This story is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. Thus, all characters are fictitious. At the same time, they are all over 18...
Tip: Read Parts 01 through 08 before this, to get the background.
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'Coming swimming with me later, Becky,' said Gaia. It wasn't exactly said as an order, but it was a strong suggestion, and the slight error of saying "coming," instead of "come," just added a bit of ambiguity. It certainly wasn't just a question or invitation. She said it like it was simply what was happening.
Well, I liked the suggestion. 'Yes, OK. In the pool, or the sea?'
'Both. Sea first, then a sauna, then the pool. I'm having the afternoon off. Jack can take care of the place. He's my right hand man.' She laughed, with an adorable little snort. 'Put costume on and meet me here at one.' Clearly, she had plans for me, and I had absolutely no problem with that.
I went out to Storm, to root my bikini out of the pannier, then returned to my room to get ready. I was so full of anticipation, I was very tempted to have a nice luxurious wank, or get myself off with the "vigorous" shower, but I resisted. I was definitely a little moist as I put on my bikini though.
The bikini was black, with a halter-neck top, gold links joining the two cups and the sides of the briefs, and S-shaped gold hooks to fasten the straps of the top. I'd bought it at Bra-Va at the same time as my Triumph undies, and of course it was also by Triumph. It was definitely the gold details that sold it to me. Having just bought Storm, with her gold fork legs, I had a bit of a gold thing going on at that time.
Anyway, it was very sexy, and I put it on in front of the tall mirror. That halter-neck top and my boobs were simply made for each other, and I loved how it felt, putting it on. The way the cups just lifted the weight of my heavy breasts slightly as I reached behind me to hook the neck strap, and the way the shape of the thing created the perfect amount of fullness and the perfect cleavage. There's no doubt; Triumph International definitely know a thing or two about showing off a big pair of boobs.
I put on my white shorts over the briefs, and my flip-flops, and I was going to put on a tee shirt, but at the last minute, I looked in the mirror again and decided to boldly go without.
I'd heard that in some places in Italy, being seen in swimwear away from the beach is frowned on -- people even get fined -- but the beach was only across the road, so I thought I'd be OK.
Just before one o'clock, I grabbed a small beach bag and went down to reception, and Jack beckoned me into the bar. 'Becky... here a minute.' I walked over and he said, rather cheekily, in a low voice, 'You must have pressed all the right buttons last night, eh? Taking the arvo off to spend it with you? She NEVER does that.'
'Hey, mind your own business, cheeky boy.' I said in mock rebuke.
He looked momentarily contrite, but then grinned. 'It's so bloody cool. I've never seen her act like this. You've caught her pants on fire.'
All the time he was talking, his eyes kept flicking to my bikini top and back, in typical male fashion. Gay or not, he obviously appreciated a nice rack... or maybe just a nice bikini top.
Gaia appeared, wearing a beautiful calf-length cotton beach dress, which just allowed a glimpse of a white bikini underneath. Unexpectedly, she kissed me three times on both cheeks. I was used to the cheek kisses now, and had become good at them. They are only "air kisses" really, but the third one was a surprise. Jack later told me that a third kiss either conveys an extra affection or connection, or can be a gesture meaning good luck. Obviously, in this situation, it was the former. Oo-er.
She looked at me and pouted at my bust. 'Mm, very nice bikini, Becky. Looks wonderful.' Then she smiled. 'Let's go swim.' She put on a pretty convincing Aussie accent and said 'See ya later Jack,' and we walked out, leaving him grinning and shaking his head.
We crossed the road to the beach, which was huge and quite sparsely populated. Rimini is famous for its beach but the only impressive thing about it, to my eyes, was the sheer size of the expanse of flat, white sand. I tend to prefer a small beach in a rocky cove, but if you like a long strand of flat sand, this is the place.
The sun was very powerful, so I was glad I'd put on plenty of factor 50, but Gaia had obviously spent years doing this, hence her gorgeously dusky complexion. She also had more suitable footwear -- a pair of croc-style plastic sandals - while I struggled along in her wake in my flip-flops.
When we got close to the water she stopped and we put down our beach bags, then she whipped off the beach dress in one fluid movement, revealing her bikini. It was not what I expected.
It was white (I did expect that) but it was made of a very fine material -- almost sheer, but not quite, and the bottoms were not the usual skimpy briefs, but a pair of almost trunks, like some female athletes wear, with "Arena" in big letters on the waistband.
It was sporty rather than sexy, but on her it couldn't help being sexy. I actually thought the slightly longer bottoms made her thighs look even more scrumptious, and the contrast with her tanned skin was exquisite.
I almost thought I could see the shapes of her areolae through the material but it may have been my imagination (I have a good imagination for such things). Once we'd playfully splashed each other in the surf, and the material was wet, the shape of her vulva was suddenly quite apparent. I definitely didn't imagine that.
It was the first time I'd worn this bikini to swim, and I was pleased to see what happened to the material once it was wet; it became shiny -- almost glistening - making the full curves of my boobs look even more eye-popping, like a pair of black shiny bowling balls, but much softer and more accommodating. I don't think Gaia could help noticing.
'Come on,' said Gaia, 'let's swim...' and she crashed through the modest Adriatic surf and set off with a purposeful front crawl. She set a fast pace, and took me by surprise, but I'm a strong swimmer and I soon caught her up so that we were swimming side by side. She didn't ease up though, and I gradually started to feel uneasy.
Strong swimmer I may be, and I could keep up with her easily, but I have no real experience of sea swimming, and we were heading straight out into the Adriatic Sea, where there was nothing until the Croatian coast, over 100km away.