Maggie Lawson Bikini Novels & Stories

The flute brought back unpleasant memories once again, but I pushed it to the back of my mind as I greeted her. Maggie wore a blue halter dress that reached her knees and flared at the waist. It had tiny crystals all over that glittered in the light. Stunning, but not overly done. I would’ve thought that the color wouldn’t have matched her flaming hair, but in fact it did and she looked just gorgeous. “Hey.” I smiled at her as she reached me. “Thanks for coming.” “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Maggie grinned at me. “I’ve always heard the MacGyver’s gave a stunning party. Oh, I heard you’ll be breaking your seal today!”

After 16 years: Maggie point of view: We drove like we were crazy, we sang, screamed, and just loosed our hair. She had shown me in the car her clothes one after another. -"Cute blue dress, black little classic or as always jeans and t-shirts?" Susan was asking she always prepared for me jeans because she knew that for me what was most comfortable was my perfect zone. I never had listened when she advised dressing more challengingly. But she still carried for me those all stuff, she never lost hope of making change my mind. Oh, she had everything! and always was prepared to look her best. She all the time was caring with her a huge bag full of makeup and other girlish stuff. She even had the

I stood up, spinning around to show her my outfit—a simple, modest sundress that I thought looked perfectly fine. “If we were heading to the library, you’d be perfect,” she said with a smirk. “But we’re not going to the library, Arlene. We’re going to the beach. That’s Mago’s playground. You’re going to be surrounded by gorgeous, bikini-clad girls fighting for his attention.” I chewed my lip. She was right. Compared to the girls that usually orbited Mago, I felt like an afterthought. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I needed her help.

“I intend to enjoy every second of this vacation with you and your family.” My husband reappeared, slipping an arm around my waist. “Mrs. Sinclair, we’ll be departing soon. It’s chilly out here—would you prefer to warm up by the pool?” Maggie clapped her hands. “Oh, yes! Now, someone will fetch me a swimsuit!” “Mom,” Lian groaned, while Raven stifled a laugh. “The sexiest one we can find,” he declared. Darcy helped Maggie pick something playful, even adding a glittering party headband. I watched, delighted, as Maggie embraced the festivities, even shamelessly admiring Zian’s bare chest and Eino’s playful antics. Lian rolled her eyes, but I caught her hiding a smile.

Maggie teased and nudged me up the stairs, "Come on! I packed the perfect outfit! You have to see it!" After an hour or two of listening to Maggie complain about my outfits, finally, we settled on a floral dress that went to my mid-thigh. I did not manage to convince her that it could get cold so I could wear my leggings underneath it. She said that the leggings and dress would clash and I would look stupid wearing them. However, I wouldn't budge on having to wear sandals. I lost the leggings, so I bargained them for chucks. I wasn't happy about wearing a dress when it was supposed to be cooler in the evening, but we had a compromise. I got to wear my chucks, and she got her dress.

That was when Mrs. Dent, the class teacher, strode in. Her face dropped when she saw the bikinis, and she leaped up to snatch them out of Susie's hands. "Where did you get these?! Do you even understand what would happen if you put these on in Aram?!" Susie was caught by surprise at first, but she soon hugged Mrs. Dent's arm while pouting. "No, Mrs. Dent, you got the wrong idea. Everyone's so tired from lab work, so I'm encouraging them by giving them bikinis."

Her breathing nearly stopped when she saw that it wasn't. 'What if somebody came in?' she looked back towards Courtney to share her concern but she only met coldness and indifference in her gaze. Indeed, Maggie should've known. She had fallen into the hands of the devil herself, and the devil doesn't care about any of her concerns. Realizing Courtney wasn't satisfied yet, Maggie shook her head and dropped off the brassiere hanging on her shoulder, revealing her perfect tall figure with her medium d-cup size boobs peeking at Courtney in full splendor. Her lingerie still clung unto her petite waist and her considerably delicate thigh was covered in pantyhose up until her thighs.

Maggie hands me a towel to wrap around my body. Helping me out of the basin, she provides me a lotion that pairs well with the scent of the rose petals. After, she holds up a bag. “This is for you to wear,” she says. I eye the bag curiously, then take it from her. Inside there is a pink satin cami romper that reminds me of a ballerina costume, but way more revealing. I put it on, and slide the spaghetti straps up my bare shoulders. The fabric clings to my skin, and my nipples harden as the fuzzy trim tickles the insides of my thighs. I clear my throat with a flushed face. “Is this another request from Ansel?”

But unlike Andrew, as a woman she knew when to use the word beautiful. "Thank you." Said Maggie, looking relieved. "So, which one do you like the most? These are my newest unreleased collections. Only for my special clients." She showed a rack full of hanging dresses. "Which one do you want to try next?" Lila's eyes slightly turned wide. She didn't want to try on any dresses again. So boring. It's almost an hour, good thing she didn't have class this afternoon. But Maggie was so nice and kind, she didn't want to hurt her feelings. "Hmm… How about I pick this dress I'm wearing? I like the simple cut."

Lance was standing outside the balcony where the sun was high and bright. The golden rays glistened off his dark hair and on his face. He squinted his eyes as he gazed off into the woods surrounding the Dark Storm property and could clearly see Jennifer’s red head bobbing as she encouraged Maggie to continue to work with her breath. Maggie was scantily dressed in a pair of shorts and a thin shirt. Even though the sun was out the weather was a bit drafty but Jennifer, whom Maggie had invited earlier that morning before the doctor came, wanted Maggie to practice in harsh conditions.