Monica Potter Bikini Novels & Stories

Zahra's POV Thirty minutes later, Alice, Lottie, and some warriors arrive from the castle. The girls immediately pull me toward the cabins to change. I take a super quick rinse in Xander’s cabin before checking out the bikini options Alice brought with her. They both look stunning. Lottie’s in a hot pink bikini with a white sarong tied around her waist. Her light blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, and she looks like a goddess. Alice is wearing a sage green halter neck bikini with a black sarong, looking equally flawless.

But she could not deny the allure of the cool water, the promise of a refreshing dip. With a hesitant sigh, Florence began to undress. She slipped out of the maxi dress, revealing the black bikini she had worn underneath. It was a simple, yet elegant piece, perfect for a casual dip in the lake. As she stepped out of the dress, she felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. She was about to do something bold, something daring.

It was the perfect, ideal family. "Sorry we're late," Monica huffed, adjusting the maroon silk dress she wore. The dress flowed to the ground and had a plunging neckline and an open back — dress being held up by thin straps, "I had to get the something new, totally forgot it at the pack house," she gave me a sheepish grin.

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.

This will never happen and he will regret that he ever tried. I tie up the back of my black bikini, putting my beach jacket over it. For this first morning I have chosen a black bikini, having a W-ring neckline and a removable bottom. The bottom part is a panty that lifts up the buttocks with adjustment. I don't need to tell you that I looked beautiful, do I? The beach outlet is a long one, sea girl style. The color is a baby blue.

she responded dryly. She's really dropping pretences now… "Um… Why?" She kicked her pants off her ankles and put them on the chair with her shirt. Standing in front of me now in only a bikini, she turned to me with an impish smile. "Um… why do you think?" "Damn it, Monica… We're not gonna- uhm…" She raised an eyebrow at me and sauntered into the kitchen. A moment later she came back out, a tube of sunscreen in her hand. "Um- I'm gonna go to the pool… If that's all right with you?"

Monica still have worries —lots of them, in fact—but the idea of not seeing Jackson again is downright dreadful. Overhead, the sky is beautiful blue, with puffy clouds and golden sunlight. She has dressed in a favorite pair of shorts that are so wide-legged, they appear to be a skirt, a scoop-neck white T-shirt that makes her breasts look amazing, and platform fashion tennis shoes since she was not sure what they will be doing.

My panties came off next until I stood naked in front of them, my skin tingling under Jade's gaze. "Good girl." Jade's eyes raked over me, before turning to Monica. "Follow suit, darling." For a second, Monica hesitated. And Jade wasn't exactly pleased. "I said strip." Monica's fingers fumbled with her shirt buttons, before pulling her shirt off, revealing lace-covered breasts. Her pants slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. She stood in her underwear, her hands covering herself. Who could've though the bufch with the sharp mouth could be this… shy?

Her firm ass looked ripe for smacking as she turned around to rub sunscreen into her pale skin. Lastly but very much not least. Lucy had donned a white two-piece bikini that covered moderately more than most of the girls. Her large breasts filled out her top and still threatened to escape if she coughed, but the bottoms were quite modest, covering most of her small but perfect ass.

Following their gaze, the water bottle I was holding dropped onto the sand beside my feet. “Green?” I murmured out loud, watching the girl I can’t even recognize from afar to be my P.A. She was wearing a skimpy black string bikini, which leaves nothing for the human imagination. There are perfect curves in her body in the right places. Her boobs are definitely not DD, but she’s not A too. Those perfect breasts would fit in my hands just right. What the fuck?