Please note - All characters in this fictional story are over the age of 18. The second chapter is currently being written! Enjoy!
I was excited when our field trip to the local beach finally came. This meant that I would finally be able to wear a bikini again after months of winter and the constant barrage of snow and hail that it brought. Mr Rayner announced that we were going on the excursion to study the foundation of the beach, but we all knew it was actually just for fun. He was a genuinely great teacher and treated all of us with kindness. I went to private, all girls school and was in the senior biology class with Mr Rayner.
I opened my closet and brought out all my available swimwear, but there was a problem. I should've known that after months of growing ever so slightly, these bikinis would eventually become smaller. I cursed myself for forgetting to buy a new pair, like I always do after winter. The largest I had, were a pair consisting of a yellow bra top and a white bottom, even though they were the largest, it was over 6 months ago when I had last worn them, and they looked ever so tight.
I got out of my nightdress and put on the bra, making sure to tie the knots firmly around my neck and back. After putting on the pants, I slipped into a plain black skirt and a sleeveless white top. I examined myself in the mirror, checking for imperfections. My bright yellow bikini could easily be seen through the clear white blouse, but I, regretfully, didn't care. My black skirt displayed the majority of my thighs while still being fairly modest. Anyone with a good eye could've easily made out the rest of my thighs along with my bright panties covered by the slightly translucent black fabric. After brushing my blond hair neatly, so that it fell to the small of my back, I was happy. The only thing that bothered me, was the pressure on my breasts. I didn't have a very large chest, only 30B, and wasn't tall, standing at 5' 2", but the bra was still fairly tight.
Shortly after arriving at school, I hoped onto the bus along with everybody else. We had to ride a public bus instead of our school bus because it was being 'repaired'. The bus was cramp full with other passengers, so I had to remain standing. At one point during a sharp turn, I fell backwards into someone. It was Mr Rayner. My butt landed directly on his hand and I quickly recoiled back into my previous position in embarrassment. But his hand remained on my cheek. I tried to brush it off, but he remained firm. I turned around, looking at him closely. I never noticed how handsome he was. He had short black hair and was in his mid twenties. He had an exceptionally good build, not surprising considering he was a sports teacher. He just smiled at me, which probably meant that he would keep his hand on my butt for the rest of the ride.
