Author's Note: This story builds slowly, so if you are looking for some real action, the heating begins cranking up in chapter 2. And chapter 3. And chapter 4... So, let the naughtiness begin!
All characters engaging in any sexual activities are 18 years or older. This story is a work of fiction, and any similarity between any characters and any person, living or dead, is only in your dirty little mind!
I am not much of a shopper, which is a shame, because Nice's streets are lined with shops of all sizes selling every kind of souvenir, designer clothes, Rolexes--you name it, they sell it. My sister Alyssa shops, so when she dragged me into a shop, it annoyed the hell out of me because each second spent shopping was another second I had to wait until my sister took her top off again.
I dreamed of her tits last night. In my dream, her breasts tasted like those pastries, delicious chocolaty chestnut hidden under pure white fondant topped with a large cherry circle of light pink. I sucked the pink cherries and the white cream coating, and the chocolate chestnut filling melted in my mouth. Hottest dream of my entire life!
This shop sold women's clothing, while all I wanted was one particular woman without her clothing. An 18-year-old blonde American. She led me to the back, to a table covered with bikinis, one of which she held up a tiny one of green and gold fabric. Very little little fabric. At the waist, a little gold chain held the front and back pieces together.
"What do you think of this?"
"It's...tiny."
"The sizes are different here, I'm not sure which size to buy. Do you think this one is too small?"
"Too small as in too sexy, or too small as in..."
Glaring at me, she answered, "Too small. I'm not sure about the coverage."
"The point obviously is not to cover much."
"Maybe I should try it on for you."
"Do they have one size larger?"
She held one up, slightly larger, perhaps large enough to cover the important bits. "That's what I thought. I was afraid to try them on because I don't know what the rules are here in France. They might make me buy it if I try it."
She wore it to the beach under shorts. The slightly larger size. Seeing how little the larger one covered, I almost wish she had modeled the smaller one for me--that would have been some show!
If anything, her breasts were more mesmerizing the second time. The sunscreen did a wonderful job, her breasts still carved from white marble despite the sun two days before. Her nipples blushed perhaps a brighter pink, making me wonder if the sun may have kissed them a little too much. What does a sunburned nipple look like?
As she pulled the Coppertone from her bag, I asked, "Need any help applying that?"
For the briefest second, she hesitated, and I knew she almost answered differently. "That's probably not a good idea. An interesting one, to be sure, but not a good one."
"What's the worst that could happen?"
"Same as the best that could happen, I guess; we might like it."
"Might? Admit it--you'd love it." She is not the only one who would love it. I tried to think of something to bring back the vanilla shake, but seeing her topless again rendered my brain basically non-functional.
"Want to hear something funny? If Daryl hadn't dumped me, can you imagine me doing this? I'd feel like I was cheating on him if I went topless in front of God and everybody."
"Thanks, Daryl," I said, eliciting a slight milk shake. "We haven't talked much about it. How are you doing with it?"
"Oh, you know. It sucks, yet at the same time I feel free for the first time since my sophomore year when we started dating."
This way of celebrating her freedom was highly enjoyable. "Still miss him? Or are you over him?"
"Oh, I don't know. I've moved into the anger phase, but how angry can I be in such a wonderful place having so much fun? Isn't this place magical?"
"I'm having a great time."
"So am I. Thought I would be missing Daryl and feeling miserable, but instead I'm having a great time and enjoying every minute of it."
No one enjoyed her freedom to sunbathe topless more than me. "Well, good for you! Don't let him drag you down."
"You deserve some of the credit."
"How?"
Lifting her towel off her face enough to peek out at me from under it, she said, "Haven't you figured it out by now?"
I will admit to being to being totally clueless. "Tell me!"
"Without you here, this could have been pretty boring. Who knew you could be so fun to hang out with? It's almost like having a boyfriend here without all the stress and drama."
"Well, you can always feel free around me. In my experience, most of the time, dating isn't nearly as fun as it should be."
"This is fun, isn't it?" She turned her head and lifted up the little handtowel covering the tender skin of her face to look at me. "The beach, I mean. More relaxing than the first time."
Hell yes! Perhaps more relaxing, but not one tiny bit less entertaining. I played it cool, though and agreed. She pointed to the side, using the opposite arm across her body, which pushed up one boob magnificently. "There's the diving board. I dare you to dive off."
What she described as a diving board was not exactly my idea of a diving board. What it really was puzzled me, but a couple of kids jumped as we watched, falling about 20 feet to splash into the blue Mediterranean. Another followed, doing a flip. It looked scary as hell, but topless girls yield great powers, and the power topless sisters possess is virtually unlimited. "Sure. Are you going to come watch?"
Heads swiveled to watch her pass as we hiked down to the end of the beach. I can't blame them, either, because Alyssa walks with a bounce in her step that is simply captivating when she's topless. "Oh, remind me when we get back: I got a little sunburn on my back the other day, so I will need you to put sunscreen on me later."
Not as fun as rubbing it on her front, but the thought stirred my loins, raising the question of how seriously can you be injured diving 20 feet with a boner?
