Amy's Bikini Shopping in Bali
We had noticed him at the hotel, he was three rooms up from us and was at the pool with his partner when we went every afternoon for a cooling off dip before getting ready to go out to dinner. It was the usual hello, how you going and some idle chat.
This afternoon he was on his own and we smiled and said hello as we pulled up some pool lounges next to him, the only ones under the shade. We had a dinner booking for 6pm, so today it would be a quick drink and dip. The reason for the early dinner was so we could go bikini shopping after, as her current ones were about to fall apart, not a problem to me.
"Hey," he said, "you guys want a drink, my shout. I've just ordered a beer so when it comes, I'll order for you guys."
I looked at Amy, she nodded with a smile. "A daiquiri," I asked her. Another nod as she laid her towel out on the lounge cushion, the lounge between us guys, bending over a little more than usual. Maybe it was her offering for the drink.
"Yes, thanks mate, I'll have a Bintang and Amy will have a strawberry daquiri, if that's okay"
"Sure thing," he replied, and ordered them as the waitress came back with his beer.
I manoeuvred my pool lounge so I could talk and look at Amy's body at the same time. She sat down on her towel with the back of the lounge slightly up for comfort. Her orange and yellow bikini bottom was low on her hips, just above the hair line of her recently manicured mound. It was a beautiful sight as she laid down. Her golden skin, her shapely legs slightly apart, her flat tummy, her perky little boobs adorned with a couple of gorgeous succulent nipples and her long glossy black hair, put in a pony tail resting over one shoulder.
Our drinks came. We all said cheers, as Amy sat up for a sip.
"Where's your wife," I inquired.
"Oh, that's not my wife, that was my sister. She just joined me for a couple of days. She left for Singapore last night to visit our Mum and Dad. They work over there," he replied. "I separated a year ago, so I'm here on my own, no partner, just me." Apparently, they are from Moab, Utah. A long way to come.
Amy sat up for another sip. I think a thought might have entered her head, as it did mine.
After some minor chit chat, I held my hand out for Amy. She grabbed it as she got up, knowing we were going to the pool for a little cooling off.
"He's a nice enough bloke, don't you think," I said, holding her close in the pool as she pushed her mound against my dick. She was teasing as usual, but I thought there might have been a bit more enthusiasm than usual.
"Yes, he is. It's a bit sad he's on his own," she replied.
"That's what I was thinking. Should I ask him to join us for dinner."
"That's a nice thought, sure why not he can only say no."
During our delicious dinner, which he wanted to pay for, I told him we were going bikini shopping afterwards and he was welcome to tag along for some company if he wanted. Then we could finish up with a nice coffee. After some discussion about intruding on our privacy he agreed he would enjoy tagging along, especially when Amy said a second opinion would be welcome, as she said I would pick a pair that doesn't cover much. We all laughed.
"He might agree with me," I said.
"It wouldn't surprise me, you men.......," she chuckled.
I think she was enjoying a little flirting, and I was starting to think she was wanting to continue beyond just flirting. How far yet I don't know, but I will ask, never letting a potential opportunity pass.
It was the third shop where we found the right pair. In the first shop we just looked, held a few pairs up for discussion, had a quiet laugh about sizes and shapes and what they would cover or not cover. We were relaxed, enjoying each other's company. Amy's two wines at dinner helped a little as well.
At the second shop Amy tried on a couple of pairs. The bottoms fitted nicely, one in particular showing us how perfectly her pussy filled them into a soft tight curve, but on both pair the top was a little too big. He was happy to give his opinion when Amy asked, as she paraded around, pulling the bottoms up tight against herself at the front and standing sideways to the mirror checking her bum out. He was very enthusiastic, and from my observations, just a little exited as well. If I noticed, I'm sure she did, and was possibly trying to make it worse for him. My girl is a very cheeky little shit sometimes, with nice consequences.
At the third shop, there it was, the first pair I spotted. She agreed and so did he. But to be sure she got both of us to pick another pair each. She would try them all on and then we would all cast our votes. But of course, her decision would trump a majority vote. Democracy, in the eyes of my girl.
I picked a G String style with a front so low her pussy hair would definitely show without further treatment, even though I talked her into a bikini wax before we came. I knew she would not pick them, but she did agree to try our picks on. He picked a pair that would barely cover her nipples, let alone her boobs. We both had the same thought, maybe. My thoughts were that we would both get to see her arse in the G String and as much of anything else we could.
She tried his on first. She come out through the dressing room curtain and asked him to tie the bra straps up. Easy to undo, that was a positive. The bottoms fit perfectly, but the little triangle patches of fabric showed most of her boobs, and just managed to cover her swollen nipples as they tried hard to push through the fabric. That was a nice sight, which I'm sure he liked and she liked that he liked. I liked. Accidentally, with a cheeky smile, one of her gorgeous nipples managed to escape as she went back behind the curtain and put my extra choice on.
We were now the only ones in the shop. The young attractive Balinese store lady said she would be back in 5 minutes, trusting us completely. The new bra was perfect and so were the bottoms in my opinion. She liked the top but not the bottoms. She looked down at the bottoms and sure enough her pubic hair was just showing. We were all standing within half a metre of each other, a little huddle, looking down at her pussy. I moved closer, pulled the front of the bikini outwards, exposing more pudenda and hair. Her secret crevice was just out of sight between her legs as she pushed her hips forward. Hopefully it won't be a secret later I thought. Amy didn't stop me as I pulled them out, allowing him full view.
"For these ones you would need a bikini wax right down to here," I said, as I run my finger just above the top of her pussy lips. I looked at him for support. He had become very familiar with most of Amy's body during the day and evening, so it wasn't surprising Amy looked at him as well, waiting for a response.
He looked down, "I think your right," he said, as I removed my fingers. "Maybe even to here," he said as he placed his finger inside the bikini and down Amy's pudenda. That was his first intimate touch on Amy and it must have been just a centimetre away from her pussy.
She didn't flinch, "are you sure," she enquired.
"Yes, I think about here," he said, as he ran his fingers down and across her hair again.
I then spun Amy around so I could see her cute bare golden little arse. "Get a good look, you guys, because you are not going to see me in these again," she said and cheekily bent over, showing us her bunched-up pussy neatly wrapped up inside the bikini between her thighs, and at the same time pulled the G string aside to show us her cute little brown pucker. Wow, that naughty little act gave me a shudder in my groin and his too I'm guessing. She is totally controlling our hopes.
I spanked her cheeky bum and said, "You're going to pay for that."
'I hope so,' is what I thought she said as she went back into the cubicle to try on the first pair.
I looked at him, he seemed far off in another world. She'd stunned him, I think. "She can be a bit cheeky sometimes," I said, bringing him back from wherever he was in the universe.
"Yes, she is a little cheeky, but I like that. Man, you are so lucky she is gorgeous," he added.
"I heard that, you guys," she said as she came out wearing the first pair I picked. Perfect. Her small cute boobs filled the top nicely, and looking closely they showed her glorious plump nipples. The bottoms covered her arse nicely and her pussy filled the front perfectly, showing the gorgeous soft curved shape between her legs. They were not high waisted and only just covered her pussy hair. Just perfect.
"They are perfect," I said, looking her up and down, spinning her around, taking in how they moulded to her body parts. "What do you think," I asked him, as Amy stood smiling in front of us, legs slightly apart, one hip to the side, hands on hips. I knew she was horny, there was a feint damp spot showing at the crutch of the bikini bottom. I didn't mention it.
"Agree, definitely agree," he said slowly, doing as much looking as me.
