The stolen bikini (part 1)


The sun had barely risen and yet the temperature had already reached a comfortable temperature. The resort’s pool area was still abandoned. Many chairs already had towels draped across them to be claimed later, but all the guests were still at the all-you-can-eat breakfast. Sophia was the only one walking across the still cool tiles. She never cared much for breakfast and enjoyed a silent swim in the morning, before all the families with young children arrived. She wore just her bikini, a bright red top that left much of her bosom exposed and a tiny red string that left nothing to the imagination. She enjoyed the attention her near-naked body provoked. In fact, the last man whose attention she’d won – the second one in her first week in this resort – had taken a flight back home last night; she’d have to find someone new soon. Vacation for Sophia meant enjoying every aspect in life. What good was going to a warm and distant country where everyone was a stranger and no one knew her to judge her; if she could not fulfil her every desire? Sophia rarely spent a night alone in her hotel room.
After swimming a few laps, the water still cool in the early morning, she noticed someone walking in-between the many lounging chairs. It was a dark-haired man. He was bare-chested and wore short swimming trunks. She hadn’t seen him before; she’d always had the pool to herself this time of the day. Sophia was immediately intrigued by this new arrival. She swam to the less deep part of the pool, where if she stood the water barely reached her thighs. “Good morning.” She called out to the man who was just draping his towel across an unclaimed chair.
The man turned around and smiled at her as he replied: “Good morning to you too.” He had a bit of a southern accent and looked her up and down.
Sophia didn’t blush, she knew how she must look: her wet hair thrown back, her bare skin glistening wet, barely covered by the bikini she wore. “Are you taking a morning swim as well?” She asked of him. He had slowly made his way to the edge of the pool and she appreciated the view of his broad muscled shoulders and flat stomach. Looking at his handsome face, she had already decided he would be her newest conquest. The way he looked at her in return told her it shouldn’t be too hard.
“I was actually just trying to find a spot to lie down later.” He replied. “Before I got some breakfast.”
Sophia smiled and lowered herself invitingly in the water. “You can always eat later.” She said. “You should enjoy the pool now that it’s still calm and quiet.” When the man grinned and lowered himself into the water she knew he was caught.

“I didn’t catch your name yet.” The man said as he swam slowly around her, getting closer without coming directly at her. “I’m Michael by the way.”
Without answering Sophia dove underwater and swam to the deeper centre of the pool. An artificial rock formation stood there, covered in signs in all possible languages that said: ‘do not climb’, which would in turn be ignored by the majority of children playing here later. An opening in the rocks on one side was hidden behind a thin waterfall. Sophia came up beneath the waterfall and called out her name. She knew the falling water pushed down her bra, threatening to free her breasts, which were vibrating and bouncing under the torrent of water. When Michael turned towards her, she crooked her finger and disappeared inside the hidden area.
It did not take long for Michael to join her. When he did, his eyes grew wide, as Sophia sat on one of the rocks shaped as a bench. Her bikini lay beside her, her naked body on display like a mermaid on a breakwater far out in the sea. She had always enjoyed being very straightforward in what she wanted.
Michael walked up to her; the pool wasn’t very deep inside the small cave. “Someone has something else than swimming in mind.” He said.
Shamelessly spreading her legs, Sophia wrapped her feet behind him and pulled him closer. “Do you mind?” She asked, leaning forward to put her breasts right in front of him.
Michael’s hands were on his back, then on her wet breasts, “Hmm, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” He said, his warm mouth then kissing her neck.
“Very naughty.” Sophia agreed, shivering beneath his touch and pressing her body against him. She moaned softly when Michael grabbed her hips and pulled her off the rocks. He pinned her with her back against the rough stones.
“Bad, bad girl.” He whispered in her neck as she pulled down his trunks and guided his rock hard erection inside. Michael fucked her hard and fast in the hidden are of the swimming pool. His teeth grazed her neck and breasts, as he tasted her flesh. He came suddenly, shivering to a stop.

Sophia hung in the water, breathing quick and shallow. She reached down between her legs and touched herself where Michael had just been. She rarely reached an orgasm from a quickie like this, but she didn’t mind Michael watching. “The naughty girl hasn’t had enough yet, has she?” He said as he stood near the entrance to their hidden cave, as if he was standing on lookout. Reminded of their exciting, public location, Sophia’s arousal reached its peak and she moaned loudly as Michael watched her reach her own orgasm.
“I can never get enough.” She said after catching her breath. She gave him a meaningful wink.
“That’s good to know.” Michael replied and then left her behind inside the small cave.
When Sophia turned around to get dressed, she realized her bikini was missing. She looked under water to see if it had fallen and then on the other rocky benches thinking she might have misplaced it. She quickly realised it was gone and there was only one explanation: That bastard had taken it! Carefully she swam to the waterfall to see where he went. She calmed herself thinking it must just be a childish prank he was playing on her. But when she pushed through the waterfall – covering her naked breasts in case anyone else had arrived at the pool – she did not see him. Other voices she heard in the distance, the first families gathering at the poolside. Soon the water would be full of playing children. Just as she decided she’d have to make a run for it while she still could – dreading the long naked walk back to her hotel room – she saw Michael swimming towards her. “Give it back.” She growled at him.
Michael laughed. “What is it?” He asked. “Is the naughty girl in trouble?”
“This isn’t funny.” Sophia said. “The other guests can arrive any time.”
Michael lazily swam just out of her reach in the middle of the pool. “I think it’s exactly what a naughty girl deserves. Don’t you think you deserve some punishment for what you did? Look at you, naked in a public pool, having sex with strangers. If I had my way, you’d be a lot worse off.”
Sophia blushed. “You enjoyed it as much as I did.” She said. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
Michael laughed. “Of course. There’s not denying that. But is it really my fault? How could you expect me to say no to such a gorgeous and sexy young woman, offering herself so freely to me?” He laughed again. “Just admit you’re a bad girl and I might give you back your clothes.”
Sophia ground her teeth. “Fine.” She said. “I’m a very, very naughty girl.” Her voice was warm and sultry, as she said it. She must still have some influence over him, she thought.
Michael smiled, now showing her the bikini he had been hiding behind his back. “Yes, you are.” He said. “And naughty girls deserve to be punished.” He held it out to her, but still out of reach. “So I’m going to make you an offer. I will give this back to you. If you come to my room tonight so I can give you your well-deserved punishment.”
Sophia held back. She wanted to just reach out and grab it, but there were now people moving at the lounging chairs. She did not want to attract their attention. “What kind of punishment?” She asked.
“A good spanking on that lovely round bottom of yours.”
‘I could just agree and not show up.’ Sophia thought, blushing and covering herself as more people gathered at the poolside. “Fine.” She said.
“You promise?” Michael asked and held out the bikini a bit closer.
“I promise.” Sophia said.
Michael grinned at her again. “So you can be a good girl.” He said, before throwing her the bikini. Sophia quickly hid inside to cover herself.

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About K.C. Perrin

Writing a story about a naughty girl is almost as good as having her bare red bum across your knee. View all posts by K.C. Perrin

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