As Rachel looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of embarrassment, anxiety, excitement, and desire. As she stared at her tight 5'0" body with perky 34C tits, tight abs, and a round firm ass, she was immensely thankful that her Thai heritage and hard work at the gym had blessed her with such incredible looks. As she gazed at her body, she thought back on the path that had brought her here...
After powering through two years of business school at Stanford, Rachel had landed a top job at McKinsey & Company and was crushing it. Her attention to detail, hard work, and ravishing looks had served her well at McKinsey, and she was up for promotion to manager a year ahead of schedule. To celebrate the promotion, Rachel decided to take a long-overdue vacation to South Beach Miami and enjoy the beautiful turquoise water, pool parties, and legendary night clubs. Using Delta points earned one leg at a time, she bought two first-class tickets to Miami - one for her, and one for her boyfriend Mark.
Rachel and Mark had met a year earlier, and the spark had been immediate. As a girl who prided herself with accepting only the best in both her professional and personal life, Rachel had extremely high standards. She knew she had the whole package - smart, witty, sassy, and with a killer body to match. When on the prowl, Rachel sought only the best; anyone else was merely a waste of time. For this reason, meeting Mark came as more than a little surprise. His strong, lean 6'2" frame, easy smile, and confident demeanor made her weak in the knees. The first night they met, Mark rented a hotel room and they had fucked until dawn with animal-like passion. This wasn't unusual for Rachel - she had sex often and knew she was irresistible - what was unusual is that she kept coming back for more. Rachel just couldn't get enough.
Fast forward eight months and things between them had cooled a bit from their initial stage of white-hot lust. They had sex regularly, but now it was more of a weekly necessity to blow off steam from the stresses of the workweek. They still had a great time together, frequenting LA's best restaurants and clubs, but Rachel longed for the passion shown at the beginning of their relationship. To be frank, she was bored and needed a change. To try to renew the spark between them, and to celebrate Rachel's immense success at McKinsey, they decided to book that trip to Miami.
At Mark's suggestion, Rachel decided to buy a few new bikinis. She was always in tip-top shape and had plenty of money, so she decided to buy a few designer bikinis to show off her figure. Although she had never worn a thong in public, why not try it out? Miami seemed like the perfect place. After picking out one she liked, Rachel went to the changing room to try it on. She stepped into the thong bottoms, tied the bikini top tightly to her back, and slowly turned around to check herself out in the mirror. Her round ass exploded out of both sides of the black thong, her tight abs glistened under the fluorescent lights of the changing room, and her perky tits strained the seams of the tiny bikini top.
"Wow, I look incredible. Mark is a lucky guy to have me."
With that thought, she began lightly sucking on the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand, and slowly slipped them under her thong. She couldn't resist checking herself out in the new bikini, and had made herself quite horny in the process. Pretty soon, every guy (and girl) in Miami would be wishing they could take her home, and she couldn't wait to show off for them.
Needless to say, she bought the now soaking-wet black thong bikini, as well as equally revealing bikinis in white, burgundy, and navy blue. She quickly headed home to pack, and the new thongs were the first things in the Tumi. Later that day they headed for the LAX airport for the long flight to Miami, hopped in an Uber Black to the SLS South Beach, and quickly unpacked their bathing suits to hit the pool.
As Rachel slipped the black thong between her cheeks, Rachel felt a familiar wave of emotions overcome her just like in the changing room - embarrassment, anxiety, excitement, and desire. She had worn less than family-friendly bikinis in public before, but never a full thong, and certainly never when she had a boyfriend. Usually she brought out the cheekier bikinis when she was single and hoping for a quick hookup on vacations, but had always felt strange showing off so much of her body to other guys when she had a boyfriend.
Emotions aside, she had to admit she looked great. She pulled the tight bikini top over her tits, the tiny triangles barely stretching over her dark nipples, and smiled to herself.
"Screw it. I'm here, I'm hot, and I'm ready to show off."
As she stepped outside, the warm humid air hit like a wall. The scorching sun rays encouraged her to head to the bar for a drink. Strutting across the pool past all the 20-somethings enjoying cocktails in lounge chairs, she could almost hear the sound of bathing suits bulging at the sight of her tight ass and bouncing tits. She looked around at all the bronzed bodies with rippling muscles and caught herself daydreaming about taking one of those suits off.
She had been so caught up in making sure she was checked out by every guy at the pool that Mark had completely slipped her mind. She looked back and found him chatting up a few guys, probably talking about the NFL draft last weekend or something similar, per usual.
Satisfied Mark was happily making new friends, Rachel headed to the bar to make a few of her own. She didn't drink often, but the occasion seemed to warrant one. She didn't bring a wallet but wasn't worried. She hadn't paid for a drink in years and wasn't about to start when her ass was on display for the world to see. As expected, a muscular guy with bright hazel eyes and a backward snapback approached right away and offered to buy her a drink.
"Don Julio, on the rocks," she said, smiling at the bartender.
It was $45, but so what? She was worth it.
Chatting up another guy was morally questionable, even if it was just a bit of flirting to get a free drink or two. It was especially strange with Mark standing just on the other side of the pool, in clear view. Rachel was plenty used to getting hit on by guys, but not with a boyfriend, and not with this much of her on display. Somehow, though, the thought of doing this with her boyfriend in sight made her more excited and more turned on. Seeing the chiseled abs and bulging crotch of her new friend Tim didn't help matters much. The banter was innocent enough, but the tequila and flirting was too much to handle after a few minutes, and she decided to head to the pool to cool off.
Doubtless to get an unfettered view of her ass, Tim made sure to walk a few paces behind her to the pool. After getting in and feeling the cool water splash over her body, she looked back to check on Mark. He smiled and waved, still talking to his new pals. Content Mark was sufficiently occupied, she turned her attention back to Tim.
