I was on holiday on a Greek Island (which shall have to remain nameless for reasons best known to me) and my wife had gone with some friends of ours on a visit to some ruins on the other side of the island. Ruins do not interest me, so I'd opted to stay behind, even though it I knew it would be late when they arrived back.
Now the Greek Islands are well known for their lack of inhibitions when it comes to sunbathing, and almost every one boasts a nudist beach; although this story had nothing to do with that. As yet, that is.
Anyway, being a typical red-blooded male, I was walking along the beach when I saw a face which seemed familiar. I looked harder and saw to my surprise that it was Audrey and her friend June - neither of whom I'd seen since college days. Both of them were wearing extremely tiny bikinis, and I was certain that they were the kind they would never dream of wearing at home, they were so miniscule. In fact, when I turned to make certain that I was correct in recognising them - and they in turn recognised me - as they sat up from their horizontal position, Audrey's legs parted slightly and I could have sworn that the gusset was narrow enough to partially reveal her pussy lips! It was also immediately obvious that she was shaved down there too, or else the narrowness of the gusset would have allowed stray hairs to be on view. I hurriedly averted my eyes, although I was excited from what I saw, and looked them both straight in the face as we greeted one another.
Sitting beside them, I gathered as we chatted, that they had come to the Greek Islands each year together, their respective husbands staying at home playing golf, as they were not sunbathing types, I could not help noticing though, (again, I am a red-blooded male), that their tops seemed to be almost as minimal as the lower halves of their bikinis, and barely covered their nipples whilst allowing most of their breasts to be visible.
During the course of our conversation, I found out that their apartment was nearby, and they invited me to join them for a drink. Of course I was happy to take them up on this generous offer; it seemed only polite.
I could have easily have been embarrassed when we entered their apartment for neither of them had tidied everything away from when they had changed into their bikinis. A couple of bras and two pairs of tiny knickers lay strewn on the bed, although two white muslin dresses were carelessly slung over the backs of two chairs.
"Oh, dear!" laughed June, as she picked up the underwear from the bed. "I had better put these away before they embarrass you. After all, you have never seen our knickers before, have you?"
I grinned as I remembered one occasion when we were all at a college dance, and both of them had been wearing very short skirts, (as was the fashion at that time). On that occasion they'd both been quite exuberant in their dancing movements and their skirts had flown up from time to time to show their black lace knickers, which both of them seemed to favour then.
So, grinning as I spoke, I reminded them of the time I had watched them both eagerly as they'd displayed their next week's washing, saying how much I had enjoyed the incident and how I hadn't forgotten.
But these knickers were not the same kind that they had worn then. The knickers on display all over the apartment were little more than g-strings; wispy nylon, translucent, and positively sexy.
Tantalisingly June held them out in her hands, almost emphasising their flimsiness, as she asked me,
"Are these sexier, then?"
Audrey was almost peeing herself with laughter at June's attempts to embarrass me, but went a little further in her own attempt by saying,
"But they are even sexier when they are actually on. Wouldn't you agree?"
Since we had always been fairly forthright in the past now was not the time to change that, so I replied, in the same spirit that she had used,
"How could I agree if I can't see them like that?"
Audrey and June exchanged looks, and then laughed again.
"All right!" said Audrey. "You win this round. But we will need some privacy whilst we change into them. Do you mind going out onto the balcony whilst we change?"
Without further ado I stepped outside, and deliberately turned my back to them to save any discomfiture they may have had should I have tried to watch. But I need not have bothered, for when June called me back inside I was confronted by two glorious nymphs dressed only in skimpy underwear, lacy bras which concealed less than they revealed, and tiny scraps of material covering, but not concealing, their smoothly shaven slits, immediately bringing to mind the term "camel-toe".
My eyes were drawn instantly to that area, and to my surprise neither girl seemed the least embarrassed, or even reticent, as they noted my lecherous stare with amusement.
"You had better look now," laughed Audrey, "as you won't get the chance later on. We are almost due to go out on a date. Our husbands don't know, but we have picked up two Greek boys who are taking us out for a meal, and then they have promised to take us for a walk to some mysterious place where tourists never go, and even the locals rarely go unless they are with a date. They actually knew the English word 'dogging' – from the internet, I suppose. Anyway, as I was saying, you had better make the most of looking at us in our knickers, as we have promised not to wear any for our date!"
"So we will have to take them off soon," chuckled June, "although we will let you see us dressed again before we go out, won't we Audrey?"
"Yes," added Audrey. "Tell us if you approve of our outfits please, although it won't make a scrap of difference to us, as we shall still wear them just the same."
"Now – outside on the balcony again, please," ordered June. "We'll trust you not to peek. If you do, we shall say goodbye; but if you do not then I suggest we meet again tomorrow so we can tell you about tonight. Could you manage to come round tomorrow?" she added teasingly.