We were living in Fort Lauderdale and decided to check out the shops along the beach. We found a parking lot across the street and parked the car there. Greg always had a doobie rolled, so he fired it up and we listened to Kid Rock on the radio while we smoked. It was that crypto weed again and soon I had a good buzz going.

We browsed the shops along A1A across from the beach itself. People were there from around the world. Tourists, rollerbladers, and joggers populated the sidewalks up and down the strip. Cars, trucks, and motorcycles cruised the strip in an endless parade. The beach was covered with pale people catching up on their tans.

The shops were full of tourist items like driftwood art, paintings, and pictures of beach scenes. There were seashells, sea turtles, dolphins, novelty items, and clothing. Hundreds of T-shirts, towels, bikinis, and cover-ups lined the walls of almost every shop. We had great fun browsing all the interesting places.

We sat on a bench outside to take a break. Nobody noticed when Greg fired up the rest of the doobie. We smoked it on the down low and got a good buzz. This was some good weed and it made me super horny. He sat back on the bench with his arms out along the top. We were casually dressed in sneakers, shorts, and T-shirts.

My cut-off T-shirt and low-cut yoga shorts showed off my body and made heads turn. I got up and stood in front of Greg. I was stoned and horny and he was turning me on. One way or another I needed Greg to do me. I pulled my T-shirt up so it exposed some underboob.

I shaded my eyes with my hands and looked at him. The reflection in his sunglasses was a little blonde me. It was fun to get him hard in public and watch him dance around trying to hide it. He was having trouble standing up.

I smiled at him, noticing his bulge. I told him we needed to get some beach stuff. We didn’t have towels or lotion or swimsuits, nothing for the beach at all. How could we live in Fort Lauderdale and not go to the beach?

Greg balked about the expense at first. I walked up to him and put my arms around his neck. His bulge was pressed against my belly. I told him I would give him a bikini fashion show so he could choose the bikinis and then I kissed him.

He’s a wonderful kisser, and being horny as we were, it was all I could do to pull away. I stood there playing with my hair, looking him up and down. At that point, he would do anything I said. I had an offer he would not refuse.  

”Well? Do you wanna see a preview of my bikini fashion show? Check this out.” I said and lifted my T-shirt, flashing my boobs at him. I pulled my T-shirt back down as I stepped back and turned around, swinging my ass a little as I walked into the store.

Greg was right there, opening the door for me. This store carried beachwear, towels, and footwear for the shore. They had seashore-related jewelry such as shell earrings adornments and necklaces.

We looked around at the jewelry and shoes. They had some cool shoes for walking in the ocean. They were like slippers made from the same material as divers wet suits. They had sexy wetsuits too, making me think we should take up diving.

We stopped to ask the girl if I could try on bikinis. She was a pretty brunette with “Jane” written on her name tag. She said sure and showed us where the dressing room was in the back. The brown-eyed brunette was taller than me with a pretty face that lit up when she smiled. She looked at Greg browsing behind me.

She looked back at me and said, “Ahh, fashion show, huh?” I felt myself blush and we both giggled, “Don’t worry, my boyfriend loves them too. Follow me.” I saw her eyes cut down to Greg’s shorts and back up to me saying, “Wow. Nice package.”

I blushed again as she headed toward the back and Greg followed behind us. Jane had a nice body herself, wearing just a tight onesie and cut-off shorts. I knew Greg was getting a good show just watching us walk. We chatted as we walked to bikini nirvana.

We walked through a maze of floor-to-ceiling displays of bathing suits of all styles and types, including the one Jane was wearing. There were dozens of one-piece outfits and hundreds of bikinis. They had a large selection of men’s swimsuits too.

Jane showed us to the dressing room in the stock room in the back. There was a clothes rack with cover-ups and dresses hanging and a table with a basket full of clothing items. The dressing room itself was small like one of those photo booths you sit in to take a picture.

The bell at the door rang and Jane said, “Customers, gotta go. Now, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She giggled and went back up front to take care of customers. Greg watched her walk to the front of the store.

“Checking out Jane’s ass, Greg?” I asked. He turned around and gave me the deer-in-the-headlights look. He knew he was busted, but didn’t know what to say.

I laughed and let him off the hook, “Why don’t you go get a pair of those baggy swim trunks and put them on? People can see your bulge from across the street,” I joked.

He grabbed a pair and I said, “No, no, no. Fashion show, Greg. I want to see these too,” and I handed him a few more pairs.

“Go! Change! Strut your stuff, stud muffin.” I slapped him on the ass and he headed for the dressing room.

I moved closer to the dressing room behind the bikini maze. There were so many bikinis here it was hard to decide which ones to try on.

He came back out a few minutes later wearing a tight pair of shorts with his bulge straining to break free.

He walked up to me, grabbed his bulge, and said. “How do you like me now, baby?” I held him at arm’s length and turned him around so I could see. I slid my hand down his front and gave his bulge a big squeeze, “Nope, too tight.” I kissed him and said, “Next pair.” And slapped him on the ass again.  

Next time he came out wearing a leopard print Speedo. I covered my mouth with both hands giggling and I’m sure my eyes popped out of my head. He walked right up to me and hugged me, rubbing himself all over my belly, “How do you like the banana hammock, Catherine? Does it make your mouth water?”

I was happy the wall of bikinis was blocking the view of Greg’s obscene spectacle.

Laughing, I held him at arm’s length again and turned him around so I could see. His butt cheeks were fully exposed, only the T-back visible around his waist. His big cock was barely concealed by the tiny garment. I reached down and gave it a big squeeze, “Nope. Next one.” And slapped his bare ass.

He tried on three more that were baggy, turning him around so I could inspect each one and slapping him on the ass to go change. The last one was suitably baggy to hide his bulge so I had him keep them on. I folded them all, including the speedo, and put them aside with his old ones.

“It’s your turn now, Catherine.” He said, eager to see me in the tiniest bikini possible.

“Yes, dear. Why don’t you pick me out a couple of one-piece suits and some bikini and I’ll get started with these.” I kissed him, squeezed his bulge, and went to the dressing room.  

I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts and tried on the micro-kini first. It was barely enough to cover my nips and lips. It wasn’t much different than being nude.

I couldn’t wait to see Greg’s face when he saw me in this.

I walked out to show Greg and blushed deeply when I saw that Jane had returned to check on us. 

Greg’s eyes popped out of his head. “Yes, that’s the one. We’ll take it.”

Jane said, “Wow, Catherine, it looks good on you. Turn around.” I couldn’t believe I was turning around showing my mostly nude body to a woman.

“Wow. There aren’t very many women who can make that micro look good but you can. I vote yes.”

“Thank you, Jane,” I said. I had never thought about girls before but I was having thoughts now.

Greg slapped me on the ass, right in front of Jane, and said, “Next one.”  I blushed again, and Jane smiled. I wished it was she who had slapped me.

I went back in to change into the G-string. It covered more than the micro, but not by much. I hoped Jane was gone now as I nervously walked out. Thankfully she was.

Greg said, “Oh, yeah, baby! Come here, turn around. Oh my God, Catherine, you just keep getting more beautiful.”

He held me at arm’s length and turned me around so he could see, “You have a fantastic ass, Catherine.” He slapped me on the ass again, “Next one.”

I was insanely horny and Greg was making me hornier by slapping my ass. It was just as sexy as a spanking, one slap at a time. Jane was another thing. Why does she turn me on so much? Am I bisexual? I have never been hornier than I was at that moment.

Next, I tried a onesie, easily as sexy as any two-piece. It had a narrow crotch like a thong, high leg openings and it had an open back where it laced up, fitting snugly against my front. It was very thin, almost transparent.

My lips, belly button, hard nipples, and areola were visible through the neon blue material. I shivered from the chill that ran down my spine as I touched myself in front of the dressing room mirror. I was out of my mind with lust.

When I walked out to show Greg he just stared, mouth open, speechless. I walked into his arms and he pulled me close. His mouth was all over me, I thought he would eat me alive. His hand was on my butt and his mouth was sucking my nipples through the thin material of the skintight garment.

I saw Jane watching us and I didn’t care. Greg didn’t know she was there. She had her fingers in her shorts, her mouth in an O, and her eyes locked on the passionate scene in front of her.

Greg kissed me deeply, our tongues colliding, and I came in his tight embrace as if he were squeezing an orgasm out of me. I came hard moaning loudly into his mouth. When I looked up Jane was gone.

Greg picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the dressing room. He put me on my feet and spun me around, jerking the crotch of my suit to the side and plunging into me to the hilt. Oh,  I loved him. I loved how he ravaged me with his thick cock, giving it to me hard and rough, the way a man should take a woman.

He was standing behind me holding my face against the wall with one hand fisting my hair, slapping my butt with the other, and fucking me with that amazing cock. I was delirious with pleasure, babbling incoherently and begging Greg to fuck me harder.

I heard the door open and a scuffle, Jane yelped and Greg said, “You’re next bitch.”

Suddenly Jane was next to me, face planted against the wall beside me. We were facing each other as Greg held us against the wall and fucked us both, switching back and forth between us. We were moaning like two bitches in heat, locking eyes as Greg took turns on us.

He put his mouth on Jane’s ear and said, “Cum, bitch. Cum for your new Daddy,” and she did. Her eyes fluttered and closed and she bit her lip, her hips thrusting back at him wildly. She screamed in orgasm yelling at Greg to own her, to fuck her. He slammed his cock deep inside his new bitch and she rode it hard, whimpering through her orgasm and begging him not to stop.

Greg pulled out of Jane’s well-fucked pussy and slammed it into me in one swift motion, “Your turn to cum on Daddy’s cock.”  He had me screaming his name and begging to cum. He bottomed out in me and my body danced on his cock, squirming around and squirting my juice all over him.  

Greg spun both of us around to face him. “Well, what are you bitches waiting for? Suck it!”  We couldn’t get on our knees fast enough. I grabbed his cock and started sucking it greedily. Greg fisted our hair and pulled me off so he could give Jane a taste. He switched back and forth between our sucking mouths the way he had with our pussies, fucking our faces until he pulled out, jacked off a few strokes, and painted our faces with a huge blast of cum.

Greg made us lick him clean. Jane got up and brought us a few beach towels so we could clean up and change clothes. We put all of our things in a box and went back up front. Jane flipped the sign and unlocked the door.

The sign read, “Nature calls, back in fifteen minutes.”

We cashed out and Jane remembered there was a BOGO sale today. I was happy about that because I was buying and paying for it out of my mad money. Nobody was around to see, so I gave her a little kiss and thanked her.

She told us there’s always something going on at the beach. She gave us her card and told us to call her for anything, anything at all. We said goodbye and thanked her again.

Hmm…I wonder what the beach life is like at night?

Love,

Catherine