Kelli Giddish Bikini Novels & Stories

"It's time to get ready. Don't you guys want to have fun today?" Keri knew what kind of fun they were all probably thinking about but not talking about. Meanwhile, Rex finally left the two naked beauties to get dressed and ready to go. There wasn't all that much to do to get ready. Both girls had new bikinis to show off for the first time. Tyla had a gold, string bikini that left at least half of her bubble shaped ass cheeks exposed. Keri's was also a string bikini. It was black, but even though it covered more of her ass it still showed off her shape to a T. In Keri's case, it was her bigger, rounder tits that were barely contained in the well stretched top.

While Trent poured over his work, making a list of the hottest spots to photograph an up and coming social media star, I sneaked off to the bedroom to get a better look at her photos. One in particular caught my eye. She was in a gold and turquoise bikini lounging in the sand of Venice Beach. Her ass pressed into the ground while her legs were bent up at the knee, one ankle stretched out past the other. She leaned back on her elbows, arching her back and letting her long, golden hair dangle behind her. The setting sun speckled its last rays along her tan chest and abdomen. Her breasts were pushed upward and I could see the hint of her nipple through the fabric.

Kendall nervously adjusted her bikini top, her fingers lingering on the flimsy triangles of fabric barely containing her small, perky breasts. She had never been on a kayaking trip before, let alone one that involved spending an entire weekend camping with her classmates. As the valedictorian and a straight-A student, Kendall usually kept to herself, preferring the quiet company of her books and anime to the rowdy parties and hookups that seemed to consume her peers.

A few of my classmates and ex boyfriends might have been like appetizer but his man looks like a fucking five star me…if only I can just pull down his pants and get on my knees to take his cock down my throat. With a gulp, I tuck some lose locks of hair behind my ear, well aware of how seductive I look in my red bikini. The flimsy two-piece is a set one my ex boyfriend gifted me last summer, Josh had fucked me in the dressing room that day and came all over my chest when I wore it for him. The bikini top is a size smaller than my original size, which makes the 'mistake' is an advantage because it only emphasizes the size of my boobs, making me look like a character straight out of a hentai.

she giggles. “Hmm, I don’t mind,” I say slyly, “Stop being so smug.” She huffs. I didn’t listen to her. A watch as a sexy smile grows on her lips. She grabs the bottom of her oversized tee, slowly bringing it over her head. It is my turn to stare. I swallow hard, watching as her toned stomach and the beautiful curves of her hips come into show. Fuck! She removes it completely, tossing it aside. Arya stood in front of me in a purple bikini, which didn’t leave too much to the imagination. Her perky breasts look great in the bikini top. I can feel my length harden in my swim showers, thankful I am wearing a loose pair, or she would notice it.

I said, wiggling my eyebrows. She jumped like I’d cursed the pope, mumbling something about “children these days” and how disappointed she was in the world. But eventually, we settled on a silver silk gown, backless, hugging my waist, sleeveless with just a rope strap across the shoulders, stopping above the knee with a slit so high it could be considered criminal. “This is bomb,” I said, admiring it. She just nodded, mumbling something about Boss not liking lateness. I dressed in silence. Calm now. Steady. I liked casinos, chaotic energy, danger cloaked in velvet, and men dumb enough to bet more than they could afford to lose.

He also noticed that Jessiah only used canola or olive oil whenever she cooked for him or herself. She cooked and ate like a nutritionist. No wonder she looked like a real-deal swimsuit model in her recent photos online. Mostly bikini shots. Her social media account was her most accessible modeling portfolio, he supposed. The latest photos she posted looked professional and actually well-handled. Most of them showed her wearing bikinis on the beach and some rather creative one-piece swimwear made by an Italian clothing brand he hadn't heard of until last night. To his standards, the pictures looked sexy but more tasteful than the epidemic of thirst traps in this mostly immoral industry they

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.

My heart raced, knowing that the moment was drawing nearer. And then, a few minutes later, there she was. Jessica descended the staircase with grace, her radiant smile illuminating the room. My eyes widened as I took in her appearance. Instead of the bikini I had imagined, she wore a flowy sundress that cascaded down her slender frame. The fabric, a playful mix of tropical prints, swayed gently with each step she took. The dress was kind of see through, so I saw the bikini that was inside it. It was a total cover up type. Almost exactly like I'd predicted.

And when I did, my jaw dropped. She had used the money I gave her to buy a bikini. And it wasn't a cheap, off the rack bikini. The bikini looked high end, almost custom made. It was a golden color, which was set off by her light brown skin. There were two triangular patches, not overly revealing, but because her breasts were so large, a long line of cleavage was left exposed to the world. She was wearing a big pair of sunglasses, making her look like a Hollywood starlet. She was wearing a towel around her waist, which I realized was for the best. Because as I stood behind her, I realized she had a noticeable whale-tail formed by the gold thong she was now wearing.