Catherine O'hara Bikini Novels & Stories

Normally it rotated luxury brands like cars, perfume, and watches. Tonight it displayed something else. My wife. Cake stood on a beach with the ocean behind her, the glow of the screen making the image look almost surreal against the dark sky. She wore a bikini that left very little to the imagination. The fabric was minimal, and the sides of the bottom were nothing more than thin gold chains resting against her hips while the top curved just enough to remain decent. Sand clung lightly to her skin. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and the wind lifted a few strands across her cheek as she held a bottle of sunscreen toward the camera.

And if he dared to venture into my territory, he must bear the consequences. I wait for Loraine to return, and I’m shocked to see that she is wearing a swimsuit that covers her entire body. I keep staring at her with wide eyes. Loraine used to wear bikinis that were so minuscule, the top barely covered her nipples and the bottom was always a thong that showed her beautifully round buttocks and the front hung so low, I sometimes couldn't contain my lust for her. Drunken of her beauty, I often loved her to the point of madness, spoiled her between the rocks on the beach. But what I see here comes straight from the monastery.

She caused him to lose the self-control that he barely had. Suddenly a sweet aroma hit Oliver’s nostrils, he turned back and there she was. Isabella. She just stepped out, wearing a white bikini which was more revealing than he had expected it to be. The bikini gave a proper show of her perfect curvy figure and her hair was tied up in a messy bun with a few hair strands falling on her face. Oliver averted his gaze and took a big gulp of his wine. “Fuck!” He cursed under his breath. “Hey!” Isabella waved at him as she walked closer to him.

He seemed handsome and gentle, as well as clean and warm. On the other hand, Catherine wore a pink, fluffy, gauze, tube-top gown that was short in the front and long in the back. Her hair was dyed an ash-gray color and pulled back into a tall bun. There was a diamond crown worth up to ten million dollars on her head… At one glance, Catherine seemed youthful and energetic. She also seemed playful and pretty… Sharon stood next to Catherine, wearing a bright red, tight-fitting traditional dress. Her graceful appearance was fully apparent…

A bitchy tone at my back makes me flinch, interrupting us, and I spin to see Charmaine and her sidekick Alice staring down at us. All cleavage and legs, matching skimpy aqua bikinis with towels draped over one arm. These two are the class tan queens, and I guess, unlike most, they don’t get theirs out of a bottle. These two could be the poster children for Florida bimbos who love botox, lip fillers, and implants. More money than brains, and it all goes on their outward appearances. “We came here to chill and meet you two… this is our spot. Get out of it.” Charmaine gestures to the expanse of sand we are sitting on, and I furrow my brow and give her a questioning glare. Irritated by the haugh