Chapter 17

Both bedrooms had queen-sized beds and ensuites.

We had a modestly sized lounge and a kitchenette area with a small four-seat dining table. It was tastefully decorated in blues and silvers and spacious. The balcony was wide enough for you to sit comfortably on it with your feet stretched out.

Dad had told me there was three grand on the tab, and I was to spend it. We were only here for three nights and four days minus travel. Since it was lunchtime, we decided to pick somewhere to eat, and we would unpack later.

Winter was their slow time, and even though it was school holidays, our hotel porter said the place wasn’t packed. He mentioned that the Waterpark section was now fully heated, so it was still open. James groaned when I grinned. I loved water in any way, shape or form.

Back home, Dad had even put in a 25m lap-pool for me. I swam most mornings when on the night shift, as it relaxed me enough to go to sleep; I ran when I got up in the afternoon. My runs and swimming were reversed for the day shift.

We picked a cafe and had a leisurely lunch. It wasn’t a particularly cold day as it was in the twenties (degrees-C). So, we ate our Works burgers outside in the sunshine before we headed back to the room to change and unpack.

As we passed by one of the boutiques, James pulled me inside.

“I’ll only go to the Waterpark if you wear that?” he said, pointing out a swimsuit.

The suit was accompanied by a soft cotton wrap and a tote-bag for your towel and junk. I looked at the suit and then looked around the store and grinned.

“Only if you wear them,” I pointed to a pair of dick-togs.

They were navy blue in the centre panels but had wide yellow panels down each side that were a third each of the front and back. The legs were also cut to sit higher on his hips, and they didn’t quite reach the waistline.

“Sugar, they wouldn’t be a good idea if you get me aroused,” James said dubiously.

“If you expect me to wear that suit, then fair is fair,” I replied.

The suit he had pointed to was theoretically a one-piece in that the top did connect to the bottoms, but a lot of material was missing between the two. The top section was the same yellow as on his suit, and the bottom was the same blue.

A thin strip of elasticised material created the halter neck. It then ran in front of the armpits and down each side. It curved over the top of my arse to create the top band of the bottoms.

A not very wide strip of material curved over my arse cheeks and folded up to the front with another thin strip of material covered elastic linking it to the band at the back just above my hip bones.

Pleated triangles attached to the band at my armpits and linked up with a clip between my breasts. Bikinis weren’t popular with Waterparks as they tended to come adrift. I actually liked the suit and thought it would be robust enough.

However, I was also aware that the yellow material would become almost transparent when wet, and it wasn’t padded. While my tits had grown to a bit more than a handful and a mouthful, I wasn’t used to putting them on display. My nipples would definitely be on show once I was wet.

James looked at the suit he wanted me to wear and back to the matching dick-togs on the other mannequin.

“Do I get the shirt?” he asked me with a slight whine.

“Yes,” I replied with a big grin.

So, we bought the togs.

We went to our suite, unpacked and changed.

When we met up in the sitting area, James was also wearing a loose-fitting pair of shorts over his dick-togs. I didn’t comment as I had put on the navy-blue wrap with little yellow triangles that looked like sailboats on it. We slipped our thongs on our feet, added his towel to my tote. He then took it from me to carry.

We did have a lot of fun. As the hotel porter had informed us, the park wasn’t crowded, and the waiting lines for the slides were short. Our suits did attract a bit of attention. I had to be careful not to brush against James too often in the lines, as he had a few problems controlling his cock.

As he had predicted, the yellow panels did become a little revealing as the blue panels were not wide enough to cover what he had swelling in them. He spent a lot of time pulling the bottom of his shirt down on the left side.

I just pretended that my nipples weren’t on display, although it was a bit hard with James looking at them so often. He wasn’t the only one looking, but his height, physique and glare at anyone who looked too long, did tend to ensure I wasn’t bothered by anyone.