Please forgive the spelling and grammar. I am not a writer and do not pretend to be one
"What would you like to do today," Tim asked.
I blinked twice. Looking straight at him but not seeing him. I heard myself say, "Anything you want." Then my mind turned blank.
"Kim. Kim, are you alright?
I blinked twice. Then focused on Tim. "What just happened?" I asked.
"I don't know. We were talking. Then you just stared at me."
"I did? I don't remember that. Whatever." I brushed it off. "Anyway, I want to go out in the boat and get some sun. Is that OK with you?"
"That sounds great."
"But I don't have anything to wear."
"You have a drawer full of bathing suits."
"You mean those old ones? None of those suits appeal to me anymore." Tim looked at me, puzzled. "They remind me of what my mother wears. None of those reflect my new attitude. So, if it's OK, I'm going to the store and find a new bikini."
With a gleam in his eye. "Oh good, does that mean we're going shopping again?" Tim asked.
Grinning at him, "Yes and no. Yes, I'm going, and no, you're not.
"OK, you can go, so long as you promise to get one, I will like."
Grinning mischievously, "I promise."
"Great, I'll get the boat ready while you're out."
I went to get dressed to go shopping while Tim started to prepare the boat.
Opening my dresser, I reached for my typical shorts and top. Holding them out in front of me, "That's not what I want." Wanting something a little more revealing,
I looked deeper into the drawer. I found a pair of lite blue shorts at the bottom, a red halter top, and a white thong. I put on the thong, stepped into the shorts, and pulled them up. They were more like boyshorts than shorts. The stretchy fabric conformed to the curves of my hips and bottom. I pulled the halter top over my head and tied it behind my back. The top was made of 2 narrow strips of material about 3 inches wide and tied together behind my neck. They extended down to meet a 3rd piece that wrapped around my midriff. I looked at myself in the mirror. The tight fabric of the shorts showed the lines of the thong underneath.
"That will not do." So, I took off the shorts and slipped out of the thong. Then put the shorts back on. The fabric was pulled tight over my vaginal mound, outlining the slit between my labia lips. I was now sporting a visible camel toe. My breasts filled out the small strips of material that scantily covered my areolas. In the reflection, I could make out my hard erect nipples as they caused the thin fabric to poke out.
There in the mirror was a sexy middle age woman, beaming confidently. "That's more like it." Walking to the car, I yelled out to Tim, "I'm going shopping, and I'll be back in an hour and a 1/2."
"No problem, I'll be ready in half an hour."
I drove to the local department store, walked in, and asked the sales lady where the bathing suits section was. She pointed to a couple of racks in the corner of the store. Looking through them, none of them appealed to me. Finally, I concluded that all they had were suits for elderly women. I returned to the sales lady, "Do you have any other bathing suits?"
"What are you looking for?"
"Ones that have less material."
"That is all we have; you'll need to go to the store next door for something like that."
As soon as I walked in, I knew this store was for me. It catered to mature women who wanted to be seen as sophisticated, confident, and sexy, but not sluty. After 20 minutes, I found two suits I liked and knew Tim would approve of.
I found the dressing room, stepped inside, and closed the curtain. The 1st suit was a one-piece backless G-String slingshot thong bikini. I slipped off my clothes, picked up the bathing suit, and put it on. The semi-sheer black material tied behind my neck then crossed over my shoulders, then down, joining below my navel. This created a deep V between my breast. The fabric was only wide enough to cover my nipples. I could see the small bumps of my areolas as they pressed against the sheer fabric. The cloth continued over my waist, becoming smaller as it crossed my pubic mound. Finally, just past my labia, the material widened slightly enough to cover the cheeks of my derriere. Eventually, becoming straps that wrapped around my waist and tied in the front.
I admired myself in the mirror, rearranging the suit when I noticed a figure move behind me. I must not have completely closed the curtain. Through the opening, I saw a woman watching me. Our eyes met for an instant, and then she quickly moved away. I didn't think much of it and returned to what I was doing.
Looking in the mirror, I thought Tim would enjoy this bikini. It shows everything I want people to see but still hides enough. I'm sure I'll get lots of men's attention and some women's too.
I slipped off the 1
st
suit to try on the 2nd one. It was much more revealing: it started at my shoulders with two beaded strings attached to small white triangles of thin fabric that didn't cover my areolas. Next, the strings crisscrossed my stomach and waist, meeting at a minuscule piece of thin white fabric covering only the upper portion of my labia, this left my vagina uncovered. On the bottom of the triangle, the two beaded strings continued between my legs and then met at my shoulders. I separated the strings to go around my vag, but when they pulled between my butt cheeks, they slipped between my labia lips.
I was looking myself over in the mirror, turning one way and the other. Then, finally, turning around to see my backside. That's when I saw the woman again. She was staring at my body through the opening of the curtain. She hadn't noticed that I had seen her. I have never thought of exposing myself to another woman, but for some reason, the thought of doing it now excited me. A tingling sensation began forming between my legs as I casually moved out of her view. Thinking to myself, "What am I doing." Then, taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the opening, reached out, and pulled the curtain open, allowing her an unabashed view of my semi-naked body. She froze, knowing she was caught, standing there like a deer in headlights.
With a big grin, I asked, "Which suit do you like?"
The expression of panic on her face melted and was replaced with one of curiosity.
She hesitated and finally spoke, "I definitely like this one more than the black one," then she stepped closer.
"Do you think my husband will like it?"
She stepped closer. She was now within arm's reach. "I'm sure he will."
"What part do you think he will like the best?"
She stepped even closer; our eyes locked on each other. I could smell her perfume and feel her breath as she spoke. I was so entranced with her I didn't notice her hands reaching up until I felt them cupping my breasts.
"Mummm," A soft moan escaped from my lips.
"He will like how the bathing suit clings to your breasts."
"What else will he like?"
She moved her hands further, now squeezing my tits, as her fingers circled my areolas, finally zeroing in on my hard nipples. She held them, rolling them back and forth between her fingers and thumbs.
"He will like how your erect nipples poke through the thin material."