Maggie Lawson Bikini Novels & Stories

“No way, Mother, you can't go with me wearing that,” Aella proclaimed. “What do you mean by that, Aella? What is wrong with my dress?” Maggie asked as she examined her dress. Maggie was putting on a short black bodycon dress with no straps; her boobs were spilling out of the dress, and her thighs were exposed. "Mother, we are going to the mall for Christ's sake, not a club,” Aella nagged. “I know we are going to the mall, so what is wrong with my dress?” Maggie asked again.

As I made my way downstairs, I spotted Maggie and River, who were also dressed to the nines in their own unique styles. Maggie looked stunning in her black t-shirt, which she had tucked into her black trousers. Her white shoes and omega silver watch added the perfect finishing touches to her outfit, while the rings on her fingers made her hands even more enticing. She was a walking example of how simplicity can be downright sexy.

Mia stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, heart racing as she adjusted the tiny white bikini she had bought specifically for this trip. The fabric was barely there two delicate triangles that barely contained her full breasts and a bottom that sat high on her hips, accentuating the curve of her sun-kissed waist and the swell of her ass. She turned sideways, admiring how the white contrasted against her smooth, tanned skin. Her long wavy dark hair cascaded down her back, still slightly damp from the shower.

Lenora Later that evening, Mariselle and I went swimming. She led me upstairs into her surprisingly huge bedroom, where I changed into my turquoise bikini with white floral patterns, resembling a tropical paradise. It was my favorite bikini, and I loved the side strings. "Oof! Girl your banging booty is so hot that it can't melt ice. Be glad there's no man in sight to gawk at that load on your backside," Mariselle giggled as she slipped on a yellow bikini that looked like an upside-down sun. "Remind me to never let Regé see you in a bikini."

I said the last part with a hint of joke, making Maggie chuckle. “That sounds like a plan. So I looked up the best boutique in Waning Moon Pack which we can shop for clothes and accessories from while you were asleep and I found just the boutique we need,” Maggie said and typed in the name of the boutique and street on the G****e map on her car's dashboard screen. “I can’t wait for all these to be over. Being in the same room with individuals you know that would do anything to watch you fall isn’t easy at all,” I whined.