Chapter 15: Swimsuit

Jackie’s assurance turned out to be useless. I returned at twelve-thirty, as I said I would. Only to find Jackie in the pool splashing and playing a game of dunk with Olivia. When she jumped up putting her hands on Olivia’s shoulders her half-grapefruit tits rested on the blonde’s head as she went under. I couldn’t help but notice most all of her breasts were exposed and the band-aid size fabric that was on her tits was basically see-through. Her nipples and their crown were clearly visible. Though the color was muted. The cold water or the excitement had her nipple buds hard and pointed. Plus, the swim-suit fabric adhered to them like a second skin.

Having successfully pushed Olivia under, Jackie looked up before she started her escape from Olivia’s expected retribution. Jackie missed seeing me the first time she hopped up. Though with all the male guests and some females watching her and Olivia, I wasn’t surprised. On her second breaking of the water’s surface, she saw my face. Her eyes grew large and her wrinkled hand covered her mouth. She said, “Oh shit.”

Olivia missed Jackie had stopped fleeing her. And did the same to Jackie as Jackie had done to her. Olivia’s suit was just as see-through as Jackie’s. And it clung to her hard nipples just the same. Only her covering was at least twice the size of Jackie’s. Which was needed for her bigger breasts and areolas.

Jackie came to the surface sputtering and splashed Olivia saying, “Hey, we gotta stop. I’m late getting ready for lunch.”

She splashed back giving Jackie some advice, “You be lunch, and he won’t care you’re not ready.”

“Yeah maybe. But I gotta go,” she said starting to the stairs out of the pool. As more and more of Jackie’s lithe body was above the surface of the water, I couldn’t help but watch. Bo Derek had nothing on her in the way of being utterly sexy. The muscles of her stomach were tight and flat and more were made visible as the wake followed her,. So did every eyeball in the place. When her waist was finally visible, I saw the bottom of her suit was mainly string. Two more steps and everyone saw the bottoms of her bikini were not much wider than her landing strip which had lost the shorter grass lining the runway. It was also like the tiny triangles over her nipples, see-through. I truly believed I could make out individual trimmed short brown curls below the fabric. Her pussy lips might as well have had nothing over them as the fabric dipped down into her pussy’s crack and the small bump at the top of the split was discernible. I could even tell her pussy lips had been shaved of any hairs that had been there when I had left that morning.

The back of the bikini showed more of her ass than a thong. The white string going up her crack was about as wide as the string tied around her waist. Olivia was right. If she agreed to be lunch, I wouldn’t have cared how late she was. I sincerely doubted that was going to happen. She wrapped a towel around her waist and draped a second over her shoulders as she came over to me. “Sorry.”

“Fine but you’re buying lunch,” I said doing my best not to ogle her body as the rest of the crowd was doing.

Walking to the elevator, she said, “OK as long as it’s not too expensive. This suit cost me a lot more than I was planning on spending.” After the doors to the elevator closed she removed the towel around her waist and spun around holding the one on her shoulders up as well. “You like it, Olivia helped me pick it out.”

“She did, did she? Well, it is definitely not what I pictured you in. But yeah what there is, is memorable. Though I can’t imagine why it would cost a lot. Unless they charge by the thread.” I said not wanting to discourage her.

“Yeah, I thought so too, but Olivia said that designer ones actually cost more the smaller they are. There was one that cost double this one and had half as much suit to it.” She said proudly of her newfound knowledge. “Olivia said it looked fabulous on me, but I couldn’t afford it. She has Max’s credit card, but I don’t want yours. Even if you’d give it to me.”

The hint of not being kept was obvious. The suit let me see her ass cheeks shimmy as she walked to the hotel door ahead of me. In the swale of her back, the dimples moved seamlessly with her buns going up and down. Going in she said, “Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go.”

She didn’t go to the bathroom before untying the top of her suit. Evidently, a morning with Olivia had removed almost all of Jackie’s modesty for the time being. The two small patches covering her nipples fell away. Despite having her back to me the hard erasers atop her small breast were clearly visible in the mirror above the dresser. They remained on exhibit while she untied the bottoms at her hip. She held the front as the stings around her waist hung freely. She widened her feet and pulled the narrow white fabric and the strings that made it between her thighs.

I could see her pussy lips deform slightly as part of the string caught between them as she pulled it free. Also new was her landing strip had gotten narrower and would now only do a piper cub plane not a jumbo jet. And the light grass on her labia was completely sheered away. It left them looking silky smooth without a blade of grass daring to stick up even a little. I wondered if Olivia had done the shaving for her or if Jackie had done it herself. Either way it made her pussy look perfectly edible.

Completely naked, she went to the bathroom. She didn’t put another stitch on before she rinsed out the suit. She hung the little better than strings on the shower bar and came back out. Her small tits jiggled and her hips swayed sexily with every step to the room’s dresser.

She stood for a second with the top drawer open deciding something. She pulled out a flesh-colored lace bra with no extra padding or support. When she bent down to pull on the matching lace thong her puckered rosebud and the puffy cunt lips were prominently displayed between her thighs. Standing back upright the thong covered more than her new swimsuit had and the lace bra hugged ten times more of her tits than the small squares she wore in the pool.

Her privates now covered she put on a dress that was open both front and back. Slipped over her head, the erotic vision of her undergarment-covered body was transformed into a sexy woman, dressed such that all I longed to do was return her to the state two minutes prior. She didn’t put on the same sexy heels, she had worn last time but sandals that showed off her cute little toes.

Dressed she ran into the bathroom. She came back out with her hair in wet dog ears. Unlike the last time when she had dog ears and looked adorable, this time she looked absolutely fuck-able and a good ten years younger than she was. I kind of felt bad wishing to fuck her when she looked so young. I never thought of myself as one of those guys who would have the hots for young teens. The saving grace was I knew she wasn’t one.

At the restaurant, the waiter had passable English. I had to laugh when he asked if anyone was joining my daughter and me for lunch. I didn’t bother correcting his misconception. When she ordered a beer, he looked at me to see if it was OK for my teen to have a beer with lunch. The look and attitude toward Jackie continued to be humorous.

All during lunch, I was regaled with how she and Olivia met up by accident in the market. And how Olivia had influenced her choice of swimsuit. Jackie had wanted a more conservative suit but had been talked into the one she bought. She said it was Olivia’s constantly going back to how sexy her body was and it was a shame to cover it up with so much material. She even mentioned that Olivia had helped her put the bikini on, showing her the right way to make sure the top and bottom stayed where it was put. And how when the time required it the top or bottom could be moved out of the way when she was being groped.

I got the feeling the learning was a hands-on experience, by the way, Jackie flushed when she discussed it. She continued going on about her new girl crush, the shops they went to, and how they had ended up in the pool swimming. Jackie ended her rambling saying Olivia had asked if she would join her later that night in the sauna or hot tub. If she wasn’t busy fucking me. Olivia had evidently said she would understand if that was the case. Since she would be fucking me or sitting on my face whenever possible. And sucking my cock when it wasn’t.

I wasn’t expecting Jackie to be so open about Olivia wanting to have sex with me. She, also, let it slip that she had told Olivia, she wouldn’t be disappointed with the face-sitting or cock sucking. I didn’t say anything about her slip-up. Instead, I told her we would be going to the National Museum of Romanian History after lunch. She looked excited to go, as she was becoming as big of a museum-goer as I am.