This story was inspired by a real event described to me by a friend. The setting is real, the bikinis are real and some of the events are real but there are some elements of fantasy. Perhaps the dream will become more of a reality on a subsequent trip...
I was away on a work trip. The meetings were concentrated in one day but it was a nice place so I stayed an extra day and over the weekend and my partner joined me for some of the trip. The hotel I was in was really nicely appointed and had a great pool and spa facility. I knew this before I went so I'd packed a couple of Wicked Weasel bikinis as well as a dress or two for the evenings. I didn't expect any of my colleagues to stay so after the dinner following the first meeting sessions, I knew I'd be on my own for at least 1 day and evening before my partner could quit his work and travel to meet me.
We'd been discussing for a while that he would like me to be more adventurous and daring, not just for this trip but in general. When we'd been on vacation, we'd taken photoshoots in Wicked Weasel and MicroMinimus bikinis and I'd gradually become used to the smaller and see-through designs. Occasionally, people had watched me posing for pictures and I'd been nervous of them at first, but then simultaneously excited and stimulated by the thought of me being seen by interested onlookers. My partner said it showed in the photos, that I became more alive when someone was watching. It was true and I definitely got more excited when a voyeur saw some of the shoot. I would pose more aggressively, show a lot more of my boobs and sometimes my pussy and ass and I would definitely get turned on - so much so that it was difficult to hold me back from fucking my photographer partner right there in front of the viewer. We always looked forward to the comments I got afterwards, to see if the MM members noticed and 'favourited' the pictures which were special to me.
I dressed conservatively for the dinner with colleagues; still sexy but not WW-revealing sexy. But I couldn't resist wearing WW lingerie underneath which put me in the right mood to let my hair down a bit and start to feel almost as daring as my date-nights. Next day was a glorious day. I said my goodbyes to departing work-mates and I called my partner to tell him what I was planning for my relaxation. I told him about the spa and pool and he encouraged me to show off a little; "That's why you packed your WW bikinis anyway wasn't it," he said. The Weasels definitely came out for that! The pool had an outdoor and an indoor element so was perfect to warm up in and get used to being in my tiny bikinis.
For the morning, I wore a blue tri-top bikini with a triangle back 449 bottom. Not my most revealing micro bikini but I still got some nice looks from fellow guests and the pool attendant. I could feel the eyes on me as I walked to a lounger at the far end of the pool. I put on my shades and played it cool as I read my book and drank my sparkling water, making sure I noticed who was walking by most often or trying to catch a glimpse of me as I tanned a little. When I swam in the pool to cool off, I knew my nipples had stiffened with the cool air on them once I got out and I knew they would be clearly visible even in this relatively modest bikini. I got a lot of looks as I walked back to my lounger and wasn't shy in showing off as I towelled my hair dry.
The morning session confirmed my feelings; I enjoyed - no, loved the attention. Even without my partner there, I hadn't felt at all nervous but had some of that buzz of adrenalin as I knew how good I looked in my WW by the amount of looks I got from the younger guys around the pool. I was older than most of them, by a good few years, so it was very encouraging and rewarding to be thought of as worthy of more than a quick dismissive glance. I'm tall but with a naturally curvy figure and my back is smaller than it looks so my boobs can look - well, on the large side - but I try to stay in shape and I hoped I looked at least my age if not a bit younger. OK, yes, I fit the description of a MILF I suppose! At least that gave me licence to check out the hot young guys in their tight Speedos. The more the guys checked me out and the more I got to see them, the more excited I could feel myself getting. My nipples were energised and I was sure that my pussy wasn't ignoring the signals. Any of the guys looking could see my breasts riding high and I tugged the bikini bottoms a little tighter.
I could hear my partner in my ear - or was it that little devil on my shoulder? - telling me that I was still being too cautious and could go for the more revealing bikini I'd brought with me. I went up to change and realised when I unpacked that my partner must have switched my skimpy micro for the "Oh no there's no hiding place" tiny and see-through supermicro black tie side thong and matching "Too small really, you'll overflow" micromesh top. I tried it on and there was no way I could hide my nipples. If anyone was close enough, there was plenty more to see as well.
I was cross at first and nearly stayed in the blue outfit from the morning. Then the devil reappeared and I thought "Well, he did say I should show off. I'll show him. More adventurous eh?" I went down to the pool again in the hotel's towelling robe and went to my chosen sunbed. I looked around and it wasn't too crowded, not many folk around so I felt almost disappointed. Anyway, the robe came off, I lotioned up and lay back down. I must have fallen asleep - lunch does that to me - but was aware as I came to that there was a bit more noise and sounds of splashing in the pool. I lifted my head and saw that there were a lot more people there now. Some couples but still more men and a pretty mixed age range - although still mostly a younger crowd. As my eyes adjusted better, I could see that there were a few guys who were definitely taking an interest in me and what I was almost wearing. I felt the tingle. Oh wow, yes, I felt the tingle!
I turned over - it wouldn't be fair not to let them see my bum would it - and had a chuckle to myself. I needed to get some sun on my buns anyway. I was facing away from the pool so I couldn't see, but I could tell from the footfalls and the way the shadows fell that a number of people were walking past me. A couple of guys even lingered behind me for a while and were chatting although I couldn't hear what they were saying. Even if they were just talking about the weather, in my head they were checking me out and appreciating my WW almost-covered ass. It made me really pleased that I'd been daring enough and would have a good tale to tell my partner.
After a while, a pool bar waiter came over and asked what I wanted to drink. "Scuse me," I said, "I didn't call you."
"No, no, madam," he replied, "But there's a gentleman over there who asked me to get something for you. Says you've made his day a lot brighter."
I ordered a margarita and turned over to sit up and drink it, nodding to the man opposite who'd been so kind. He was sat on his own, not one of the crowd. He looked in very good shape. About 30, looked taller than me, good physique and with longer-than-corporate blonde hair. He half-saluted me and smiled broadly. He stayed where he was for a while, then came over to chat - and of course to get closer to see the "nothing there" bikini close up! Cheeky man! But that got my dare level up and I wasn't complaining. I had someone really good to look at while he was checking me out; muscled without being a jock, lightly tanned and a very handsome face. We chatted a bit and he was very polite, looking at my eyes and not just my boobs when he talked. He was definitely close enough to see the transparent qualities of the micromesh fabric and I felt myself consciously showing him all the details as I sat upright and put my feet on the pool-side. I adjusted the bikini a bit - not that it could possibly have shown anymore as the panels were almost totally see-through - but just as a way of touching myself and letting him see me touching myself and making it absolutely clear that I wasn't hiding anything. I felt so sexy and horny!
He complimented me on the bikini and my body, warned me in case I wasn't aware of the strength of the sun, all in a way which was warm and friendly and not just a set of cheap pick-up lines. I was impressed. I checked him out as well, of course. He had an impressive bulge in his trunks and as we chatted and as I tweaked my bikini, I saw that he reacted. He made no attempt to cross his legs or turn away, in fact, he seemed quite proud that his manhood was growing in response to me display and had a wicked grin on his face. His package took on a nice shape. Nice bulges where his ball-sac was and a swollen vegetable root at an angle up the side of his pelvis. Difficult to tell beneath the black cloth of his bathers, but the length and girth was at least as big as I'm used to. I could feel myself swelling and juicing up.
He was obviously a regular at the hotel and knew all the best places to eat and chill out. Before he left, he recommended the sauna as a way to round off the day and asked if I would join him for dinner - I didn't want to completely disappoint him as he'd been so kind, but suggested a rain-check, then, asked if he'd take a photo of me enjoying my drink in the bikini so I could show my partner - just to send a hint that I was spoken for.
To his credit, he didn't bat an eyelid. He took my phone, took a couple of shots from different angles and directed me to pose in a couple of positions which I was pretty sure showed my boobs and the thong in a very revealing light. Not quite like the feeling of my MM galleries but I was getting close. I pulled my bikini top to one side to let him see my bare breasts and pointed nipples and even did a couple of poses with my hand over my pussy. I really was feeling bold and naughty! He snapped away and focussed in on me, then handed me the phone back and waved goodbye. I smiled as he struggled to adjust his trunks as he stood; I was super-pleased with myself and duly sent my partner the pictures, adding text which asked him whether this was daring enough and telling him I was heading to the sauna later.
His reply was priceless - a series of asterisks and "Wow!"s. And a "Is your slutty side coming out to play?" Said in a jokey way but when I quizzed him, he said he wasn't jealous in any way. I told him about the guy who'd been chatting to me and taken the photographs and that he'd suggested a sauna before joining me at dinner. My partner sensed how excited I'd been when I told him all this and told me I should enjoy the time before he could join me. He gave me a full release to flirt and play so I had no choice but to do it now. I went to the sauna to check it out and found it empty. There was a prominent sign on the door outlining the rules of the sauna; use of hotel towels compulsory, no horseplay, no this, no that; but significantly, "Sauna is a European tradition and in the spirit of that tradition, costumes are not to be worn in the sauna." I was sufficiently energised by the day that I didn't need the costume to be excited now.
