Abbey Rhodes

Regina look really good dressed in her pink leotard. The leotard clung to the slight rise of her small mounds which were already erect nipples as a they harden with anticipation, pushing out against the material. She hadn’t shower after her workout and her body carried a slight odor of sweat. It made me even more aroused. As we faced each other our breathing became shallow and rapid in anticipation of the enjoyment to come.

We had just arrived at the beach, and the girls wanted to change into their bikinis as soon as possible. I didn’t pay much attention to the people around us at first, but when a young lady walked into my view on her way down to the water, I noticed.

It was hard to tell how old she was. She was very slim, and not very tall. Her hair was shoulder length. She was wearing a light green bikini bottom.

Just as she came into view, she stopped and turned to say something to her a friend, who was lying only 10 feet from where I was. My god, that gal was pretty. Her waist and hips were slim. My eyes were drawn to her breasts. Small, firm breasts, high on her chest, pointing straight out without any sign of influence from gravity. Every move she made was so light, so elegant, so nymph-like. She only stood there for a second or two, and all I could do but stare.

We’ve all had opportunities or at least thought about admiring a beautiful youthful young lady. These are secret thoughts; thoughts that we share with no one. It’s only natural. There is nothing more sexy than a gorgeous young adult ladies near you. Nothing more alluring than a seductive female dressed sexy. It’s the private stuff I keep my secret. Since I was a teenager my secret sexual fantasies are of young ladies that parade in the malls dressed in short, short skirts, with bouncy little pony tails and flirting eyes. My heart leaps when I see perky tits on display through little tight tops or tee-shirts, unencumbered by bras or other confining clothing. Oh how I would love to reach out and touch those bumps. No one knows. No one should know. It’s my secret; my utopia. I share with no one.

If you are a perky person, you are upbeat, lively and positive. A perky friend would be the one who’s always up for games and activities and constantly declaring, “Hey guys, this is fun!”

Perky is an adjective traditionally used to describe women or girls, like its synonym bubbly. Perky people tend to have lots of energy. They’re always smiling and have a generally cheerful disposition. The enthusiasm of perky can be contagious — soon, you’ll also be perky also.

A guy with a camera spoke: “Take of those tops. Show me your tits.” I felt my mom leaning forward a bit. She was

reaching around back to undo her top strap. Her top was loose, hanging on her breasts. She grabbed the top with her hand, pulled it off her nipples and threw it to the beach. 
Then she turned her head towards me and stared down at 
my breasts. "Your turn honey."

None of my friends had a mom who looked like mine. Her breasts, were bigger than mine, were still very sexy. Whenever I asked her why her breasts  got real big, she always laughed "Just lucky, I guess."

We started down the beach past all my favorite gawkers... that day they would get a double treat. As we went by them, they behaved predictably: stares, stopped conversations, and more 
stares. My mom and I joked about the attention we were 
getting, but I noticed a little tension in her voice. I 
always got a bit sexually aroused when I did my 
exhibition walks, but this time my nipples poked through my suit. Having my mom on display with me was really exciting for me and I was very aroused. I 
wondered if it excited her, too?

Miss Jennifer had a fondness for bustiers with lace and satin. She would wear them underneat her dresses.  I got her gown off, I saw her pink bustier with attached pink stockings.  told me that
she was going to take me shopping for a gown. She also told me that
before I would be allowed to meet them, I was to visit a lingerie
boutique on the east side and purchase an pink satin corset. Jennifer
became even more specific! I was to walk into the boutique with my
high heels and stockings

The day started out pretty normal. Late in the morning I was tanning when a woman came up to me. She was in a bikini, but also had a shirt on over it. I don't why somr women always wore some kind of a cover-up when they walked around. Her body was great and she had beautiful blonde hair. The guys looked at her even when she wore a cover-up and I 
could only imagine the attention she would get if she 
paraded around in just her bikini like I did.

With my newfound confidence, I was parading around 
everywhere in my bikini. In fact, I liked the attention that new red bikini got 

me. My friends had picked it out, saying it really 
showed off my "breasts" as they liked to say. It 
did, too. There wasn't much of it and, even though my 
breasts were still small, it did a great job of 
making them look perky. Also, the material was thin so 
that people could see my nipples, especially if I was 
just coming out of the water. 

That was the first year I remember walking around in a bikini without being self-conscious. I even wore it to the lodge where I hung around with other kids, playing video games. Of course the boys my age were checking me out, but that was the first summer I remember older boys and even men staring at me. 

I used to plan my walks around and through the beach cabins in a way that got me in front of as many males as
possible. Knowing they were watching me was exciting and
I had a lot of fun with the attention I was getting. I especially loved it when married guys sitting out with
their wives would stare at me. I always tried to give them a bit of an extra show, right in front of their
wives. Being a hottie in a tiny red
bikini had its advantages, and I sensed the wives knew it.

After a few minutes I spotted something red in a meadow. The sight of her dressed in white high heels, sheer white stockings, red garters, red thong lace panties and a red bra that hid her too small  endowments!

Out of the blue,she walked up to me and stopped a few feet from me. "You like?" she asked as she pirouetted around 
in a circle.

"Hell yeah, I like!" I replied!

The white bustier and white stockings dropped to the ground all the while looking right in my eyes and smiling. Then she opened her mouth and started to lick her lips!

"Does this outfit turn you on? Do you like the way it looks?" she asked?

"YOU turn me on," I replied. "And I love the way YOU look in that outfit!"

Her eyes locked on mine and then slowly, deliberately she lowered her gaze. "I can see just how much you like it!" she 
said in a low sexy voice. Her gaze didn't waver as she slowly slid to her knees between my legs. I watched this gorgeous woman kneel before me.

Oh my god. There she was wearing a white lace strapless bustier with white 
garters, white see-through stockings and a white g-string. And she was inviting 
me to....

I found my eyes wandering down her body. Lingering on those perfect breasts, past her flat tummy and down to legs that seemed to go on forever. I forced myself to return my gaze to her eyes. Her incredible inviting eyes. She smiled at 
me.

"See anything you like?" she said, the double entendre obvious in her voice.

"Well yes, I do," I said with a grin of my own.