The first time I ever wore that tiny white bikini in public was at the pool of the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. It was an intensely erotic experience for me and would become the catalyst for many more to come. The rush I experienced is hard to describe; it was like being completely nude and covered at the same time. Except that it was better than being nude. A bikini like that accentuates and advertises. It says look at my tits and pussy; enjoy my exposed ass. My gentleman readers should never doubt that a woman in a bikini like that wants to be seen and desired. She is putting her sexuality on display and hoping for a reaction, even if that reaction is nothing more than hungry stares or furtive glances.
But I am getting way ahead of the story. Great sex, I have found, is all about buildup, anticipation and context. The buildup had begun three weeks ago with Dan's gift of the bikini. Now, with the time for our trip upon us, the anticipation was reaching its climax. The context would be provided by our fantasies and the circumstances of our trip.
It's about a six-hour drive to Las Vegas from our home on the East side of Phoenix. Both Dan and I had gotten out of work early to get a head start on the long weekend. We had packed the night before and Dan was very helpful with packing my bag; that tiny white g-string bikini was the first thing he tossed in. We left home late Friday afternoon. It was May and already getting quite warm. I wore a light, wraparound sundress that tied at the side. Dan was handsome as always in kaki slacks and a golf shirt. We tossed our light bags into the trunk of the Mustang and were headed out onto I-10 by about 4:30.
Dan had insisted that I go braless. In fact, he wouldn't even allow me to pack a bra. This was Dan's birthday trip and I had agreed to dress however he desired for the whole weekend. I was already dressed for the trip when he stopped me at the door. "I like that sundress," he said, "but do you know what would make it look better?"
"Different shoes?" I said. I was wearing my favorite strappy sandals.
"Um, no. Take off the bra," he said.
Going braless had always made me a little self-conscious. My breasts are not large, but I do have big, thick nipples that always seem to be poking out. I know that men like looking at them but a certain lack of self-confidence had always kept me from enjoying that. That and the fact that I didn't want to look like a complete slut. Now recent events had me rethinking certain things. I knew now that Dan wanted other men to see and enjoy my body. And I knew that the idea was turning me on too. Maybe I really was a complete slut and just didn't know it yet. I turned around and lifted my hair so Dan could undo the clasp of my bra.
I let the straps fall down off of my shoulders and then pulled my arms through. Then I reached down the front of my dress and pulled out the bra like it was a magic trick, never even exposing a nipple. "Ta-da!" I smiled.
"That's cheating!" Dan protested.
"All's fair in love and war," I said. The thin fabric of the sundress felt wonderful against my nipples and they were immediately hard as pebbles.
"Mm. That's better," Dan said, taking me in his arms and giving me a warm kiss. "Those are some mighty nice pokies you've got there."
"Thank you sir," I purred, "Should I keep the panties on?"
He gave me a mischievous smile. "For now," he said.
We took off down the road, making pretty good time in spite of the holiday weekend traffic. Soon we were speeding across the desert, stereo blasting some good old-time rock and roll. The long drive gave us plenty of time to talk and make plans for the weekend. We talked about work and friends and family, but Dan always managed to steer the conversation back towards sex. After three years of marriage, we had become pretty open about discussing our sexual wants and fantasies, and Dan had a seemingly endless number of hot and nasty things that he wanted us to try. He told me again of a particular fantasy that had me dressing up like a slut and cock-teasing strangers in a bar. I new it must have been a favorite of his because he had mentioned it on at least two other occasions. Maybe it was the sexually charged nature of our little trip, but thinking about the possibilities of it then started to excite me quite a bit. "Well, this is your birthday trip," I said. "Maybe we could make that happen." He didn't say another word about it, but gave me a long, searching, sensual look that made me ache with desire.
We decided to stop for a bite in Kingman. It was about 7:30 pm when we pulled into the parking lot of a little chain restaurant on fast-food row. The place was laid out like a classic old-time diner, though it wasn't one, with a row of Naugahyde booths next to the windows and a long counter in front of the kitchen. It was mostly empty and we slid into one of the booths across from the counter. There were two or three other couples that I noticed and a couple of solitary men, probably truckers, seated at the counter. It was one of those cheep, brightly lit places with garish pictures of food on the menu. Even the salads came smothered in cheese and bacon.
It had been warm outside, but as it usually was in these places, the air conditioning was set to 'Arctic'. I was still wearing my little cotton sundress and my nipples got so hard that only a blind man could have missed them. Dan certainly didn't. "Careful you don't put somebody's eye out with those," he said.
"Very funny," I said. My nipples were aching, and not just from the air conditioning. I was still feeling hot and bothered from our conversation in the car and decided it would be fun to tease Dan a little bit more. The waitress came and took our order. I asked her where the restrooms were and told Dan I'd be right back. As I walked toward the back of the restaurant I had the feeling I was being watched. I glanced over and caught one of the truckers looking at me. He was staring directly at my braless tits and I felt a rush of warmth flood my pussy. My small breasts don't bounce very much, but I noticed that they were jiggling quite a bit with each step that I took, hard nipples straining against the thin cotton fabric.
The restroom was empty and I did my business quickly in the stall. Washing up in front of the mirror, I took in my overall appearance. My conical breasts stood out proudly, the v-cut neckline of my dress showing more of my chest than I had noticed at home. The dress was cut fairly loosely and, turning this way and that, I could see that if I leaned forward and brought my shoulders in, my exposed nipples could clearly be seen from the side. I remembered the trucker's hungry stare and wondered if he had seen them. The thought gave me another warm wave of pleasure.
I looked hard into my own face. What was going on with me? Who was this wanton woman I was turning into? I had always been the shy, quiet, smart girl, always the responsible one. Many men had told me that I was pretty over the years, but I had never used my looks to get ahead or to gain attention. In school I had been an athlete, not a cheerleader. Had I secretly envied those other girls? Was there something unfulfilled in my past that made me want to push barriers and break taboos now? Surely this wasn't only about pleasing my husband. It was clear that Dan wanted me to be seen and desired by other men. Now I was finding that I wanted it too and the emotions were getting complicated. I took a deep breath and let it out. As usual I was over analyzing everything. I made a decision there and then to quit thinking so much and just go with what felt good -- at least for the duration of the weekend. If Dan wanted me to act like a slut, then I would show him just how slutty I could be.
