Eden Mccoy Bikini Novels & Stories

Maccario seemed to manage also much to Zac’s annoyance I smile remembering his reaction. ‘What are you thinking about?’ he whispered as he pulled me back against his chest, my hair was still damp, I was wearing a small triangle silver bikini that Zac approved very much of his hands stroked down my shoulders and arms as I leaned against his bare chest. He was wearing swim trunks that fitted him nicely emphasizing his package which I could feel pressing against my back. ‘You,’ I whispered hornily causing him to smirk as he tilted my head back kissing my lips, the salty water lingered on his lips which made him taste delicious. He broke our kiss before speaking giving me a cheeky wink.

Getting out of the shower and grabbing my phone, I open her social media and start scrolling through the photos until I find one of her in a bikini tanning on a boat. Her bikini is so small that only covers the essentials. The side boobs make my mouth water, her skin shining with beads of sweat, the small trail of blond hair down her stomach, and I lick my lips as I stroke my cock. I close my eyes as I imagine Bonnie on her knees with her red lipstick while I have her hair tangled between my fingers, sucking my cock.

Jenny said, her voice full of concern for Mia, as she changed out of her dress and into a red bikini. "Relax, Jenny. Mia is a Beta wolf; she definitely knows how to swim. If she didn't, she would have declined my invitation. The fact that she accepted means she can swim. Just chill," I said, before stepping out of my blue dress and into a blue swimsuit. It hugged my curves and showed off my bréasts. It was sultry, and I loved how confident it made me feel. "Wow, your bikini is lovely," Jenny said, while Sandra changed out of her orange dress and into an orange bikini.

----------- BETA FEMALE MINDY. I gripped the one-piece swimsuit in my hand as I watched Amber, Catherine, Cassidy, and Amara put on their bikinis. There was nothing wrong with my choice of swimsuit. It was beautiful, but a part of me wanted to try on the teal-colored bikini Amber had shown me. I wondered if I would look attractive in it or if Arlo would like it. He told me I could wear anything, and he would still pant at the sight of me. But I also wanted to try things I had never experienced before.

“That could be… nice.” He laughed again. “No need to pout. It’s a great idea. I just got to it first.” “Fine, yes. You win,” I conceded. “It’s a great idea.” “Bikini worthy?” he asked, glancing at McKenzie. She looked up at me, confused. “Don’t push your luck,” I replied icily. “Aw, come on. All the other girls will be wearing bikinis. Probably barely-there bikinis,” he wheedled. “McKenzie could wear something completely modest by comparison.”

Yup, that's about how my luck runs lately. But that name . . . Mollie. When I hear of a woman with that name, I expect to see cut-off denim shorts, a gingham shirt tied at the waist and braided pigtails. This chick doesn't come off like a Mollie at all. She's all deeply bronzed skin, accented by the simplicity of her tiny black bikini. Her stomach is flat and toned, her legs look endless, and her boobs-well, fuck. They're spilling over the cups of the bathing suit top, and if I were a guy or a woman who swung that way, I'd be drooling over the sexy Ms. Mollie. "It's nice to meet you." I offer her my hand, even though I've decided to hate her. "I'm Jenny."