I Left Out My Swimsuit!
"I'm eager to hit the beach!" expressed Sarah.
We were seated on a shuttle, waiting to reach our resort. The lush coconut trees and vibrant bushes surrounding the carpark offered a stark difference from the snow back home. I heaved a sigh of relief as the flight had been effortless. Now all we had to do was get to our accommodation and check in.
Unsurprisingly, the check-in process went by without any hitches, and we found ourselves in our room, staring out at the pool before we knew it.
"Beach, Pool, or food?" I enquired from Sarah.
"How about we prepare to swim, then go grab lunch on the beach?" She responded.
"That sounds fine to me!" I exclaimed while I unzipped my suitcase.
This was our initial visit to an all-inclusive. We had been saving for a year to have a beach getaway and were tremendously looking forward to our adults-only retreat. Sun, drinks, food, and swimming in the sea were all calling out to us. However, there was a slight issue.
"Sarah, I can't seem to locate my swim trunks. Have you seen them?"
"I'm sure I spotted them at home," she answered. "Did you fail to add them to your bag?"
"Oh no!" I lamented. "I must have done so. My shorts aren't appropriate for swimming. Do you think the gift shop would have some spare pairs?"
"Let's pay the store a visit, but you could always wear some of my bottoms." Sarah jested.
"Let's head to lunch and then pop into the hotel shop," I suggested.
Lunch was satisfactory, but I was dejected over having forgotten my swim trunks, making it challenging to fully appreciate the meal. I was eager to swiftly rectify my error.
"$105 for a pair of swim trunks! That is beyond our budget!" I grumbled.
"My offer still stands," said Sarah. "Most people here are Europeans, so if you wear my bottoms, no one will notice. Just remember that everybody sees what you wear."
I declined with a sigh. In the bedroom, I picked up the black bikini bottoms she'd tossed at me. They were akin to a speedo, completely concealing me. I shifted into them, understanding that they provided me with a pleasant surprise, fitting me with comfort. Yet, I still had reservations about wearing them in public.
Additionally, I realized that the attention was directed elsewhere. Sarah donned her white bikini. It accentuated her cleavage and barely covered her front. I discovered she was wearing a thong.
"You look stunning!" I acknowledged, bewitched by the sight, "I forgot how amazing your bum is. Are you certain you're comfortable with everyone else observing it too?"
"They can see, but only you can touch," she remarked, moving toward me for a tight embrace.
We ventured out to explore and swim. Despite being self-conscious, I soon realized that I didn't stand out in the slightest. My bikini resembled many of the other men at the beach.
We procured some towels and proceeded to the beach. We dropped our towels on a free lounger, then ran to the sea. I assured that Sarah was ahead of me so I could watch her luscious bum. Upon glimpsing it from behind, I noticed that Sarah wore a thong, leaving her bum completely exposed.
After a few minutes of wading and diving in the waves, I recalled what outfit I was adorned in. "This suit is incredibly comfortable," I narrated to Sarah, "it's free of restrictions, so flexible, and not irking anything. Forgetting my trunks might not have been such a catastrophe after all. I expect to don this all week."
"Would you like to try one of my thongs?" teased Sarah.
"I don't believe they'll contain me, and I'm uncertain whether I'm prepared to have my bum on display. Plus, your color preferences might not match my skin tone, as you prefer pastels."
"We'll see!" was her only reply.
Nearing the end of the day, we transferred to the pool - and the pool bar. By the time the evening was dawning, we had successfully inebriated ourselves.
"Dinner isn't scheduled for a while," mentioned Sarah. "Is there any desire for a stroll along the beach?"
"While dressed like this?" I inquired.
"Why not?" she questioned with a wink.
"I'll wear one if you do, I will."
In reality, the beach stroll served as an opportunity to appreciate the late afternoon. There were minimal patrons, and we were no longer in an endless crowd. Pleased to be with Sarah, she walked with self-assurance, disregarding those staring at her small bikini.
The following day, our vacation didn't let us down. After I quickly shifted my mood over the lost suitcases, I was able to appreciate the splendor of the resort. The cuisine, entertainment, and pool were remarkable, while the beach was paradise. Sarah had even persuaded me to participate in a swimming class, which was far more effective due to the stretchy nature of the bottoms.
A mishap occurred on the third day.
"Sarah, have you seen my swimwear?" I asked anxiously. "I left it on the balcony to dry, and it's no longer there!"
"Oh, I haven't seen it. Did it blow away?" She inquired.
We searched the ground beneath the balcony, but nothing was to be found.
"Do you have anything I could wear?" I inquired hesitantly.
"I've just got a few pairs of thong bottoms and some lingerie. Would you be interested in trying my panties? They're not too different, just thinner."
She tossed a couple pairs to me. "Baby blue or hot pink: Which one?"
"Thong?" she queried.
"It seems you would prefer to see me in a thong, isn't that right?" I suggested. "I won't wear it, but I'll put it on just for you."
Sarah grinned as she handed me the pale pink thong. I removed my clothing and slid it on. It was a bit wider in the front, and it did indeed cover me up, but it hardly left anything to the imagination. Yes, it felt provocative to have a bare behind, yet I was far from prepared for it.
"You do have a wonderful bum," Sarah commented, "unfortunately, no one else will be able to see it."
"You're enjoying this way too much!" I retorted.
"Possibly," she teased.
"Well, go bold or don't bother." I declared, slipping on the hot pink panties. They were low-cut and so thin that they could not contain me. "We need to make a decision about this," I said.
"I have an idea!" Sarah exclaimed. "Just tuck it to the side and we'll head straight to the pool. It might shrink there."
"That wasn't the solution I was thinking," I responded.
"If you're wearing my pink panties, waiting for you back at the room after I see you swimming will be very intriguing to me." She said with a smile.
The thin material conformed to my member until I slipped the waistband open and filled it with air. The hot pink suit had my undivided attention.
Sarah attempted to continue teasing me, but we mainly relaxed in the pool.
"It's time for the beach!" demanded Sarah.
I'd nearly forgotten what I was wearing by that point, but the moment I surfaced, I was fixed on my swimsuit once more. The thin material perfectly contoured my member until I slipped the waistband open and let some air in.
My hot pink swimwear caused much self-consciousness, while Sarah wore her baby blue thong bikini with her ample bust bursting out from it, threatening to reveal her nipples. Oh wait, perhaps I shouldn't have been focused on that as I began to become hard again.
"Sarah, we need to get to the ocean before I'm entirely uncovered," I whispered.
"Oh dear," she chuckled, observing my predicament.
I was flushed with both embarrassment and arousal as we strolled amongst the crowd to the ocean. I followed some distance behind Sarah, and while a few patrons acknowledged her exposed breasts and bare buttocks, no one seemed concerned with my insignificant pink swimsuit.
I began to relax until I remembered the attire.
After lunch, we changed into coverups and entered the beachside restaurant. We later found a shady spot by the pool, where we read and conversed throughout the afternoon. My pink panties gradually receded into the background.
Sarah suggested we return to the ocean. I agreed.
The ocean was tranquil and relaxing. I'd become accustomed to my swimsuit, and nothing felt more pleasant than floating in the warm water with Sarah as the sun dropped.
Sarah, however, aroused me from my languor. "Time for a walk!"
"What about walking in pink panties?" I inquired.
"What's the difference between walking and swimming?" she pondered.
"People can see them," I answered.
"Did they even look at you when you walked down here?" she asked.
"I don't remember." I answered, unsure.
"Okay, let's go!" and she strode confidently down the beach with the low sun casting radiance through the palm trees.
As the evening wore on, I found walking in my thin pink panties simple and comfortable, even with onlookers. It was an enjoyable experience to walk with Sarah as the sun set.
"Seems like you're quite snug in those panties. No worries, right?" She said, reaching behind her back to unzip her top. Pulling it off, her gorgeous breasts were now exposed for me to see. Her nipples were firm and her areolas stood out prominently.
I was taken aback. There was only one response my body had - it began to grow. In the presence of Sarah's uncovered breasts and the reminder of the too small, inadequately supportive pink panties I was wearing, my manhood stiffened. The panties were no match for an erect male member.
"Nice one!" Sarah commented. "I knew I'd have this kind of effect on you! Shall we head to our room now?"
"You tease!" I exclaimed. "There's no way I can walk back like this - these panties can't conceal my state!" I was alternating between intense excitement, anger, and embarrassment, struggling to comprehend the situation. "You planned this, look at what you've done - I'm stranded on a crowded beach, basically naked, in fact worse, I'm wearing women's thong underwear! What do I do?" I asked helplessly.
"I think I know a solution." Sarah said, kneeling in front of me.
I was in an unnatural state of extreme arousal. It was only a matter of time before my body released. "I'm gonna come!" I cried.
Sarah ceased her osculation, wrapping her hands around my shaft to guide it as strand after strand of semen decorated her face and breasts. My member softened suddenly.
"Let's go back to the room." Sarah suggested, unafraid to walk around topless and covered in cum.
I knew I couldn't last long, so I tried to think about other things, but Sarah's topless state and her cum-drenched face and breasts made it difficult to ignore as she discussed dinner and evening plans.
We had to get our towels and belongings by the pool next. Sarah sauntered topless and cum-covered among the remaining beachgoers, who were seemingly oblivious, although I was undoubtedly more distracted than them.
We'd had great sex, Sarah uncontrollably orgasming from my fingers and my tongue before I even entered her. We climaxed together with intense pleasure, lying close and embracing each other.
We wore different underwear each day - the pink and baby blue thongs, however, felt incredibly comfortable. Nobody seemed to mind, and Sarah sometimes went topless as well, but I never received another blowjob on the secluded beach. The beach, pool, food, drinks, and entertainment were all worthwhile, and the entire trip cost less than the trunks I'd originally planned to purchase.
On our final day, Sarah declared, "Today, you're going to wear the thong I showed you before." She held up the pale pink thong I'd tried on on day three. Having lost all care, I pulled it on.
"Come on!" I said, evidently showing if off.
"I've got something else special for today." Sarah told me. She retrieved a red bikini from her suitcase made of a coarse mesh.
"It won't hide much." I noted.
"Exactly the idea." She winked.
The bikini didn't offer nearly as much coverage as the prior ones had. It mostly concealed her intimate areas but left her nipples exposed graciously, a sight I'll never forget.
I found the situation amusing. At the pool and ocean, we swam with no care. My intense arousal was only contained by the thong, to my surprise. After hours outside, we couldn't remain celibate any longer and went to our room for some much-needed satisfaction.
Lying in our post-coital tranquility, I asked, "Sarah, why did you wear that bikini today? It's incredible!"
"I had to wait for you to wear the thong. I have my limits when it comes to revealing you. Even I would be shocked by what you're wearing."
"How did you know the thong would keep me contained today?" I wondered.
"Because it's men's underwear." She replied with a smile.
"Wait, you bought a thong for me, hoping I'd wear it?" I still seemed perplexed.
Sarah approached her suitcase and removed the black bottoms from the first few days.
"You didn't! You planned everything!" Sarah slowly revealed. "Where are my swimming trunks!"
"Under your pillow at home." Sarah finally confessed.
"Hey, you hot mama! I hollered. Gonna give you a little more lovin' to show my gratitude for expanding my horizons. Don't worry, you won't be seeing me in my swim trunks anymore, but I might be a bit careful about wearing my hot pink undies out in public!"
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