Chapter 5

Lindie picked up the beige colored bikini top from her bed. Strapping it on, she started to cover her breasts with that thin fabric. It’s almost like the designer had made it just for her. The bottom string hugged the underside of her breasts perfectly as she reached behind herself to tie it.

My breath was taken away when she lifted the neck strap to tie it behind her neck. I know that the material was now covering the objects of my affection, but sometimes, not seeing, is better.

In my opinion her breasts didn’t need support. After all, they wouldn’t be able to hold up a pencil when placed at their juncture with her chest. What really pleased me is the bikini bra accentuated her beyond perfect.

Like I had said when I first saw our hand tattoo on her hip, I uttered a gasping, “Wow!” again.

“You like?” Lindie asked me.

I have to admit that Lindie has always had some sort of effect on me and the emotion I was feeling just then, was right up there with ‘Awe Struck!’

Now, I’m sure almost everyone knows, in one way or another, the statue of the female Goddess, Venus. Put a bikini on her and that’s what I had before me.

I hope you don’t think I’m being sacrilegious here or anything like that. I’m not attempting to denigrate that exquisite statue in any way, shape or form. I’m just trying to express what I felt as Lindie stood before me duplicating the shape and form of Venus’ attributes.

I could digress a little and mention I might have drawn that same comparison when Lindie was before me as that statue of Venus is, well that is, nude. Actually, I guess that’s not exactly true. With Venus there is tapestry material flowing across the her hips. Now, by most interpretations, her right hand -- now missing -- had held that fabric against her left hip, hiding her intimate features.

That pose of Venus adds to her erotic nature, where the viewer lets the tapestry fall in their mind, totally revealing her. Even when viewing the statue directly, I’m sure most would discount that tapestry and say she was nude. Magnificently so.

And that is what I’m trying to convey here. I’m sure men through the centuries have sat, lusted and loved that female form as I have done so for both Venus and my Lindie. Lindie and my impression of that famous statue are synonymous in my mind.

“Hello! ... Earth to Mikey!” Lindie was saying, ending my mental comparison with her form and that of Venus.

“Sorry,” I told her.

“Where did you go to?” she asked.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I sheepishly replied.

“Try me,” was her answer.

“OK. Here goes,” I said. “I was thinking you are more beautiful than Venus de Milo.”

“Wow!” Lindie said. “I think that’s about the nicest ... No ... that is the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

She leaned into me, hugging her hands, up, over and around behind my neck, pulling us together, our lips merging for a kiss. It was brief but no less intense than any other feelings one of her kisses had thrust through me. As our faces parted once more, her smiling countenance matched mine.

Another brief kiss, more like a lover’s smack, and Lindie said, “I need to use the bathroom for a sec before we head over to your house.”

“Be right here,” I told her. “I’m not going anywhere without you ever again.”

“Well, how about the bathroom?” she asked.

“I didn’t think you’d want me in there with you ... you know ... the bathroom privacy thing,” I countered, slightly surprised at her question, but yet not wanting to spend a moment away from her side.

Lindie reached for my right hand, grasped it with her left and said with a seriousness in her smile, she said, “I’d actually like you to join me,” and tugged at my hand. “It’s OK Mikey.”

Never before had I accompanied anyone to their bathroom and observed their habits. Except maybe a few guys along the way, you know in a school’s bathroom or communal public rest room. I guess, I went along with Lindie as much to satisfy my curiosity as to be with her.

She headed toward the John and slipped her bikini bottoms to her knees and sat down. Lindie peered up at me with a smile and I returned mine to hers as I could hear her urine flow into the bowl. There was not anything to see because her knees were together but anyway it felt erotic to me, just being there.

Well, I almost couldn’t see anything really. Well not that I was looking at her private parts. I’d seen them up close and personal just moments before. But I did see something just below the heart tattoo as she sat down, before the crease of her thighs covered it.

I guessed that something was written below the special heart and hands tattoo on her left hip. Thinking about it I thought it was more fancy Old English Script and it seemed like my name was there. I thought that was so cute. I don’t know why she had hidden it before, but she must have had her reasons.

Soon Lindie released my hand and her flow stopped. Grabbing some toilet paper she swiped herself dry. Then things became just a little more intimate. She asked me to take the washcloth hanging from the hook next to the sink and dampen it for her.

I complied and when I handed it to her, she spread her knees as wide as the bikini tied between her knees would allow and rinsed herself off. “That’s better,” she said. “I was getting real sticky down there.”

“I can imagine,” I said and then she asked me to hand her one of the tampons from the box in plain view on the shelf under the bathroom mirror. She ripped the paper wrapper off and handed the waste to me. As I dropped it into the basket, Lindie slid the tampon in, extracted the applicator and as before, handed the waste to me to dispose of.

As I turned back from dropping the applicator in the basket, she stood up, pulling her bikini up while telling me, “Now that’s better. I won’t leak all over the place anymore.”