Julie Warner Bikini Novels & Stories

The big mouth of my nipples sticked out. So visible. “Julie… This is too revealing” “Of course… duhrr, it's a bikini” she rolled her eyes at me. Julie turned my face, applying her lip gloss on me as a finishing touch to her work of art. My eyes touched the golden slope of her bare shoulder, taking in the strapless bikini to her slender figure, to the deep cleft between her generous breast. We wore a matching bikini, but she looks different. Breathtaking.

But who am I to chuck tradition. We’re all wearing our swim gear. I’m wearing a white string bikini under my blue jeans and sheer tunic. Juliet is wearing a red Harley Quinn bikini and some black ripped cut-off shorts. Juliet is a huge fan of Batman and DC Comics. Every year she drags us to Comic-Con and makes us dress like superheroes. It’s surprisingly fun.

She had bought it just for him. It was a tiny string bikini. The front of it barely covered her modesty. The top was straining to hold her breasts in. Anyone wearing it in public would surely be worried about exposing too much of themselves - unless, of course, they were a complete exhibitionist. Claire was confident but not that confident. She had bought this bikini with one thing in mind - to give Ben a show.

Anything except the truth…that RJ’s presence alone was enough to ruin the careful composure I wore like armor. I lay on the lounge chair closest to the deep end, sunglasses on, a novel open and forgotten on my stomach. My black bikini was deliberately small. The top barely held me. The bottoms were tied at the hips with thin strings, the kind that looked like they could come undone with one careless tug. I had chosen it on purpose. I wanted him to look. I wanted the reminder that he wanted me, that he would take whatever I gave him because the alternative was walking away empty-handed.

Julius commanded. "Huh?" Bella didn't understand. "Why? This bikini is cute," Bella replied. Her face turned into a pout. "Just change it or we won't go to the beach now," he said. His tone was very grumpy. Julius was annoyed. "Damian! How could she bring clothes like this!" It was actually just a regular bikini. The two-piece sexy outfit clung perfectly to Bella's curvy and alluring body. But Julius was very possessive! He didn't want anyone else, even women, to see Bella's body!

"Why? You're interested in him?" Mavi blushed. "Of course not!" Celestine chuckled. "He's single but I don't know if he's ready to mingle." As soon as they get inside of their tent Julius immediately throws the black contrast binding applique underwire bikini that Celestine will wear next. "That's too revealing," Mavi said in the complaint. Julius rolled his eyes. "Mavi, stop acting like Celestine can't wear one." "Yeah, Julius is right. Remember the time when Celestine agreed to be topless in a shoot? This is not much of a big deal," Tiffany said.

"Julia's the one going to need the vitamins." "Yep," Lori agreed. "Toss me a hand towel," she told her father. She caught it with one hand and held it to her mother's pussy to catch the leaking semen. Julia reached down and grabbed the towel then closed her legs to hold it. When Julia opened her eyes there was no one in the room with her. She got off the table and went to the shower. She looked out the window toward the pool. Rich was on his back in the chaise and Lori was straddling him and pounding herself onto his cock. Julia smiled then got in the shower. After donning her white bikini again, she got a glass of wine and walked out to join them. They were still fucking as she lay back in

Isla POV Step one of seducing Julian: executed. I stepped out of the bathroom in a white bikini that had absolutely no business calling itself clothing. The tiny triangles barely covered the swell of my breasts, and the thong wasn’t covering my pussy. Every inch of me screamed invitation. Julian was sprawled across the rug, pretending to watch TV. His eyes betrayed him instantly, following every sway of my hips as I casually crossed the room. I made a show of forgetting something in the bathroom, doubling back, and passing him again.

Now thinking about it, I laugh a little. Jana comes out in a white bikini, showing plenty. She looks amazing in it, incredibly confident. "Perfect," I call and she waves me off. "Borrow something," she orders more then suggests and rummages through the same drawer that her bikini came from. "How about a black bottom with a red top?" I shake my head. "Really, I don't do bikinis." "You wore them over the summer before—" she stops herself. "Sorry." I look down to my lap for a moment, not wanting to be a downer. "It's fine. I'll just dip my feet in, it will be nice."

I hurried back to my chair for the piece-de-resistance. Cheryl entered wearing a delightfully simple white bikini. The straps between the cups and along the sides of the bottom were striped in black. The cut was daring, but not overly, covering most of her breasts, and being pretty full cut in the back. She paraded around for a moment, stepping right up to the edge of my chair to make sure I was getting the full effect. It was very nice. I couldn't help but think it would be completely see though if it ever got wet.