and hold me there. I was quite content to sink in, pushing as deep as I could go, until our groins were rubbing hard against each other.

Suzy may have been a virgin but that young woman had a natural talent. Once engaged I started moving on her, quite forcefully. She didn’t bat an eye. She just made an excited gasping sound and started moving with me, pressing up against me just as hard and just as eagerly as me.

I knew how these things were supposed to go. You ease slowly into the virgin (assuming she’s willing), breaking her hymen gently, while whispering soft reassuring words. Then you establish a nice easy rhythm and lift her gradually to the heights, helping her to have her first orgasm before finishing off nicely and gently, cuddling her and telling her how wonderful she was.

All I can say is that Suzy had never read those rules and I was just ignoring them. I had drilled in hard, and the hell with her virginity, and she responded in the same way. Now we were banging hard against each other and we weren’t worrying about any rhythm. We wanted what we wanted and we wanted it now and we were taking it.

I took her hard, driving in again and again, and she responded in a like fashion, almost bouncing off the bench in her eagerness to accept me. We were both gasping, moving fast, full of a desperate energy that we had to burn off.

I was so horny and desperate for this woman that she again took me by surprise when she climaxed. I’d have sworn that I’d blow my cork before a young virgin would be anywhere near ready to respond. Instead of which she suddenly screamed and clamped tightly around me, a challenge to which I responded with enthusiasm, happily letting loose with my own climax.

I groaned back to full realisation of where I was after a few minutes and Suzy followed suit shortly after.

I was feeling dead, but happy. Suzy on the other hand was positively glowing, all smiles. She happily picked up the colourful bikini she’d chosen and put it on, and it fit her as though specially tailored for her. I was thinking maybe it was a little brief, caught the look in her eye and didn’t say a word. She smiled and nodded, accepting my capitulation.

Happy as Larry, she went prancing back down to the beach. I followed on behind, knowing full well that she was going to run me ragged for a long, long time.