High Waisted Crossover Bikini Bottoms Novels & Stories

” She was aware that she did not look like she belonged there, at least not at first glance. But holding her chin high, Bianca Cruz sailed in, ready to do battle with the world. Her black high-waisted leggings hugged the generous curve of her hips and thighs, the fabric matte and strong, built for movement rather than show. A deep burgundy sports bra held her firmly, its wide straps disappearing beneath a loose grey tank top that clung slightly where sweat had already begun to darken the cotton. The tank slipped off one shoulder when she moved, revealing a flash of smooth skin and the solid line of muscle beneath.

She wanted to look perfect for Vincent, irresistible, tempting, the kind of sight that would make his eyes darken with that possessive hunger she craved. After what felt like an eternity of indecision, she plucked a vibrant purple two-piece bikini from the rack, holding it up to the light. The top consisted of two small, triangular cups crafted from sleek, stretchy material. At the upper outer corner of each cup, delicate silver rings gleamed, connecting to thin straps that would tie in a halter knot behind her neck. A horizontal band wrapped around the ribcage, ending in a tidy bow at the back. The bottoms were equally daring, a low-rise brief with a narrow, curved triangular panel covering

My breath seized when she let the robe slip down her body to around her feet. My eyes scanned her frame. She was wearing the yellow floral bikini I had first chosen when I went shopping for her. I swallowed as I took in how the top curved around her breasts, with a peek of her cleavage meshed together as the strings were tied behind her neck. My eyes drifted down to the curve of her small waist, her flat stomach and the small patch of bikini bottom that matched the top.

Great I can't believe someone was claiming to own me because of money, I feel so fucking cheap right now and pissed at Tristan for being a huge dick. I followed Maya to the tent where women change into bikinis and swimsuit, "Here this is it" She handed a beautiful red color bikini to me, My eyes caught the price tag and my lips parted "God wouldn't forgive me for putting on something so expensive" I said inside my head. It was over thirty thousand and I wasn't a fan of such mini clothes, The panties barely covered my ass and the bra was just incredible. I whined and complained about Tristan not liking it but she insisted I put on the bikini, She claimed she would love to see Tristan's reacti

He pecks me and goes to place the order for or breakfast. I bring out the black bikini and stare at it. It is a Cutout One Shoulder Bikini Underwire Padded Bathing Suit Cheeky Thong Brazilian Swimsuit. I drop it on the dresser and bring out another black material. It is a Short Sleeve Bathing Suit Cover Up Crochet Swim Beach dress. I like this baggy dress. I drop my towel and put on the bikini and this is when Andre walks back to me. “Our food will be here any minute. You look sexy” He compliments. I twirl showing him house the bikini looks on me.

she suggests. We stroll over and find a delightful array of bikinis and swimsuits on display. I chose a vibrant red swimsuit that offers minimal coverage for my larger bust but provides full coverage in the back. As I emerge from the locker room, I notice Xena clad in an alluring bikini, it barely covers her nipples while her entire ass is on display. Her toned curves are beautifully accentuated, making her look stunningly gorgeous.

Zavian's POV [BIRTHDAY] A stunning poolside bar, adored with gold plated umbrellas and refreshing cocktails. Wines of the finest quality were staked up and opened to everyone. The rose petals in the pool blended with the setting sun creating a romantic atmosphere. I chose a bikini themed party for my birthday. I was putting on beach shorts that wrapped around my thigh, it was above my knees and had little slits at the side for more comfort. It had a short sleeve marching shirt which I left unbuttoned.

Her shorts come next, then her panties, and then she pulls the swim trunks up and over her thighs, lacing them at the waist. They sit pretty low on her hips, and the tight fit doesn’t leave anything about her ass to the imagination. The bikini she wears features one piece on top that covers her breasts, and a second piece on the bottom: the front covering the pelvis but exposing the navel, and the back generally covering, some, or all of her buttocks. Addison briefly wonders if they’re too inappropriate. She analyzes herself in the mirror for a moment, turning to look at herself from the side.

Sienna steps out of the bathroom, her skin still warm and dewy from the shower. Damp tendrils of her hair fall over her shoulders as she pads barefoot into the bedroom. Her gaze catches on the item lying atop the bed. At first glance, the fabric appears like ripples of the ocean captured in cloth—turquoise spirals and golden accents winding over a two-piece swimsuit. The bikini’s design is attractive to touch, with delicate threads shimmering under the bedroom light like sunlit waves. A small folded note sits beside it, stark white against the vibrant hues.

Did every part of her black biker-chick costume have to inflict bodily punishment, too? Her toes protested the restricting fit of her sister’s thigh-high leather boots with their four-inch heels. Beneath a belted leather jacket barely long enough to skim her crotch, a silver-studded bikini top offered absolutely no support and precious little coverage for her normally well-secured 34-Cs. She hardly noticed the intrusive elastic of the matching G-string, because her bikini area still stung from the ruthless waxing Annabelle had administered that afternoon.