Flames Bikini Novels & Stories

Wasn’t hard to figure out that he was behind the non-stop purchasing. I’m wearing a bikini that’s a nice shade of coral and a matching sarong around my waist in a pale print. I’m not really a bikini wearer, but I don’t feel so self-conscious, now two women’s breasts are jaunting around on deck before me. The men must be used to the spectacle as none of them seem to pay any attention to the naked boobs. This surprises me, in fact, Jake seems to avoid looking that way at all. Totally un-Carrero of him.

But she could not deny the allure of the cool water, the promise of a refreshing dip. With a hesitant sigh, Florence began to undress. She slipped out of the maxi dress, revealing the black bikini she had worn underneath. It was a simple, yet elegant piece, perfect for a casual dip in the lake. As she stepped out of the dress, she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. She was about to do something bold, something daring.

Anita and her made it back from the shopping mall on time, and she had to admit, she was very pleased with her purchase. She settled for a pale blue bikini with halter top and bottoms that tied on each sides and Anita chose a pink bikini with thin straps. " Hi there stranger", someone called. " Hello Bruno", she replied, waving at him. He sauntered his way to them, Bruno's eyes lit with excitement. " I see you are getting ready for the bonfire", he drawled, smirking at them. She gave him a sly smile lifting her hands to shield her face from the bright afternoon sun, she forgot her sun shade and sunscreen at home.

Claire's POV Wallowscreek is not one of the biggest towns in the states. It has only one boutique. There is a beautiful dress, and I do buy beautiful lingerie because I know Damon. Tonight we are not only going to celebrate at the hotel, but also eat good food and drink good wine. It is going to be more than a celebration. I also know that the party is going to continue either at my place or his. Damon is a man of his word. He will never go back on his word. He wants me to model the lingerie for him, and he is going to make me do that. I don't mind. I like having sex with him, but I don't want to lose my heart to him. I know he is a very dangerous man. I got burned once before, and I am not

“I want the raw one.” Jamal smiled darkly. He closed the distance and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under the bikini to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the cool evening breeze on her exposed skin made her shiver. He slowly peeled the bikini off her body, letting it fall. The warm breeze kissed her naked skin while his burning touch left trails of fire wherever he caressed.

NADIA MY RIVAL “What the fuck is your problem? Don’t you ever have anything better to do aside from always getting on my nerves, you little piece of shit?” Nadia screamed, voice sharp enough to cut through the post-game noise on the court. Her chest heaved, her skin glowing with sweat under the lights, full breasts straining against her sports bra as she glared pure fire at me. God, she’s stunning when she’s pissed. That fire only made me want her more.

"Did Mr. Foster tell you there was some emergency at work again? Hehe! Well, he does have something to do at the office." Then, I received a video call request. My throat went dry. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to find the strength to answer. It was a view in a fitting room. Lexie was wearing the wedding dress that Brandon and I had spent so much time working with the designer to perfect. The delicate straps slipped off her shoulders as she draped herself over Brandon. His hands roamed greedily up her smooth, pale thigh. In the middle of the wet, obscene sounds of their kissing, his voice was husky and low.

I thought I’d see her surprised reaction, but I guess it boomeranged on me. “Oh dammit, woman!” I exclaimed, my eyes widening. “What?” Then she gave me a cheeky-ass grin. Dammit. This woman. I flushed my lungs with fresh air as I massaged the bridge of my nose. “Sheesh, you are not helping me.” Though I tried, my attention just wouldn’t shift away from her curves that she so proudly flaunted. She was wearing a black bikini, tied securely, but I could easily untie if need be. Her breasts—my lovely mountains—stood proudly, enshrouded by the thin material. I could clearly see her two sweet elevations in the middle. They were begging for me to touch it, roll it with my thumb in aching slowness.

She stared at me for a few moments before she did as instructed. Wearing my new swim trunks, I waited for her outside the women’s dressing rooms. She emerged wearing a blue tankini with boy shorts. Part of me hoped that she would choose a bikini, but she isn't like other girls. Avery has scars, lots of them, that even Enya’s magic couldn't entirely heal; she faded most of them, except those claw marks on her back. I walked up to her and yanked the price tags off. “Good, let me go pay, and then we can have our beach day.” I picked up the other items she had stacked outside the dressing room and went to pay for them all. It didn't cost as much as I expected, then I looked at a beach towel and

her fingers which made her snap out of whatever thoughts she had in her head and focus on me. I was upset with her for damn near the entire night. First the dress, then the injury and now this, her not paying attention and ended up accidentally burning herself. She was so goddamn reckless and careless it made no sense. I had no reason to be upset so why the fuck was I. It made sense to be upset about her injury on the job considering it was job-related and as a captain, she would be in trouble by hiding it, but as for her showing up in that goddamn dress I had a reason to be upset especially showing up in it looking extremely diserable the way that she did. I could barley keep my damn eyes