Flames Bikini Novels & Stories

Emma shook her head and laughed, “go, I’ll get us some seats. I’ll keep an eye out, Katie.” I took my dress off and folded it neatly, then handed it to Emma. I wore my favorite bikini. It wasn’t as revealing as Leia’s, but it suited me. I was blessed, or cursed, with my mom’s curves. So I had to wear something that supported the ladies. My mom had helped me pick this one out, she loved floral patterns. It was lilac with a bunch of flowers. A top with underwire and some high waisted bottoms. Leia was wearing a black string bikini and looking really cute. She pulled my by hand to the water and she dove right in. The water was warmer than I thought it would be and I saw kids having fun around m

It doesn’t mean my fist or foot won’t reach your nose or balls quicker than you can swipe one of these long arms of yours. “Vaddy’s my friend. Maybe you can send for her?” The one I’m talking to doesn’t reply, but when another security glances back, I follow his gaze to the girl many feet away, leaning on one of the gigantic pillars of the building. She’s wearing a butterfly-themed bikini. Her makeup matches the vibe too. And her eyes… bloody hell, the smokiness could roast my very self. And I don’t even know if it’s the amount of eyeshadow she applied on it, or if it’s how she’s looking at me like her blade will best fit on my throat.

“Then take what you want, Professor. I’m all yours.” She straddled him quickly, hiking up her tight skirt. The cool air of the lecture hall kissed her bare thighs, raising goosebumps. She pulled her soaked panties aside, feeling the slick heat of her own arousal. His thick cock felt scorching hot and velvety as it rubbed against her dripping, sensitive folds. “You’re deleting that video right after this,” she demanded, lowering herself onto him slowly. Every thick inch stretched her open with a delicious, burning pressure that made her gasp sharply. The fullness felt overwhelming.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, stop worrying yourself. I would kill to have a body like yours. James's jaws will drop when he sees you." "We have the same body," I told her, looking at her slim curves in her crop top and high-waist jeans. She holds up her thumb and index finger with half a millimeter of space between them. "Almost." I threw a kimono over my bikini and wore beaded flip-flops at my feet. Luc wore an identical bikini and I wondered why she would own two of the same style and colour. Her kimono was white while mine was black. We had the same flip-flops.

"That one is pretty. How's it fit?" Gemma had on a black bikini with full cups and low-riding bottoms that tied at the hip. The cups on the top had a pattern of crystal sequins on them. "Pretty good," she said, looking in the mirror and tugging at the top in a couple of different ways. "I'm not afraid I'm going to pop out. Not sure about the butt though." "I like the butt," Sabrina said, standing up and tugging on the bottoms. "What do you think, John?"

Distraction. I showered again—quick, hot, angry—then stood in front of the closet. I chose the orange bikini from yesterday, the one with the tiny triangles and thin ties. Over it, I wrapped a sheer sarong in matching sunset colors, knotting it low on my hips. Gold sandals. Hair loose and wild from the salt air. A little makeup—smoky eyes, glossed lips. I looked in the mirror and saw someone who looked confident, sexy, untouchable.

’ He asked as the most beautiful woman he had ever set eyes on walked across the patio, ‘Hi guys sorry I’m late I couldn’t find my bikini, I had packed it in my handbag instead of my suitcase’ She smiled and the sun caught her stunning hair making it glitter like molten silver it was so pale, he watched her tip off the sheer shirt that covered her bikini to reveal a body that set him on fire. Jasmine saw the look on her brothers face, she had never seen him look like that before and a frown crossed her face

Our lips met in a fiery embrace, the taste of her on my tongue igniting a wildfire of longing. With every touch, every caress, the heat between us intensified. The fabric of her clothes became an obstacle, begging to be shed. Slowly, deliberately, I undressed her from her bikini, revealing the raw beauty that lay beneath. Each layer removed was a testament to the desire that burned within us, a silent promise of the passion yet to come.

While she rang them up, he leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Wear the coral one tonight,” he murmured. “No panties. I want easy access on the balcony.” My thighs clenched; heat flooded low in my belly. I nodded—too flustered to speak. Next boutique: swimwear. Tiny bikinis, high-cut one-pieces, crochet cover-ups. Killian selected without hesitation—a black string bikini: triangle top that would barely cover my nipples, high-cut bottoms that would show the full curve of my ass. He handed it to me with a look that promised sin.

014. Axel’s gaze roamed over Amber’s bikini-clad body, his eyes lingering on her curves. Her bikini was a vibrant, electric blue, with beautiful white floral patterns that accentuated her tanned skin. The tiny triangles barely contained her full breasts, and the high-cut bottoms hugged her hips, showcasing her toned legs. Amber’s long, midnight black hair cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful smile. Her sunglasses perched on her forehead, and her lips shimmered with gloss.