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I had worked hard to achieve the body I now sported. It hadn't been a quick fix with botox and liposuction like many of the beauties I saw here on the beach. Mine had been simple hard work with exercise, dance, and wild passionate sex. Yes, I did say sex. It's a wonderful way to burn calories and I was a big proponent of using every means at hand that I had to sculpt the body I had now created. My girlfriend of course was a thrilled participant in encouraging me at my exercise routine in it's many forms. We both worked out on the machine I had bought at the second hand exercise equipment store. We loved dancing together and could be found two or three times a month at the local dance clubs. But it was the sexcapades that had been the best part of our regimen to keep fit, to get me in shape, the reason behind so many of our 'interruptions' into daily life.
Oh come on, if it isn't fun then why do it? Right? Sex is fun! Exercise in the form of sex is not a bad thing. It's not like I invented it. I couldn't help that I was practically married to an incredibly beautiful woman who had a high sex drive and I was the mechanic that worked on it. Okay, she was the mechanic and I the willing machine she worked on. Sometimes I drove, sometimes she drove.
Exercise equipment by it's very nature is a form of S&M. Let's face it, an active and sexual creature can use their fertile imagination to turn anything into a sexual escapade. My girlfriend and I were willing victims of our own regimen. I can't tell you how many times a good work out got even better by ending up on the floor of our exercise room. If you don't work up a sweat it really wasn't a good workout right? Tongue in cheek I tell you these things.
Even dancing was a form of torture to the well defined mind. Whether we were gyrating to a disco or hip hop beat or slow dancing it couldn't help but create a tension between two like minded women. It was exquisite. It was necessary. Many was the time that we gave a new meaning to the words 'dirty dancing' and had to make a hasty exit from the club. We kept it clean, we kept it legal, we kept it hot. It was a fusion of two bodies that adored each other absolute. I didn't mind. I know my girlfriend didn't. Many was the time we barely made it to the car much less the living room floor or even the bedroom. It was okay, neither of us minded the impulsiveness or improvisations that resulted. It certainly proved it would never be boring between the two of us. It provided a workout that my now well toned body had needed. The muscles in my ass from straining were well defined.
I was going to flaunt it now. I had worked hard for a long time to achieve these results. The flesh over my now toned body deserved to tan. I was going to go the beach and for the first time in my life I was going to wear a bikini. Not just any bikini either. The one my beautiful girlfriend had chosen to show off the body she loved so adoringly. It was unfortunate she wasn't here to see the unveiling though. That last minute call to work was something she already regretted but being the responsible woman she was she had reluctantly gone. Amazingly she had encouraged me to go though and had even handed me the bikini. It's small scraps of material barely hid my assets but they were shown off rather beautifully. It's not like she hadn't seen me naked a few million times over the years but this was different, very different. I had never had the body to flaunt in my opinion. My girlfriend liked women with big bones and a bit of flesh on them. I still had that but the flesh was taunt and toned now. The bi-weekly tanning bed made it so I had no lines and the deep tan I had was safe to take out in the hot sub-tropical sun. I wanted to go out now, I felt confident enough to do so. I was only sad that my girl wasn't going to be with me.
I had offered to wait of course but she wouldn't hear of it. Everyone we knew was going to be on the beach today and while they had seen me for years in various dresses and shorts they had never seen this much of me. The two scraps holding up my lush breasts made me feel very exposed. I'd had to have my girlfriend help me shave down below to keep the dark hairs from peaking out and ruining the effect. The 'landing strip' she had left she found very appealing. She had to test it out after finishing it's construction and I'd enjoyed it but I still didn't want to go out without her. She convinced me to go and enjoy myself with our friends. She would see the bikini another time she told me. She kissed me goodbye and left it up to me whether I would go or not. I didn't want to be alone at the gathering, it wasn't a party but I knew all our friends and I really wouldn't be alone. Besides I really wanted to show off in my new bikini, I had worked hard for this moment but without my girlfriend I wasn't as confident. She had assured me I had nothing to worry about but when you go your whole life in a one piece for the very obvious reason that you didn't have the physique for a bikini the confidence it takes to wear one isn't exactly there. I decided to go but hoped against hope that my girlfriend would make the gathering.
I put on a wrap around my chest that went entirely to my ankles. It made it look like I was wearing an exotic tropical dress and with my physique and shoulders I could pull it off. With slip on sandals and a mesh bag over my shoulders and ray bans on my nose I was ready. My long red hair flowed over my shoulders and I was out the door locking it behind me.
As I walked the two blocks to our 'spot' I wondered who would be there, probably the usual friends and family that we hung with. It was a tight knit group of about 20 regular people and up to 40 with friends of friends and so on. There was always someone to get to know better and my girlfriend and I trusted each other enough not to worry about getting into trouble. Besides, her sister and brother would probably be there with their various children in tow, I would be watched whether I wanted to or not. I wasn't worried. I loved my girl and she loved me. They watched whether it was intentional or not because they didn't want their big sister or aunt hurt, not that they had any cause to worry. I think it was a cultural thing anyway.
I looked out over the beach from the comfort of the wide sidewalk that wound it's way up and down this stretch of the beach for miles and miles. You could literally ride from one city to the next with it's wide expanse. I could see a few familiar figures in the distance that were nearer the water. I had no intention of going into the water in this little scrap of material they called a bikini. It would have dissolved or floated away with barely a breath.
"Hey you! Was wondering when you two would get here" a voice addressed me and I turned to my girlfriend's sister "where is she" she asked looking around behind me as though I was hiding her.
"Work called and there she is" I sighed disgustedly. Work sucked the life out of a relationship sometimes, not that I hadn't been guilty of doing the same thing from time to time.
"That sucks, maybe she will make it later?"
I nodded as I looked curiously around at the others who had made the gathering and saw a few with children in tow. That surprised me as we usually kept it adults only since alcohol was involved. Not that I had to worry about my behavior drunk or sober but a few of the group needed leashes at one point or another.
"Come sit with us then" she invited and I was surprised. I was certain that my girl's sister didn't really like me, jealously protecting her sister from this outsider who had loved her for years. Perhaps she was softening to me. After all we had been together for years. Or maybe I should be suspicious and she really was keeping an eye on me since her sister wasn't here to do so for herself. I begin to think I really am paranoid and I would have to accept her invitation at face value.
Several other people greeted me and asked where my girlfriend was and I explained time and again. Its nice when your a couple that everyone assumes you are together all the time and we usually were but it was also nice that I was accepted on my own without her presence to 'complete' me. I had several friends here that I knew without my backup. I greeted and chatted with many before turning back to my 'sorta' sister-in-law.
She had really gone all out and had food and drinks. I pulled some drinks and food from my bag to add to her supply, after all I had to contribute something besides my stimulating presence. She offered me a sand chair and I took off my wrap and laid it out on the chair. It wasn't until I was bending over to lay it out and swing my bag onto the back of the chair that I heard my sorta sister-in-law's indrawn breath of air at my attire.
"Are you kidding me?" she hissed at me and I looked up in alarm trying to see what was upsetting her and looking around for the culprit. As she was staring at my bikini clad body I could only rightfully assume it was me that was causing her dismay.
"What?" I asked wondering at her indignation.
"Put something on" she hissed as she looked around to see if anyone else had seen me.
Apparently her hiss had caused many eyes to look around as well which only drew more attention to our situation. Not one eye looked with the embarrassment she was showing, instead I saw many eyes with apparent admiration in them, a few with more than that but I chose to ignore them even though I secretly relished the feeling.
"You wouldn't dare wear THAT if SHE were here" she continued to hiss.
