Eden Mccoy Bikini Novels & Stories

A girl, lying on her back in crystal-clear ocean water, sunlight dancing on her skin, her bikini clinging to every curve. She smiled mischievously, alive, free, untouchable. His heart slammed in his chest. "Fuck, this one's so young," a boy shouted. Spencer stepped forward instinctively, elbowing someone aside to get a better look. "Hey man, must you push me like that?" someone groaned, but Spencer barely heard him. His whole world narrowed to one thing— Her. "Who is that?" Spencer muttered, almost breathless. "That's the new model trending right now," Lana chirped, snatching the magazine away. "Monica Banks."

The sight that greeted me nearly made me drop my drink. It was Michelle. She was walking out of the pool like a goddess, water cascading down her body. Her pale skin glowed ethereally under the soft pool lights and moonlight. The tiny bikini she wore left almost nothing to the imagination. Water droplets traced seductive paths down her breasts, her flat stomach, and her toned thighs. She moved with such natural grace and confidence that I forgot how to breathe for a second. My cock hardened painfully in my pants at the sight.

" They laughed at that not far from the truth. Mackayla who was out getting a drink and helping Shelly set up the table for lunch turned to see what she meant and the four men stopped laughing at the sight of her even her uncle who was not used to seeing Mackayla bear so much skin. She was in a green one piece: bearing a high cleavage rate, thong like bottom exposing hips, waist, and ass. The mid-drift was cut out revealing her belly ring. The back was also cut low.

It fell swiftly to the floor, the warm ocean breeze blowing across my now exposed nipples. Running his hands over my abdomen, Jake moved his hands down to my bikini bottom. He ran his hand down the front of my bikini, focusing his fingers right over my core. He tugged down on both sides, allowing the bottoms to fall to the floor. In other situations, I may feel self-conscious, especially being naked on a boat. But in this moment, I did not care.

he added, holding it up with a playful grin, seemingly undeterred by my growing apprehension. The bikini he held up was striking: a black design with crisscross mesh sides that left little to the imagination, while the top featured only small fabric circles to cover the essentials. I could easily picture Evei rocking something like this, but there was no way I could bring myself to wear it, not with the thought of strutting around almost naked in front of a gaggle of thirsty men.

I croaked holding the small yellow string bikini. There would be no hiding things with this on.

Half the freshman class in various stages of buzzed, tipsy, or gone. Roman was across the circle, his hoodie unzipped, sleeves shoved up, solo cup in hand. Legs spread. Back against a log. Watching me like he wasn’t even trying to hide it. My skin flushed under his stare. Like a secret only we knew. Until she showed up. Maddi. Wearing white. A bikini that was barely fabric and more attitude. Her skin kissed golden. Wet hair slicked back. A slow smile curling her mouth like she was stepping onto a stage she owned.

"I agree. Let's see what kind of ruckus you two are going to cause out here." Kara blushed deeper and glanced over at Kelly. Duncan was proud to see that she wasn't blushing. She was getting much more confident and comfortable with herself, and was realizing how gorgeous she was when she was scantily clad. She smiled comfortingly at the other redhead and pulled the small shorts off. The front of the bikini was only slightly more modest than her top had been. There was a diamond of fabric that barely covered her pubic hair, covering her pussy and sliding backwards before it turned into a string that slid up between her butt cheeks. She spun around to let him see the rest.

Fucking God. Just send an earthquake to swallow me whole. A black two-piece bikini clings to my body, still damp from a swim. The top barely covers my boobs, each cup is held together with small gold star-shaped charms, while the matching bottoms hang low on my hips, showing far more skin than I'd ever wear anywhere else. Most girls walk around practically braless on beaches back in America. No one goes out of their way to shoot their shot because of it. "Ah!" I gasp when Dominic's hand clamps around my bruised wrist. His fingers tighten. I hiss through my teeth. His eyes immediately drop to the fading bruise.

Ava said, distracting him from that devouring look she saw in his eyes. DeMarco could see this was a solemn moment. "What's that?" "We always come prepared to swim, since the ocean surrounds our area." DeMarco smiles. "I'm always ready to skinny dip." Ava laughs. "No, not in this area of the beach." "Okay, will they accept my black bikini silk underwear?" DeMarco had a wonderful sense of humor that kept her laughing. He's so shamelessly sexy. She replied, smiling. "I'll accept them."