Nagatoro Bikini Novels & Stories

Chapter One: Your Fine Fucking Feet! Nora’s POV “Bend a little… A small smile. Good.” The camera shutter clicks and flashlight flashes. With a body on fire, banging and hot like your next meal, I model clothes… lingerie. And when I want to go all out, I let the nipples poke the thin fabric, and my clit is evident in the thongs. Summer is approaching, a period to sample fine bikinis and sexy feet… Just like that of my photographer!

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.

Celeste said, making herself comfortable on Baltasar’s lap. Celeste was wearing a black & silver one piece bikini. It exposed her back and had lacey straps around her neck and at her hips. Baltasar wore some chocolate brown and orange swim trunks that came down past his knees. I was wearing a cream, red and beige bikini. The top was strapless with beige flowers on it, while the bottom was barely considered a skirt with a built in panty and tied at my hips. Lio’s swim trunks were a solid navy blue.

Red bikini designed by Miss Marga don in their picture with Señorito. "What if I also request Señorito, that we also take a picture like that. The one like the picture they took of Miss Marga?" I even said to myself. I kept shaking my head. What are I thinking?! I just removed the price tag of the bikini and then I put on the bikini that the Señorito gave me one by one. "Why does it feel crowded?" I said to myself, and then I grabbed my bikini top. Because only a small part of my chest is covered, you know it's like my nipples are almost covered by what I'm wearing.

Ariha and Kenya kicked Karan out of his own room stealing his wife and he sadly pouted and growled in annoyance. Ariha wore a neon green bikini which showed her perfect curves with thin strap sleeves and at the back it had zig zag thin ropes going with front displaying her cleavage valley depth. While Kenya chose a solid yellow bikini which had a thin rope halter to keep her bikini in its place with back having a tie knot. Dia was forced to wear one, which was hardly covering her anything. So, she wore a silk translucent top reaching till her mid thigh and had cap sleeves with a V neck still showing her cleavage.

Distraction. I showered again—quick, hot, angry—then stood in front of the closet. I chose the orange bikini from yesterday, the one with the tiny triangles and thin ties. Over it, I wrapped a sheer sarong in matching sunset colors, knotting it low on my hips. Gold sandals. Hair loose and wild from the salt air. A little makeup—smoky eyes, glossed lips. I looked in the mirror and saw someone who looked confident, sexy, untouchable.

Seeing it, he had blushed and quickly tried putting it away. Nari barged in without warning. "Oh thank God. someone who hasn't worn theirs yet." She spoke distressed, staring at the clothing He's Jin was about to put away. Hea Jin frowned, "What's happening?" "I need to borrow this bikini for my shoot, I just realised mine reveals a big scar on my hip area," Nari explained taking up the swimwear. "We are shooting the "Summer body" themed photos first let me go get some sunblock." Jae Hwa excused herself, leaving the baggage to Hae Jin.

Mary glanced over—and paused. Norah’s skin glowed under the open light, smooth and sun-warmed, the water reflecting softly against her curves. The bikini clung to her like it had been designed with bad intentions, barely containing her chest, cutting clean along her waist and hips. She looked effortless. Unaware. Like someone who didn’t realize she was wrecking the entire atmosphere just by standing there. Mary let out a low whistle. “Wow,” she said slowly. “First of all—rude. Second of all, if that thing snaps, I’m not apologizing.”

After eating breakfast, Nero waited for me to change into appropriate attire before going out of the room. He made me change three times. First, he didn’t like that I wore bikini. Second, he didn’t like the shortness of the skirt. Third, he didn’t like how revealing the neckline was. On the fourth try, he approved. I wore a gray rash guard and a pair of mid-thigh length board shorts. I was glaring at him the whole time but he just wouldn’t budge. He’s so strict with the dress code.

She had enjoyed the last three boys who had enthusiastically fucked her, but now she was ready for a man. Sabrina slid the thong down her shapely thighs and she grinned. The skimpy little white bikini was next. She struggled to get her big boobs into the tiny triangles of cloth, and even then her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. The bikini bottoms were essentially the same as the thong, only they had little spaghetti straps on the sides which tied into bows. It took a couple of tries to get them tied securely and the tiny piece of material kept trying to slide down while she was doing it.