The Mum Bikini

The Mum Bikini

© NikkieJanes 2023

The genesis of what was currently happening had occurred several months earlier, with a throwaway comment between neighbours that was slightly flirtatious in nature.

Cheryl had just dropped off her eldest child at school and had bumped into Pat, who told her about the latest cruise she was booked on. A month-long affair taking in the Lesser Antilles Island of the Caribbean.

"Wow, I'd love to do something like that," Cheryl replied, "but I've just not got the time, nor money," she continued wistfully.

"You're so small and slim I'm sure I could squeeze you into one of my cases," Pat joked, "but you'd only have room to pack a bikini."

"For the Caribbean that's all I'd need anyway," Cheryl said as they parted.

Cheryl is a small, not much taller than five-foot tall, bundle of energy. Mum to two young kids, a precocious girl aged six and a son aged four. She's what everyone would call a perfect mum, part of a perfectly happy family unit, doting time and attention on her kids. Balancing an important and high-pressured job and motherhood, she always finds time for them, taking them for days out or playing with them in the garden or street. Her husband is similarly family-orientated.

The kids are well-behaved, polite and funny. Both parents are always teaching them things as they play with them, even though the kids don't know it.

Cheryl has a very expressive, pretty face, framed with black shiny hair, simply styled in a pageboy cut. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes sparkle and flash with joy. A nice figure with very small boobs, barely an A cup, but a cute, sexy and firm little bum. Her legs are slightly chunky in the thigh but well-shaped. She's one of those annoying to other women, women who ooze sex appeal without even knowing it.

Although she doesn't dress over sexily and isn't one of the 'yummy mummies' on the school run, dolled up to the nines. No, Cheryl would most likely be seen in scruffy jogging bottoms and sweat tops, generally stained with kids' paint and glue. Even so, she seems to rock that look without trying.

Cheryl isn't a prude either, trying to hide her looks behind the downbeat clothes, she just seems more comfortable that way. She's had her share of boyfriends and lovers in her time before meeting and marrying Ralph, her husband of the last twelve years. Not many lovers; you could count them all on the fingers of your hands, not one, two, but that's it and that goes back to her teenage years as well.

She's always thought of herself as both enthusiastic and experimental about sex. Willing to try any position or style. In the past, she was more than willing to indulge in a few role-play games with Ralph. And, while the enjoyment and eagerness of sex between them is still high, spontaneity is less so, with two inquisitive kids likely to interrupt at any time.

This summer had seen Cheryl wearing a short skirt or even shorts more often than she had in the past, but, then again, it had been yet another record-breaking one in Manchester, well the whole of the UK, in fact.

Now, six months after that encounter, Pat had just said to Cheryl, "Got your bikini ready?"

"What? What for? What on earth are you talking about, my bikini in this weather, it's freezing."

"Not where I'm going, the cruise, it's next week, thought I was squeezing you into one of my suitcases and I'd told you that you could only bring a bikini."

"Oh my God, is it that time already? Yeah, I've always got a bikini ready, not that I get much chance to wear it," Cheryl giggled. Pat was good fun whenever they met and talked.

"Is it going to be a boring mum one, or a sexy one?"

That caught Cheryl off guard, but she responded instantly. "I only have sexy ones."

"I can believe that. Wanna model it for me?"

"Can I trust you if I did?" Cheryl paused before adding, "But I suppose I could show you if you want me to." Why the hell had she said that Cheryl thought. Then added to the surprise by saying, "Come round in half an hour if you want and you can decide if it's sexy enough."

A startled look crossed Pat's face before the answer, "I'd love to."

Why the hell had she agreed to do something as stupid as model her bikini for a neighbour she barely knew apart from brief chats in the street, Cheryl thought as she sorted through her collection of swimwear. Having backed herself into a corner, she knew that she couldn't say no without some form of embarrassment.

Her hand hit something at the back of her draw, and she dragged out the tiniest bikini she had ever seen, one she had forgotten about; and one she had only worn once a couple of years ago. That was when her daughter had cried out in shock, "Mummy, everyone can see you bum!" Cheryl had been mortified, and had refused to wear the garment again despite Ralph saying how great she looked in it.

I wonder if this classifies as mum or sexy, thought Cheryl, as she decided to throw caution to the wind and put the bikini on. What could happen anyway?

Now Cheryl, dressed in an overly large T-shirt that reached to her hips, bare legs and feet pushed into strappy sandals, had just opened her front door to allow Pat into her house.

"Where's the bikini? Pat asked, eyes roaming over Cheryl.

"Underneath, you didn't expect me to answer the door in it did you? Come on, I'm not showing you it in my hallway." With that, Cheryl led them to her bedroom, where she turned and faced Pat, smiling shyly, as she gripped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.

There was a gasp from Pat as Cheryl was revealed in all her sexy glory. The bikini, what there was of it, was minuscule, three tiny scraps of fabric covering only her nipples and the mound of her pussy. Her pussy lips were straining to escape the sides of the fabric covering them. The straps that held things together were so small they could hardly be called spaghetti straps.

"Wow," Pat gasped, eyes roaming slowly and greedily over Cheryl's body.

Suddenly, Cheryl felt afraid, wondering why she had done what she had. Here she was, half-naked, posing before a near stranger. Actually, she would have been better if she'd been naked, the tiny bikini only emphasising her figure and how exposed she nearly was.

Pat's smoky grey eyes, filled with sheer lust, slowly roamed over her. Cheryl felt as if she was being mentally undressed, if that were possible; her bikini was so skimpy it hid nothing anyway. The tiny strip of fabric covering her mound was moulded to her and showed the tempting outline of her slit. The confirmation that Pat was excited came when she gulped, and her tongue slowly poked out and licked along dry lips.

"I see you've gone for the mum one then," Pat joked, breaking the sexual tension that was evident between them.

"You what!" Cheryl exclaimed, "you think this is a mum bikini? God knows what you'd think a sexy one looks like."

"On you, any bikini is a sexy one." The sexual tension was back, and the play was obvious, "but if you want to make it even sexier, then you could lose the top."

"Only the top, with these small boobs."

"Well I wouldn't argue if you took the bottoms off as well."

Cheryl stood still and silent, wondering where things would go if she did as asked. She knew if she stopped things right now, then Pat wouldn't take offence, and they would be able to joke things off between them. If she didn't, where would it end? She felt like a rabbit caught in the glare of rapidly approaching headlights bearing down on her as Pat lasciviously eyed her up and down. The intent and longing in the looks open. Cheryl's hands hovered over the thin straps that went around her hips as she debated what to do. Then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to tease, they moved to the bow and took hold.

"What will you do if I undo these?"

Pat's reply was instant and provocative, but left no doubt about what would happen.

"Throw you on the bed, spread your legs and bury my face in your pussy and I won't stop until I've eaten it and given you at least five orgasms." Cheryl gasped at not only the affrontery, but also the confidence. Give her five orgasms by eating her pussy. As if!

"And you can do that? That's confidence isn't it?"

"I've never had any complaints yet," Pat said, eyes locked onto Cheryl's as if daring her to continue.

Cheryl's trembling fingers, fumbled with the bow on her right hip, then the left and pulled. Leaving go of them, the cotton fabric that was protecting her modesty fell away.

As if that was a cue, Pat closed the gap between them, flipped Cheryl onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide and buried her face between Cheryl's thighs, mouth mashed against the pussy lips and began to lick.

This wasn't a subtle, tender, teasing attack on Cheryl. Instead, it was a full-on blitzkrieg panzer assault. Her pussy lips were pulled wide, and a hot, fierce tongue licked with desperate intensity up and down her folds, probing deeply from the onset.

Cheryl screamed as her body responded. Her hips were bucking up and down as Pat licked, swirling her tongue in the soft, silken folds of Cheryl's very tasty pussy. Cheryl felt her pussy flood as the first orgasm ripped through her, causing her body to shake and tremble uncontrollably. Giving herself over to the sensations coursing through her body, Cheryl rode the orgasm for all she was worth.

As she sensed the orgasm subsiding, Pat increased her pleasuring of Cheryl, concentrating on the nub of her clit this time. Slowing the pace of licking, while at the same time increasing the pressure. Cheryl instantly hit another peak and came again.

Pat eased a couple of fingers into Cheryl and worked them in and out. Soon, they were sticky and covered in Cheryl's orgasmic juices. And so it continued, time and time again Cheryl orgasmed, as Pat took her to places she never knew existed. Every time Cheryl thought she could go no higher and that things were over they continued until even Pat was tired out. Her tongue was aching and sore from the friction of it on Cheryl's pussy.

Pat slid up the bed to lay alongside a shocked and exhausted Cheryl. Her face sticky and wet with Cheryl's orgasmic juices.

"I think that was at least five," Pat murmured as she snuggled her face into Cheryl's neck, the move surprisingly intimate even after all they had just done.

"Well, that's three things I've never done before now. Cheat. Have multiple orgasms like that, lots of orgasms in a session yes, but never a multiple one like that, and I've never had sex with a lesbian before."

Pat's reply was instantaneous, "Firstly, I'm Bi, not a lesbian. Yeah, I'm married to Zoe, but I like men as much as girls, and it could have been the other way around. But Zoe knows I like the feel of a proper cock now and then. She understands and goes along with my needs. Even her strap-on doesn't feel the same as a real-life cock. It can't fill me with cum for one thing. But I'm Bi, not gay. I don't, well didn't, cheat on Zoe with girls, so that's a first for me as well.

"As for cheating, I bet if you told Ralph you'd had sex with me he wouldn't think of it as cheating."

"Oh come on! Not that old myth; men will forgive a woman for cheating if it's with another woman. Bollocks."

"Well, try it and tell him. Anyway you've not cheated fully, and neither have I... You've not gone down on me."

"Yet." Cheryl paused before continuing with a shy grin on her face. "I suppose if I'm cheating, and trying lesbian sex then I'd better go the whole way."

"Well, it would only be fair after all, but don't worry, I don't expect five orgasms, one from you will do me fine enough."

Cheryl pulled Pat to her and kissed her gently on the lips, pulled her top over her head, then moved her way slowly down Pat's body, kissing and nipping at the flesh with her pearly white teeth.

Pats' boobs were bigger than Cheryl's but still firm and appealing, especially so to a woman with small boobs who was undergoing her first lesbian experience. Cheryl sucked and licked on them. Squeezed and played, tweaked and pinched the nipples as Pat grew increasingly turned on. Feeling a growing need to go further, Cheryl kissed her way down Pat's body. As she reached the waistband of Pat's skirt, Pat lifted her hips off the bed and allowed Cheryl to pull it and her panties off.

Reaching Pat's groin, Cheryl paused for a second; before she brushed her lips gently over Pat's shaved pussy lips, savouring the taste and feel of a pussy for the first time.

Unlike Pat, Cheryl took her time as she played. Not knowing what she was doing or if it was the right thing, she did to Pat what she liked having done to herself. Not only that, she enjoyed oral sex. She knew she had more control than with regular sex and relished the power she seemed to have over her partners. Also, she always felt as though she was giving of herself entirely when she performed oral sex on anyone and that increased her own pleasure.

Her tongue played up and down the increasingly moist and responsive slit. From the moans and groans escaping Pat's lips, it seemed the right thing.

Cheryl sucked and nipped on Pat's clit. Holding it in her lips, then biting down gently on it with her teeth, taking care not to press too hard. As she held it there, her tongue lashed over the end.

Pat screamed out as she came, her body thrashing around, her hands pulling Cheryl's face hard against her pussy as she clamped her legs around Cheryl's neck, trapping her in place until she had finished orgasming.

As Pat released Cheryl from her place between her thighs, she wound her fingers in her air and pulled her up the bed until they were face to face. Staring into one another's eyes, they gently kissed and cuddled together until it was time for Cheryl to pick up the kids from school.

Pat and Zoe had a great time on their holiday, and neither Pat nor Cheryl spoke of what had happened between them again.