She stepped off of the bus and scanned the crowd. She spotted his tall form easily above the crowd, his smiling face beaming at her from across the depot. She ran to him for a big hug! He easily lifted her off her feet and gave her an enormous bear hug!
"So glad to see you," he murmured into her ear. "You look great."
"Put me down, Silly," she scolded him. "My skirt will ride up!" He set her down quickly and held her at arm's length. His eyes swept up and down and his mouth curled in a small smile. She wore a tight white tee shirt with a swooping neckline and a short denim skirt. "Hey! Your thoughts are written all over your face, Mister," she laughed.
"I knew there was a good reason I don't play poker," he returned as he offered his arm to her and they went to collect her bags from under the bus. They had been friends for a very long time, and had flirted harmlessly over the internet for years, but this would be her first time visiting him. He usually made the long journey to her home town. He bent to look in the luggage compartment.
"The trick with baggage is that everyone has it..." he began.
"You just have to find a matched set!" she finished and they laughed easily, as if no time had passed since they were last in each other's company. They found her bags and he insisted on carrying all of them. He was perhaps the last gentleman, she thought wistfully. His truck was parked not far from the depot; he set her bags in the back and moved to unlock her door first. She stood so that he had to get very close to her to get to the lock. She decided not to move out of the way and see what would happen. He looked at her quizzically for a moment, arched his eyebrow, and pressed against her to open the door. Smirking he pulled the door open and made way for her to get in. She grinned at her saucy behavior and jumped into the seat.
"Are you in?" he inquired mildly. She nodded and he firmly closed the door. He went around the truck and she took a moment to remember how good his body had felt pressed against her. God! She had only been with him for five minutes and she was already excited!
He got into his seat and enquired "Where to first, M'lady?"
"Well, as you know, I am going to Mexico this winter, and I thought that since I am in the big city I should get a few things for the trip," she suggested.
"Say no more," he said, starting his truck. He drove her through the large city that he had moved to several years ago from his small town. They made easy and light conversation as they went. She was pleased by how comfortable she always felt around him. His presence just made her feel so safe and, well, attended to. He had an easy wit, and she was amused at how attractive she found him.
He was very sweet when they got to the shopping centre. He trailed along behind her through store after store, offering opinions and carrying bags for her. He seemed so proper after his initial cheeky behavior at the depot that she began to wonder if she had imagined it. No problem she thought, she had a plan.
"The Strawberry Bikini Emporium," he read the unlikely name aloud and gave her a sideways glance.
"I need a male's opinion," she claimed. "Come on!"
She browsed through the racks, trying to gage his reactions to her choices from the corner of her eye. He seemed to like bright colors best. She picked a few different cuts, including one she would never wear in public.
"I need to try these on," she announced. "Wait outside in case I need another size or something."
Again he arched his eyebrow and smirked at her, but dutifully, he followed her to the change room, bikinis in tow.
She got inside the small change room and looked in the mirror. She was pleased with her figure. She didn't think her body was perfect, but what girl does, she thought. She had an hourglass figure and men seemed to like her. She wondered if her old friend would like it too.
"Do you know what you are doing?" she asked herself as she looked into her own eyes. She had to admit that no, she didn't, but a tingling down below made her ignore her misgivings. She pulled her tee over her head and shimmied out of her skirt. She reached back and undid her bra. She rubbed her nipples and gave them a tug, feeling them harden. All the better to model a bikini, she thought. She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She loved the way her careful trimming made her pussy look. She had a nice mound with a neat landing strip. She often shaved it completely, but had opted for a 'more conservative look'. She giggled aloud at her thoughts.
"Everything okay in there?" his voice sailed over the door to the change room.
"Just fine," she assured him and hastened towards her first choice to try on. It was a relatively conservative two piece with full coverage of her ass and triangles to cover her breasts. However he had pointed it out because it had Hot Rod flames on it. He had muttered something about Von Dutch.
She stepped into the bottoms and pulled them up, then tied the top around her back and neck. She smiled to herself as she turned to open the door. She thought she looked like a motorcycle chick!
"You would look great in that on the back of my bike!" he exclaimed as she came into view. His eyes were bright and he clearly liked what he saw as she capered and turned in the small change room. He was tall, but she was surprised to find that he was also wide enough to effectively block the view from the store. His smile combined with her new observations made her bold, and she mocked riding a motorcycle and revving the throttle suggestively at him. He laughed out loud.
"It is very nice, Hot Wheels, what else do you have?" She revved at him once more and he laughed and closed the door. She smiled to herself and looked at the next suit she had picked. It was a smaller suit in a leopard print. She thought it was a little silly, but, as he had said when she lifted it off the rack, the classics never go out of style. She put the hot rod suit on the maybe pile.
The leopard suit was smaller than the last one, for certain. The bottoms were very high cut at the sides for one thing, and they only covered maybe two-thirds of her ass. She turned to check it out in the mirror. She wondered if he would like her ass. He had seemed appreciative so far, so she shrugged and untangled the strings that made up most of the top. She got it tied in place, adopted what she thought of as her angry kitty pose, with claws extended and called sweetly "Ready,"
He opened the door and peeked around and jumped back slightly as she hissed and brandished her brightly painted nails at him!
"Easy kitty," he smiled when he got a look at her, "Or you will have to sleep outside tonight!"
"Oh no!" she became very conciliatory, rubbing her face on his chest like an affectionate kitten. "Not that!" She liked her 'paws' and purred. She looked up at him and noticed he was studying her ass in the mirror. He swallowed hard and looked down at her. She noticed fire in his eyes for only a moment before he got back under control and laughed again.
"You are incorrigible," he exclaimed with a smile and shut the door. She was actually glad he had not lingered, because the fire in his eyes had sent a shock through her system directly to her pussy! She leaned against the door for a second feeling her lips moisten. It was a good thing the bottoms were lined she thought wryly.
She got out of the suit more slowly, reflecting on her body's reaction. She had enjoyed the suit, but put it on the reject pile; she could never wear something so cheesy in public! She noticed her nipples were quite hard and no longer needed to be tweaked to stand out. Want and need are two different things she reminded herself as pressed her palms against her breasts and squeezed her thighs together.
The next suit looked like a bikini wet suit. It even came with a plastic dive knife to strap to her thigh! It was black and red; with low cut bottoms that showed off her rounded hip quite well. In the mirror the bottoms just barely came up enough in the back to cover the crack of her ass. With a naughty gleam in her eye she pulled them down enough to show a quarter inch of the line between her choice cheeks, and called him to look. As he pulled open the door she struck a pose, her back to him, hip thrust strongly to one side, looking over her shoulder. She had the strap on her thigh, but the toy knife was hidden from his view in her hand.
"A fine day for a swim, no Mr. Bond?" she said in her best Russian accent, noting his appreciative grin. Suddenly she spun towards him, pretending to lash out with the toy knife! Before she could blink he had her arm pinned behind her body, which was pressed very tightly against him! She was up on her tip toes wincing slightly at the pressure on her arm.
"I forgot about your training," she whispered as he let her go. She went down on her heels but stayed pressed against him, smiling shyly up at him.
"I am sorry about that," he murmured, genuinely embarrassed. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest.
"I'm sorry too," she inhaled deeply, enjoying his manly scent. Suddenly she realized she could feel his hardening penis pressed against her belly! She gave a secret smile, wiggled back and forth a few times and stepped back into another pose. "What do you think of my suit, Mr. Bond?" she asked, back in character.
"You make it look good, Natasha," he drawled while eyeing her up and down. "Now hurry up, I am getting hungry,"
