the bikini (c) 1994 pat lewis it was located right next to a hardware store that always had whatever
nut or bolt, pin or gadget i needed, as well as clerks who seemed to know all the intricacies of whatever had failed in the old house i rented. i didn't really notice it until one day there were no parking spaces available on the street in front of the hardware store and i had to park in the lot beside the block of stores. walking down the sidewalk, i glanced in the big display window and was quite taken aback by the contents: skimpy bikinis, lace teddies and filmy nightgowns adorned mannequins standing between offerings of more exotic items such as sheer panties, bras with the cups cut away, g-strings and shiny gold pasties. embarrassed, i looked away quickly and hurried on to the hardware store. i forget what i had gone to buy that day, but i remember that my mind kept going back to the contents of that display window, and i wandered around the store longer than necessary before finally paying for the odds and ends i had picked up. i headed back towards my car, eyes darting involuntarily to the right as i passed the window, footsteps slowing as i drew abreast and took in further details: sheer stockings, some with seams like those from the forties; garter belts, of course, and even a chastity belt! what a peculiar place, i told myself as i unlocked my car and slid behind the wheel. who on earth would buy that sort of thing? some of the bathing suits had looked kind of cute, though i had been toying with the idea of buying a bikini for almost a year now, trying to work up my courage. i tried to imagine what the shiny gold-colored one would look like on me. or maybe that black one? i wondered if i should go in and take a closer look - this place seemed as though the prices might be reasonable; they certainly weren't located in the high rent district! i tossed my package on the passenger seat and bit my lip. it wouldn't hurt to just go and check the prices; if i could find something cheap enough, i might buy it just to see what it felt like to wear a bikini. i could wear it around the house to see if i liked it before going to the beach and if i didn't, well, i wouldn't be out much money. it all seemed quite logical and reasonable, but i wondered why my cheeks were burning as i locked the car and made my way back to the little shop. opening the door, i stepped in to a cluttered collection of racks and display tables. i noticed that most of the
mannequins were missing hands and even heads in some cases. a large woman with bleached blonde hair stepped from behind a counter in the back and walked up to me - she was almost my height but quite a bit heavier. "anything i can help you with?" she asked in a bored tone. "i, uh, was looking at your bathing suits in the window. how much is that gold one?" she glanced over at it and replied, "it's nineteen ninety-five," in the same weary voice. my eyebrows raised in surprise - that was less than half what the big shops in the mall charged. she caught my look and explained, "we're a factory outlet, so our prices are close to cost - there's a tremendous markup on clothing, you know. most of the other bikinis here are only fourteen ninety-five, and you can pick out the top and bottom separately, in case your bust is a lot bigger or smaller than your hips. most places make you buy the set in one size, and it doesn't work well for some women." i was impressed - at those prices, i could afford to buy one without feeling too guilty about the expense! i took the plunge. "well, maybe i'll try that black one over there." she walked to the rack. "what's your bra size, dear?" "i'm, uh, kind of in-between. it's really thirty-seven b, so i usually buy a thirty-eight," i said hesitantly. her eyes looked me over, and she reached out and selected a top from the rack. "you've got a little leeway with these," she explained. "try a thirty-six first - that way you can kind of bulge out a little, if you know what i mean. hip size?" "thirty-eight," i told her meekly. i really didn't want to bulge, exactly, but i'd try it her way first. she selected a bottom and began walking to the back of the store. i followed slowly, taking in the other items on display. it was really quite a collection. we reached the back of the store and she led the way into the fitting room. "you'll have to wear your panties when you try it on," she said. "i'm sorry, but it's a state law." i hadn't thought of that. i was wearing pantyhose, the kind with the panty sort of built in. well, i could get the general idea of what the suit would look like, anyway. i entered a cubicle and she stepped in with me, drawing the curtain behind her. what was this? did she intend to stay in here with me? i hesitated and looked at the curtain until she seemed to get the hint. "would you rather i waited outside?" she asked. i nodded and she smiled, then stepped back through the curtain. alone, i unbuttoned my dress and hung it on the wall hook followed by my brassiere. i put on the top of the suit, bending over to adjust my breasts in the cups. stepping into the bottom, i worked it up and
settled it on my hips - it was even smaller than i had expected, the waistband riding just over my hip bones well below the top of my pantyhose. i looked around for a mirror and realized that there was none in the cubicle; i'd have to go out into the main area of the fitting room. should i take off my shoes or leave them on? on, i decided - why risk a run in my hose? i felt decidedly silly wearing the bikini over my pantyhose as i stepped out and faced the mirror, and my reflection confirmed it. the clerk picked that moment to walk back in, making me feel even worse. "well? what do you think?" she asked. "rather difficult to get the feel of how it will look that way, though, isn't it?" i felt the heat in my cheeks again as i nodded agreement. "do you, er, have any panties that would fit under it without showing? maybe i could buy a pair - i mean, i would buy them, whether i bought the suit or not. would that be okay?" "of course," she said agreeably. "we have several styles of bikini panties that would be smaller than the suit. in fact, the style i'm wearing now would be about right - i'll get you a pair, just hold on a minute." she returned in a minute carrying a wisp of black lace, which she handed to me with a flourish. "try these - i think you'll like them." back in my cubicle, i regarded the sheer black panties curiously - was the clerk really wearing a pair like this? well, she probably got them at a discount. i took off my hose and put on the black panties - they were completely see-through except for an opaque heart-shaped area in the front, and had a tiny red bow tacked on to the waistband! i wondered how they looked, but was too shy to walk out and look in the mirror in case the clerk was still there, so i put the bikini bottom back on over them. the fitting area was empty when i walked back out, and i had time to study myself in the mirror. my pale skin was stark against the black bikini, and a faint red mark circled my waist from the elastic top of the pantyhose. the bra of the suit was quite low-cut, exposing the valley between my breasts, and i could see the faint outline of my nipples through the thin fabric. the bottom rode so low it felt like it was about to slip off! i walked around a little to test it, but it stayed in place. it gave me a peculiar feeling to wear it; i was selfconscious, of course, but there was more to it than that. i was in the process of peering over my shoulder to see how it looked from the back when the clerk walked in carrying the gold suit i had first asked about. "very attractive," she said with a smile. "the size looks about right - how does it feel?"
"funny," i admitted. "i've never worn one before; i guess it takes a little getting used to." "well, you have the figure for it, anyway. i'm a little too heavy, myself although that doesn't stop me!" she gave a little giggle, then held out the gold bikini. "i brought this one, if you want to try it." why not, i thought. taking the suit from her, i went back into the curtained cubicle. she remained outside, but kept talking. "i keep saying i'm going to lose some weight, but i never seem to manage it. well, thank goodness some people like their women 'pleasingly plump!'" the top of this suit was more like an underwire bra, the cups stiffened to lift and separate, pushing my breasts up; i had never worn anything remotely like it! a trip to the mirror was like seeing the cover of some girlie magazine: the gold suit made my dishwater blonde hair seem brighter, and the half exposed mounds of my breasts quivered slightly as i walked. all i needed was a pair of gold high heels and maybe a pair of fishnet tights, and i was ready to step into a chorus line! the clerk was amused by my awed expression. "it affects most people like that," she confided. "i've always been tempted to see how it would look with a pair of those gold pasties we sell, but i've never tried it. how do you like it?" "well, it's rather . . . overwhelming. i mean, it's a bit more . . . showy than i had in mind." turning, i studied my profile; vanity made me suck in my stomach a little. "when you get more of a tan, you might want to try a white suit we just got in - very dramatic." she looked at me for a moment. "with those green eyes, i wonder how you'd look in a kelley green suit; would you like to try one on?" "sure, why not? might as well make it even harder to decide." she smiled and walked out into the store; i hesitated, then stepped into the doorway, looking around at the other clothes on display. a man walking down the sidewalk paused to peer in the window, and i started to step back into the dressing room. something made me hesitate, watching the man as he nervously scanned the lingerie on display. gingerly, i took another step into the store; the movement caught the man's eye and he glanced up at me. i saw his eyes widen in surprise and hastily lowered my own. strangely, it felt good to know he was looking at me and i took another step or two into the aisle, heart pounding. the sound of the clerk's voice made me jump - i had totally forgotten about her! i quickly picked up the first thing at hand - a pair of dark stockings with seams - and pretended i had been examining them all along. "how much are these?" i stammered. "six-fifty a pair, but they're real silk, which is almost impossible to find
now days. we also have them in nylon for two-fifty. would you like a pair?" "uh, maybe later." i risked a hurried glance at the window; the man was still there, all right, and still looking at me. the clerk's eyes followed mine, and a knowing smile came to her face. i followed her into the fitting room and she handed me one of the green bikinis she was carrying. "we had two shades of green," she was saying, "but i think this one matches your coloring better. it's also a little more revealing than the other one, but i brought both so you could decide for yourself." she kept on talking, showing no intention of leaving this time, so i reluctantly decided to go ahead and change in front of her. her voice seemed to hesitate as i turned my back and slipped off the gold bra and replaced it with the green one. bending over to step out of the bikini bottom, i flushed as i remembered that the back of the black panties was completely sheer. the green suit did look nice on me although it was, as she'd said, quite revealing; the bra cups were similar to those on the gold suit and the bottom barely covered the black panties. as i posed in front of the mirror, the thought kept nibbling at the edges of my mind: i wonder if that man is still watching outside? it seemed unlikely, but i edged towards the door to the shop proper. "um, could i just wear it for a few minutes to kind of get the feel a bit? maybe i could look at some of your other stuff." "certainly," said the blonde and i moved out into the store once more. the man was no longer at the window, and i felt a little pang of regret - silly under the circumstances, i suppose. i listened with half an ear as she told me about various items, until finally something caught my attention. she was asking if i had a garter belt for the stockings. it took me a moment to remember that i had pretended to be interested in a pair earlier. i admitted that, no, i usually wore pantyhose, and examined the black garter belt she offered to me; i had never worn one, and decided it might be fun - the price was low, so i told her i'd take it, but my attention was still on the window. perversely, for someone as habitually modest as i was, i kept hoping someone else would look in and see me in my tiny green bikini. now she held up a black lace bra. "you might like this to, er, complete your outfit, if you don't already have one. or, if you want to be more daring. . ." she held up one of the bras i had noticed earlier, the kind with the front of both cups missing. i was curious. "why would you want to wear something like that," i asked her. "well, it's for the woman who wants the braless look, but still needs a little support," she explained. "i have one myself, and they're quite comfortable. would you like to try it?"
intrigued in spite of myself, i almost agreed, but selected a lacy black underwire model instead. she led the way back to the fitting room, picking up a pair of stockings as we passed the counter. inside, she made no effort to draw the curtain or to leave, and for my part, i wasn't quite as reluctant as i had been earlier to take off the bikini top in front of her. i tried on the black bra and bent over to settle myself in the padded cups. "it feels funny," i told her. "wait until you see how it looks under a low-cut blouse," she advised. "here, put on the rest so you can see how it looks together." i took off the bikini bottom and put on the garter belt, then sat down to pull on the stockings. she had brought the silk pair, smoky black with seams down the back, and the sheer delicate fabric felt nice as it slid over my bare legs. i started to hook on one of the garters. "you should run them under your panties, not over," she told me. i must have looked puzzled, because she continued, "that way, you can take off your panties without having to unhook the garters first." "why - what difference does it make?" laughing, she explained. "for purposes of seduction, dear! it's also handy when you have to go to the bathroom, of course." i blushed, but complied. i had a little trouble with the rear garters, and she leaned over to help me; her fingers seemed hot against my skin where they touched. stepping into my shoes, i realized how silly the beige shoes with the short queen anne heels i affected because of my height looked with the slinky, sexy underwear; i needed a pair of black spike heels, and the hell with all the people it made me taller than! i mentioned it to the clerk, and she went into the back room to see if they had them in my size - 9 b - while i stood in front of the mirror, mesmerized. it was like seeing a different person who only bore a passing resemblance to me. i peeked around the edge of the door - no one in the shop. i leaned forward more so that i could see the front window: no one outside, either. i had smoked marijuana once in college, just to see what all the fuss was about. what i felt now was strangely similar; i was dissociated, outside myself watching with mild interest as i took another step forward, out into the shop. standing in full view of the window, i found myself hoping furiously that someone would walk by and look in; i wanted someone, anyone, to see me like this, wanted to see the expression on their face when they did! a noise from the back room made me remember the clerk, and i barely had time to duck back into the fitting room before she appeared, shoe box in hand. i could feel the heat in my cheeks again and knew i must be one solid blush from head to toe. "we only had one pair in your size, but they were in black velvet; most women
your size don't want tall heels. sit down and we'll see how they fit." she knelt in front of me and produced a shoe horn; the black pumps were snug, and she held my ankle as she worked each one on. as before, her fingers felt hot, and her firm grip was strangely exciting. i shook my head to clear it, then stood up a bit hesitantly on the high spike heels. the mirror reflected my awkwardness, and i took a few steps to get the feel of them. a look over my shoulder revealed that the tall heels had changed the appearance of my legs considerably, accenting the shape of my calves and slimming my ankles; the overall effect was rather attractive, i decided. my budget was suddenly the farthest thing from my mind. "i'll take it!" i exclaimed. "i'll take everything!" she smiled and shook her head. "it does look nice on you. the black hose and high heels are quite sexy." "no one's ever told me i looked sexy before," i mumbled in amazement. "thank you." "huh! they must have been blind, then - what's your name, anyway?" "carolyn. carolyn land." "well, carolyn, i think you look very sexy, indeed. i'm rena, by the way. what else can i show you today? you seem to be on a roll; might as well take advantage of it!" "no, i'd better quit while i'm ahead. but i'll probably be back, though. and i'll be sure and ask for you, rena." "good. sure you don't want to look for anything else?" i had stepped into the cubicle and reached behind me to take off the bra. i was still feeling a little bit giddy, and hesitant to end the interlude; my fingers paused on the hooks before finally unfastening them and slipping it off. i straightened and turned to face her, acutely aware of my bare breasts although neither of us looked directly at them. "maybe i could look at those other bras before i decide," i said in a small voice, "if you don't mind." "no problem," she said and walked toward the door. i took a deep breath and followed her, heart pounding. the sound of my heels made her turn and glance back at me quizzically, but she didn't say anything as we emerged into the shop. i followed her to the rack containing the bras, my breasts bouncing in time to my steps as my high heels hit the hard floor. a couple passed the window without pausing; i didn't know whether to be grateful or disappointed. i was still almost drunk with excitement, not quite believing that i was really standing here less than ten feet from the big glass window in my underwear - and only half of that! rena was looking through the rack of bras; she still hadn't said anything, for which i was
grateful - if she had asked me what the hell i thought i was doing, i really wouldn't have known how to answer. could it be that she understood what i was feeling inside? not likely, since i wasn't sure myself. finally she turned, holding up one of the bras, and looked directly at me for the first time. "you have very nice breasts, carolyn; you could wear almost any one of these and look good in it, but i think this one might suit you." i took it from her, still not trusting myself to speak, and began putting it on; no mention was made of returning to the fitting room. motion behind me made me look out of the corner of my eye at the front window. he was back - the man who had been looking in earlier! my heart did flip-flops as i fumbled with the hooks of the black bra, which consisted of two half-cups, each with a pair of straps like an inverted "v" that joined the shoulder straps, leaving most of my breasts exposed. looking down, i saw that my nipples were quite hard and erect; perversely, i was pleased. "there's a mirror over there," said rena, pointing across the shop. her voice seemed a little higher-pitched than before. had she seen the man at the window? i turned slowly and walked over to stand in front of the mirror. it let me see the window without being obvious about it, and what i saw was utterly gratifying: the man stood there, staring at me as if mesmerized. i admit that my notions of what men like and don't like may be little fuzzy, but it seemed to me that he was definitely a man in the process of having some of his fantasies fulfilled. it was bizarre; i had certainly never let any of my infrequent boyfriends see me this way, so why on earth was i standing here posing for a complete stranger? oh, carolyn, i told myself, you've definitely got a screw loose somewhere! the funny thing was, i didn't really care: twenty-three years of inhibitions and modesty seemed to have disappeared in as many minutes, and i felt more alive than i ever had before. i was acutely aware of every inch of my body; the slight tightness of the new shoes, the tension they placed on the calves of my legs, the caress of the silk stockings. i felt the elastic of the garters as they hugged the curve of my bottom and the low waistband of the panties; the slings of the bra were like hands lifting my breasts, holding them up for inspection, and my nipples reacted immediately as the shop's air conditioner kicked on and tickled them with its cool breeze. sighing, i turned and started back to where rena was waiting. her eyes met mine before sliding sideways towards the front window. when she looked back, there was a big smile on her
face. "how does it feel?" she asked, and i wondered if the question was deliberately ambiguous. "fantastic!" i replied truthfully; it answered either question correctly. with my back to the window, i unhooked the bra and took it off, holding it up as if checking its construction. rena's hazel eyes flickered from me to the window and back again, telling me that my admirer was still there. i began walking back towards the fitting room, bra dangling from one hand as i inspected the shelves and racks. several times i turned partially to the side before continuing; enough to confirm that he was still watching and give him a quick glimpse of my bare breasts; enough to keep him waiting, hoping for more. why, i was becoming quite a tease, i realized with amazement! who would have ever thought it? we reached the fitting room door, and i stepped in briefly before turning and walking back to the counter as if i had suddenly remembered something. rena stood back with a smile as i picked up another pair of the silk stockings and held them up. turning to face the window head on, i sucked in my tummy and arched my back slightly, proudly thrusting out my breasts. look! i told him silently. take a good look, and i hope you've enjoyed yourself as much as i have today! *maybe start a new chapter, end here or go into a flashback? dropping the pair of stockings back on the counter, i disappeared into the fitting room, followed by a giggling rena. "oh, carolyn," she gasped. "you are really something else!" co-conspirators, we hugged each other fiercely, still giggling like schoolgirls. her soft breasts pressed against me, and the feel of my bare nipples against the sheer fabric of her blouse was unexpectedly pleasant. i was still on an emotional high, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world when she drew back slightly, then lifted her lips to mine. my first thought was only that my new high heels made me much taller than her, then the realization sank in: i was actually kissing another woman! her arms tightened as i attempted to draw back, and her lips were wet and insistent. my mind told me i should push her away, immediately, but my rebellious body, excited by the events of the past few minutes, wasn't quite so anxious to stop now. it had been a long while since the last time i had kissed anyone: my last boyfriend had been amiable and amorous enough but his technique had left a bit to be desired, and i was shocked to find that i was genuinely enjoying myself! rena was an accomplished kisser, all right, and when she did finally make as if to move away, i found myself reluctant to let her go. all my old inhibitions and taboos were taking a terrible
beating today; my lips still tingled from her kiss and my heaving breasts moved against hers disturbingly. her hands were resting on my waist and her warm fingers began to move over the swell of my hips, sliding back over the sheer fabric of my panties and cupping the firm mounds beneath in a possessive fashion. "you have a nice ass, carolyn," she whispered, squeezing lightly to emphasize her point. "it's so round and firm and bouncy - not flat like mine!" i hesitated, then moved my hands to gingerly explore rena's bottom. it felt pretty bouncy to me, and i told her so. "you're sweet," she said with a laugh and kissed me lightly once more. this time i was ready for her, though, and my lips were moving on hers as i surrendered myself to sensation. her hand had just lifted to explore my breast when we heard the tinkle of the bell over the front door. stepping apart, we faced each other warily. "i'll go see who it is," she said huskily, "and try to get rid of them!" i was closing the curtain of my cubicle when i heard her saying in a rather loud voice, "yes, sir - i thought i saw you outside earlier. what can i do for you today?" could it really be the same man? what was he doing in here? oh, no - could he be coming to complain, or say he'd called the cops? my heart beat faster; i strained but was unable to hear his reply. "something for your wife, perhaps? oh, i see - for a girlfriend, then." rena was still talking loudly, undoubtedly for my benefit. now i could hear the low rumble of the man's voice as he asked about the gold bikini in the window. gold bikini! my mind raced furiously; was he trying to subtly let us know he'd seen me earlier. did he really mean that he wanted to see me in the gold bikini again? their voices moved away, and i cautiously sneaked through the fitting room and peered around the edge of the doorway. rena was going through her spiel about the bikinis again for his benefit, but he kept glancing around as if looking for something. . . or somebody. good! i caught rena's attention while he was looking the other way and signaled her to bring him back towards the counter. i heard her say, "we have a catalog, if you'd like to look through that it's right back here at the counter." ducking back into the cubicle as their footsteps approached, i had a thought: my original plan had been to be posing in front of the mirror when he came back, but maybe i could. . . if i thought about it too long, i'd lose my nerve. peeking around the curtain, i saw they were standing by the counter, the man dividing his attention between the catalog and the fitting room
door. i took several deep breaths, then stripped off the black panties and drew the curtain aside. the click, clack of my heels made both of them turn around; it was hard to say who was more surprised, although rena knew i had been planning something. as nonchalantly as possible i walked out and stood in front of them, wearing only the garter belt, stockings and high heels. trying hard to keep my voice level, i said, "excuse me - i was just wondering if you had any of those panties in red?" rena's mouth dropped open, but after a second she nodded and reached behind the counter. i turned to the man and brushed back a strand of hair, then gave him my best smile. "i've never owned a pair of red panties before." i admired his composure; he barely hesitated before smiling back and saying, "well, neither have i!" the three of us laughed, and he let his eyes rove over me briefly before looking away; he obviously wasn't sure exactly how much looking he could get away with. "are you a model, then?" "oh, no - just a customer, the same as you." "well," he smiled, "not quite the same. do you, er, shop here often?" "oh, i buy all my clothes here - everything i have on, i bought from rena!" he laughed again. "you both have good taste, then - i really like your outfit!" "why, thank you. actually, this is my first time here, and the first time i've ever worn anything like this." "i can't believe that! you look so. . . so comfortable, uh, you know relaxed." it was true; here i was standing around in the nude, for all practical purposes, in front of two people i had never seen before and i felt - though certainly not relaxed comfortable, as he had said. i shook my head. "i don't pretend to understand it myself, but what the hell - i'm having the time of my life!" rena spoke for the first time since i had made my appearance, "she's telling the truth - she came in here not half an hour ago as meek as a mouse, and now look at her!" "i think i will, if you don't mind." he raised a quizzical eyebrow at me, wrinkling the skin around his clear blue eyes. "right now, i don't mind at all - but i warn you: any second now i may suddenly regain my lost modesty and go into a screaming fit, so be prepared!" "then i'd better look while the looking's good. why don't you turn around so i can see the other side?" i turned obligingly and took a few steps away, then stopped with one leg cocked and put a hand on my hip, trying to look like a model. "hey, gang - i don't want to break this up, but why don't we go into the fitting room, okay?
just in case someone less broad-minded than our friend here shows up." i walked obediently into the fitting room and regarded myself in the mirror as they followed. "i was just telling her earlier," said rena, "that she has a beautiful ass, and that garter belt is a perfect frame for it." "she does that," agreed our new friend. "and those long legs - wow!" i smiled. my mind was quite calm, and i began to wonder if it was the first symptom of insanity or something. well, they might lock me up later, but boy, was i enjoying myself now! "i'd be a gracious hostess and perform the introductions, but i'm afraid i don't know your name - mine's rena, as you probably heard." "mine's jim - jim ashton." i turned and extended my hand. "i'm carolyn land." "pleased to meet you, miss land - i can't tell you how pleased." "oh," i said casually, "you may call me carolyn." the pressure of his fingers echoed the intense look in his blue eyes, and he chuckled. "carolyn, then - and please call me jim." his gaze dropped to the brown-blonde curls between my legs and for the first time, i began to feel the awkwardness of the situation fully - where the hell did we go from here? * ? flashback here? rena seemed to appreciate the slight buildup of tension, because she smiled and said brightly, "i was teasing carolyn when she first came in, jim, about wearing that gold bikini with pasties instead of the regular top. at the time, of course, i never thought she'd do it, but now - well, i am kind of curious about how it would look. do you think we could talk her into it, between the two of us? as long as she promised not to leave it on too long!" he cocked his head to the side and grinned at me. "what do you say, carolyn? that gold bikini caught my eye the first time i passed by and saw you in it - i wouldn't mind seeing it again. like rena said, though, you can't leave it on too long - you're much too lovely to cover up, even with gold bikinis." "why thank you, kind sir! since you put it that way, how can i refuse?" "great! i'll go get the gold pasties." rena disappeared, and i sat down and bent over to slip off the high heels. jim came over and asked, "may i help you with that?" i nodded and he went down on one knee in front of me. his hands on my silkclad ankle felt even hotter than rena's had as he removed my shoes, then looked up with a twinkle in his eyes. "how do you unhook these garters? i've never done that before." "i haven't either, before today. i think you push down on this part and. . . there - like that." his touch on my thighs were disconcerting; i hadn't bargained for this, but it was too late to stop him now. he slowly slipped the stocking off, his palms sliding over my thigh and down my calf
before lifting to start on the other garters. i was glad i had remembered to shave my legs this morning. i realized with a start that the stocking removal operation had left my legs spread rather far apart, and that he was looking between them intently as his hands massaged the firm muscles of my calf. i really had no secrets from him now! rena came in then, and he reluctantly let go of my leg after one last pat and stood back up. i got to my feet, and it felt funny to be normal height again after wearing the tall heels. "hi, runt!" said jim. "you seem to have shrunk a bit, carolyn. standing in a hole?" "you just wait, jim ashton! how tall are you, anyway?" "i wish i could say six feet, but it's really just five-eleven and a half. how tall are you - or should i say how short are you?" "i'm five-seven, almost five-eight." "and those shoes you were wearing had four-inch heels," chimed in rena. "which adds up to almost six feet. man, am i glad for that 'and-a-half' otherwise you'd be taller than me!" "i may be - we'll check in a minute," i said as i stepped into the bikini bottom. oops - i had forgotten to put on my panties! well, i was buying the damned thing anyway, so what the heck. i turned and regarded the gold pasties in rena's hands suspiciously. "if you plan to glue those things on, you'd better tell me you've got glue remover or something handy, otherwise the deal's off!" she giggled and advanced on me, holding the golden cones like weapons. "we're gonna epoxy them on, carolyn!" "i can run home and get a soldering iron," jim offered helpfully. "you two have gone totally berserk," i squealed and backed up, placing my hands protectively over my poor threatened nipples. "what are you trying to do to me!" "i don't know about rena, but i know what i'd like to do to you, carolyn, and it doesn't involve a soldering iron!" "relax, honey," laughed rena. "dancers do use a special type of glue, so they won't fly off in the middle of their act, but we don't need to be so careful here. we can just moisten the area around your nipples and press them on - they'll stay put." i made a show of reluctantly lowering my hands. "well, okay - what are you going to use to moisten them with?" rena's hazel eyes gleamed wickedly. "gee, i don't know. got any suggestions, jim?" he looked puzzled. "water, i guess. got a drinking fountain nearby?" rena heaved a mock sigh. "you men are so inconsiderate! water from the fountain would be cold, right? how would you like someone putting ice-cold water on your nipples, jim? no, i've got a better idea." she handed him one of the pasties. "you take port, i'll take starboard," she
said, then stepped forward and lowered her head slowly until her lips touched my right breast. jim stood spellbound, watching as rena kissed my nipple, then teased it with her tongue. i sucked in my breath; i had already forgotten about our earlier kisses, but apparently rena hadn't. i had never allowed anyone to touch my breasts before, and the sensation of rena's warm tongue was almost too much to bear on the sensitive flesh. i raised both hands to her head to push her away, but ended up merely twining my fingers in her hair as i gasped for breath. jim needed no further encouragement; he leaned over and began kissing my left nipple as his hands kneaded and squeezed my breast. nothing in my previous experience had prepared me for this; i hadn't intended to go this far but, oh, it felt so good! i moved one hand from rena's blonde head to jim's black one. the smell of rena's musky perfume combined with the crisp masculine smell of jim's english leather after shave; his lips were hard and demanding, hers were soft and understanding. how could i be enjoying both? what was wrong with me? rena finally came up for air. "nice," she said complacently. "very nice." what could i say? the phrase my mother used after someone complimented her cooking glad you enjoyed it - didn't seem appropriate, somehow. jim reluctantly relinquished my other nipple, the port one, as rena had called it. "very nice indeed. could use a little salt and pepper, but overall, quite tasty. now, how do we attach these infernal things, rena?" "maybe you'd prefer tabasco sauce," i told him acidly. "i didn't know you were a gourmet!" "you're spicy enough without tabasco, little one." rena interrupted our byplay by attaching the pasty to my right breast. "you just squeeze it together, like this, and press it on, then let go - the suction should keep it on." jim tried it with no success. "maybe we need a little more moisture." he kissed my breast once more and tried again; this time the golden cone stayed put, and i walked gingerly over to the mirror, afraid to loosen them. "well, what do you think?" i asked, turning to face them. "rena was right - that's quite an outfit." "i told you so! how do you like it, carolyn?" "well, i can't quite see myself going to the beach this way, but it does look kind of neat," i admitted. "ready to go into your screaming fit yet?" jim asked with a grin. "no, not just yet. it still feels like a dream; i suppose i'll wake up soon and go get a book on freud from the library to find out what it all meant." "if it's a dream, i'd just as soon not wake up for a while - i'm enjoying it too much. we can find out, though." "ouch!" i reached back to rub my fanny where he had pinched it. "if you make
me black and blue, i'll never forgive you!" "i don't think you're dreaming, carolyn. let's try another test." he took me in his arms; i offered only token resistance, and soon his lips were fastened on my neck. "you feel real," he informed me. "and you smell real," i heard his muffled voice as he buried his face in my hair. "i'll bet you even taste real," he murmured as he lowered his lips over mine. *7238 words to this point*