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"No frigging way! You are NOT getting me to wear THAT in a MILLION YEARS!" I nearly shouted in her face as I backed up into a display in the store we were shopping in.
"Come on, it's beautiful, it will look gorgeous on you" her eyes twinkled endearingly and I couldn't tell whether she was laughing at my reaction or teasing me.
"There is no way in hell I would be caught dead in that thing!" I repeated adamantly.
"You could pull this off" she encouraged holding out the garment encouragingly.
Shaking my head I was horrified. The models that wore these things were practically naked, why wear a suit at all? You certainly could not go in public with these. Even in Brazil they weren't as tiny as these little wisps of material. Besides, I didn't want dental floss for my ass! A bikini should be made to entice, this was not enticing. This was bold nakedness with pasties for the nipples. A micro-bikini yet! They couldn't see that this was exposure, public indecency? "I'd be arrested in a heartbeat" I answered.
"Why do you have to be so difficult?" she asked with a grin.
"Less is not more in this case" I answered sarcastically.
She grinned to show she had been teasing all along as she shook her head. The store we were in was ultra modern, ultra expensive, and way over the top. The micro-bikini (I was shaking my head) were two pasties and a scrap over the labia lips with strings connecting the three spots of interest and dental floss up the ass. No way!
"What's wrong with this one" I held up a one piece that was bringing back the 1920's look with a little ruffle around the waist. It was perfect for someone of my age and disposition but we both knew I wouldn't be caught dead in it. It was perfect if I were matronly in the least, which I was a far cry from. I had worked this body too hard for too long to get it into the shape it was so I could wear a bikini.
She rolled her eyes hoping I was kidding. I grinned. I was fairly conservative but I had worked hard to get this body and anyone who knew what happened the last time I had worn a bikini on the beach would know how that had ended, I deserved to wear one with the body I had achieved. Now we were going to another state for some 'fun' on the beach and this shopping expedition was to pick out a new suit.
"Why do I need another suit?" I asked. "My other one is just fine and barely used."
"You might want several to change into, who knows what parties we will attend. You don't want to wear the same one over and over" she said reasonably.
I personally think the only reason we were in this store was so that she could watch me change into suit after suit after suit. This one needed a tuck there, this one didn't cup these right there, and this one didn't fit my ass quite right here was what I was told in various forms as her hands roamed, prodded, and poked around on my body to make sure of the 'right' fit. I have to admit it was a bit erotic the way her eyes smoldered as she 'helped' me pick out a few suits and I modeled them for her. The saleswoman wasn't any help, I think she knew what my girl was up to and just let us 'play.'
"Finally" I breathed as we left the store with a shopping bag with half a dozen nearly indecent bikinis inside but absolutely, positively, no micro-bikinis despite my girls disappointment on that issue.
"Come on, that was fun" her eyes twinkled at me conspiratorially.
I knew then that she had done a lot of unnecessary adjusting to my new wardrobe to just cop a feel but I grinned in response.
I have to admit the little red satin looking number made of man-made but god-like materials was a hot little thing as I looked at my reflection in the mirror of our condo that we had rented for this trip. Thank goodness my breasts didn't sag too much since there was no strap holding these babies up. Just gravity pulling them down and firm muscles holding them up. My broad shoulders showed no tan lines and my brown chest looked good above the line of the bikini top. Below was a tummy which looked to have a hint of a six pack with a beautiful cherry belly button ring dangling. Below that were brief briefs with high French cut sides giving the sexy bikini a hint of naughty elegance.
"Mmmm, you look good enough to eat" she said as her hands wrapped around my midriff to come together and give me a hug from behind and gaze into the mirror at my reflection.
I smiled at her statement thinking that cherry dangling was a bit much but anything for my baby. I turned in her arms to return the hug and look at the outfit she was wearing. It was much more daring than my bikini. "Your going to stop traffic with that" I admired the brilliant blue suit, what there was of it. The material held up her large breasts but the style was such that it looked like they were about to bust out at any moment, it tied around her neck and made me want to touch my lips to every inch of that neck and follow it down to those nipples I could see poking at the material. The matching bottom had a small patch for her shaved crotch and no embarrassing hair peeking out with a bit of material up the back crack barely covering her ass. She looked HOT, she knew it though with her olive colored skin and beautiful little body. I couldn't help but think we didn't need to go to the beach for a party with people when we could have a private party here at the condo. At my suggestion though she smiled a mysterious smile that made me think she had something in mind.
"Baby, we traveled across the country to meet these friends of yours, they would be upset if we didn't show up at the party they were throwing for you" she reminded me.
I smiled resigned, we were here to party, we were expected, we were the guests of honor, we were both horny, this was not a good combination and I knew we would BOTH be tormented in the hours to come. I grabbed a short sarong that wrapped around my middle and started enticingly below my cherry adorned navel and ended just above my well toned legs with whisps of material floating on my legs. The feel was like feathers on my skin and I loved it.