Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.
This work is © 2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, so any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence.
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As Nicola pulled up outside Jennifer's place, all she could think was: Damn, she looks good in a bikini.
Nicola's friend Jennifer was dressed in a very brief black bikini. She waved at her friend, setting her boobs bouncing inside the tight confines of her top. "Knickers!"
Nicola- Knickers to her friends- was dressed much the same as Jennifer, in a hot pink bikini that did more to showcase her fabulous body than actually hide it. The stunning starlet's 38-inch cleavage strained her bikini straps to near breaking point. The very brief thong meant that Nicola's bare bottom was pressed against the hot leather of her car seat. As a professional actress and model Nicola knew well the benefits of marketing her best assets, and a revealing bathing suit was part of her everyday wardrobe.
"Jennifer!" called Nicola in reply. "Nice bathers."
"Thanks, babe." They kissed hello, a passionate kiss on the lips that suggested they were more than just mates.
It was a beautiful sunny day in LA, and the two girls had agreed to spend it at the beach. But for Nicola, it would be a working day off.
"It's like this: I'm supposed to spent the rest of the day at the beach, yknow, just having fun. But my agent has tipped off a photographer that I'll be there, so it's really a publicity thing for my career."
"Sooo..." asked Jennifer, "what sort of pictures will this photographer be taking?"
"Dunno. The usual sort of candid pictures of starlets you see in magazines. I won't even see him. Or her."
After quite a long drive, the girls arrived at a secluded beach. Nicola parked her car and the two made their way down to the seashore. They had the small stretch of sandy white paradise all to themselves.
Nicola draped her towel on the sand, bending low so that her thong rode up between her ass cheeks. The Aussie starlet deliberately lingered in this position, her ass in the air. Somewhere in the hills that surrounded the beach Nicola had an audience of one, their telephoto lens following her every move, quietly snapping off shots of the starlet caught unawares.
Except, of course, Nicola wasn't unaware. She knew perfectly well that the 'casual' poses she struck in the next couple of hours could have a major effect on her career. Who knows how many extra people would rent "Bikini Bandits" or her upcoming film "Bikini Stewardesses 2" after seeing her ass in a magazine?
"So what now?" Jennifer asked. Nicola adjusted her bikini top, making sure she was showing off a considerable amount of her tasty tits. "We just hang out, have fun."
"I wonder where he is?" Jennifer scanned the surrounding terrain. "Don't do that!" Nicola hissed. "I don't want him to know I know he's up there."
Jennifer shrugged. She laid herself face down on her own towel. "Hon, you wanna oil me up?" the minx asked with a suggestive wiggle of her bottom.
Nicola knelt down beside her friend. She squeezed a glob of suntan lotion onto Jennifer's bare back. She gave a squeak.
"Oooh, that's cold!" she giggled. Nicola continued to cover her friend with a slick of oil, massaging it in. She lingered on Jennifer's ass, her fingers slithering across flesh till her friend's backside glistened in the sun.
"Now do me," Nicola insisted. Jennifer rolled over and repaid the favor. Nicola closed her eyes, enjoying the erotic sensation of her best friend smothering her in slippery lotion.
They lay out under the sun for a while, chatting. Nicola was on her back, her magnificent boobs pointing toward the cloudless California sky, lolling awkwardly in the confines of her bikini top. She couldn't stop her mind drifting to her unseen voyeur, somewhere up there. Nicola breathed deeply, her breasts heaving up and down. A good telephoto lens could allow a photographer take a close-up shot of her tits from far away yet look like he had been snuggled between her boobs.
"Let's go for a swim," Jennifer suggested. Nicola jumped up and the pair ran laughing into the sea. They splashed around in the water for some time, an adorable pair of bathing beauties.
"Of course, you know what he really wants to see?" said Jennifer with a wink. Nicola laughed, and cupped her boobs. "You don't mean these puppies by any chance?"
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jennifer asked. Nicola glanced around, as if looking to see if anyone else was watching. Her hands tentatively reached for the tie that held her wisp-like bikini top in place.
It was the performance of her career. Nicola had increasingly become an exhibitionist since arriving in Hollywood from her native Melbourne only a couple of months ago. If a job required her to be naked, then rest assured the gorgeous Aussie starlet would strip herself naked for the director's perusal before she was even asked. Nicola's body was evenly tanned from many a nude sunbathing session in her own backyard (much to the delight of her neighbors!). Her lithe, 38-25- 35 body was taut and trim, a legacy of her modeling career back in Australia. But for this particular camera, Nicola acted shy.
She tugged as her bikini top, letting it slowly fall away. Nicola imagined that camera up there somewhere clicking away and shivered with excitement. The pink material fell away, revealing Nicola's puckered nipples. She draped an arm across her boobs, demurely covering herself as she tossed the top aside.
"Woo-hooh!" shouted Jennifer, sounding like a stripclub patron. "That's the stuff baby!"
Nicola smirked. "Shut-up!" she said, nudging her friend. They lay side by side on the sand, Nicola's bare breasts glistening with seawater. Her nipples had hardened to little brown nubs.
