I awoke in Joanna's bed, and for the second time looked around and wondered for a second where I was.
Then memories of the previous night's activities flitted happily through my head. The long, wet kisses, worshipping Joanna's big breasts, screwing her with the big strap-on, applying my lips and tongue to her asshole. I had done well, and given her quite a few orgasms. She had been very pleased with me.
When I walked out of the bedroom she was sitting at her kitchen table, writing on tablet of yellow paper. "Mornin' Beautiful! You've inspired me to do some creative writing."
I kissed her and then without waiting to be told, got down on my knees and crawled under the table. She opened her legs wide and continued to scribble with her pencil as I sucked between her legs and kissed and licked her pussy and asshole.
After breakfast, she said we ought to get along to the beach. She named the beach we were going to and asked if I'd ever been to it. It was one of the largest and most popular in the state. I told her I'd been there, but that I didn't usually go there because it was too crowded and there were other beaches closer. She said it was the perfect place for us to spend the day.
She said I could wear one of her swimsuits, but that we should take showers before we left. She led me into the bathroom and started the water running in the shower.
When the bathroom began to get steamy, she had me take off her bathrobe and hang it up. She stepped into the shower turned around under the flowing water, then handed me the bar of soap. She stood there, not moving, while I washed her. Then she rinsed off and I patted her dry with a towel. After she left the bathroom, I showered myself.
When I was done, I found her in the bedroom, in a bikini, admiring her body in the mirror. The bra could hardly contain her breasts.
"Oooh," I said. "The men are going to love that."
"Actually," she said, "I expect the men will mostly be looking at you."
"At me?"
"Yes--your swimsuit is so much more revealing than mine."
"More revealing than that? What do you mean? You said I could wear one of your swimsuit, right?"
"That's right. Yours is in that bag on the bed."
There was a paper sack on the bed. I didn't know what to expect when I picked it up. When Joanna had said I could wear one of her swimsuits I had doubted it would fit. My breasts were ok, actually quite full for my otherwise skinny frame, but nothing like hers. I couldn't see how something that fit her would fit me, too.
When I looked in the bag, I had to close my eyes and shake my head and look again to be sure I was seeing it correctly. I turned the bag over and the "swimsuit" fell onto the bed.
It consisted entirely of a large wooden bead, with a short string coming out of it, attached to a triangle of thin, light blue material no bigger than my hand.
"Joanna, this is a joke, right? Where's the swimsuit?"
"That's it. Well, that's most of it, anyway. Come on, let's put it on you."
I guess she had invented this thing herself. I'd never seen or heard of anything like it. She had me squat on the floor and then she spit on the bead and worked it up my asshole.
"There. That secures the back end of it." She pulled the triangle of material up and over my vagina. It barely reached over the top of my pubic hair. She had me lay down on the bed, and then she spread a thick line of some kind of adhesive across my lower belly just above my pubic hair, from a squeeze tube that looked like a toothpaste tube except the cap was cone- shaped. She stretched the triangle of material up and pressed it to the line of glue, and held it in place.
She explained that the adhesive was made to stick to human skin but that it was harmless, and that they used it in hospitals all the time to keep electrodes and sensors in place. It did work, because when she let go, the top of the triangle was firmly bonded to my belly. The thing covered my vagina, just barely. Tufts of pubic hair stuck out both sides.
She had me get up and walk around and stand in front of the mirror. The material was so thin that it conformed to the shape of my labia. You could clearly see my vagina beneath the light blue patch, crease running down the center and everything.
"Joanna, I can't go to a public beach wearing just this tiny thing. I'll get arrested!"
"Well, your pussy is covered up, right?"
"Sort of, but nothing else is!"
"Well, thong bikinis don't cover the ass at all. So you don't really care if your ass is showing do you?"
"No, I guess not. But they don't let you go topless."
"I know that. We can't very well have you walk around the beach with your breasts exposed, can we? And have everyone looking at them? So I'm going to put on your bra right now."
She led me back into the kitchen and had me stand still in front of her chair. She opened a jar of light blue latex paint and stirred it with a little stick.
She used a small brush to paint my breasts. She didn't paint the sides or bottom of either breast, though, just the center. Just my nipples and a little more. Then she painted lines to look like bra straps. The strap lines didn't stand out enough, she thought, so she outlined them with a black felt tip marker.
"There!" she said when she was done. We stood in front of the mirror. "Everyone will think you have a blue bikini on."
"Joanna, this isn't going to fool anyone. I look like a woman with painted tits." The fact that she hadn't painted the sides or bottoms of my breasts made it obvious, even from a distance, that I wasn't wearing anything on my top.
"True, but the men and boys are going to love it."
The one-hour drive to the beach took three hours, because Joanna thought it would be fun to stop along the way. We stopped 6 times for gas. I can't tell you how humiliating this was for me. She'd pick out a place that was a combined gas station and convenience store, with customers in the store. She'd hand me a dollar bill and then go into the store and browse around.
I would have to get out of the car and pump one dollar's worth of gas in the tank. Then I had to walk into the store wearing just that tiny bikini bottom, stand in line, and pay for the gas. Joanna enjoyed watching the jaws drop open. I wore sunglasses so no one could look into my eyes, but I knew my face was red from embarrassment. There were men, women, and even children in these places. But I had no choice. I had to do it.
Worse yet, the light blue material between my legs began almost at once to bunch up near the string and disappear between my labia, exposing my lips at the bottom. So part of my vagina was exposed, too. Joanna said that was ok, and I should just leave it like that.
She drove through a couple of small towns, too. In one she stopped at park where about ten old guys were sitting at a big picnic table, playing checkers. She handed me two one-dollar bills and told me to ask those guys if any of them had a two-dollar bill I could buy. She also told me that when I was in front of them, I was to yawn. A real protracted yawn, where my arms were stretched behind me and my tits were thrust out and my eyes closed. She explained the old-timers might be embarrassed to stare at my tits if I could see them looking, so that would give them a good opportunity to get an eye-full.
That was a particularly embarrassing experience, partly because it was such a foolish question to be asking them in the first place. It would be obvious that I had just come over to show my body to them.
Despite the embarrassment, I found it increasingly erotic to be exposed like that, and it was easy in a way because I wasn't doing it on purpose. Joanna was making me do it. It was very difficult at first, but the more times I did it, being exposed became easier. By the time we were on our way home, I wasn't really embarrassed at all any more. I had just resigned myself to it.
When waiting to pay for gas, I heard some comments that were rude, though, to say the least. Not always, but a few times. Once, someone said "What a cunt!" as I was leaving the store. I didn't like that. Several people called me a bitch, and twice mothers covered their children's eyes and hissed at me What is the matter with you!
