A teeny-tiny blue bikini

Beneath the towel, she was wearing one of the costumes I had picked out for her several months ago for our horror film—a skimpy, powder blue bikini that looked even better on her amazing body than I’d remembered (but then, every time I saw Corrine she looked better than I’d remembered).

Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, Corrine poured out the whole pitcher of ice water onto herself. She gasped as it splashed across her breasts, disappeared down her cleavage, and dripped down her legs. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows reflected off each droplet of water clinging to her skin, making her appear to sparkle before my eyes.

“Fuck that’s cold!” she laughed.

I didn’t bother trying to disguise where my eyes were pointed. “I do have a pool, you know.”

She grinned impishly in response. “But your pool’s not ice cold.”

I adjusted my thickening cock through my suit and hurried after her.

We all horsed around in the water for the rest of the day. Talia announced that she wanted me to give her a piggy-back ride to the deep end and back. We all knew it was a thinly veiled excuse for her to tease me, but I was having too much fun to risk calling her on it. She climbed aboard and squished those nice, wet tits of hers against my back, a whiff of fabric the only thing between me and her sexy body. My hands gripped her firm thighs and I raced around the pool as fast as I could, listening to Talia’s delighted shrieks of laughter. Her suit was so thin I distinctly felt her perky nipples rubbing across my back as we went.

Perhaps a tad jealous, the others insisted I give them all turns as well, a task which I was only too happy to accept. I got harder and harder each time I had a new pair of thighs in my hands and a new pair of tits against my back. Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, I was even able to effortlessly give a piggy-back ride to Corrine, despite her being just as tall as I was. When Corrine’s soft tits splashed across my shoulders, I smirked, realizing that they were each practically as big as my head.

Dinnertime rolled around, and I started up the BBQ for some hot dogs and hamburgers. Despite spending all afternoon in cool water, I was still sporting a massive tent in my swimsuit when all the girls climbed out of the pool, trailing water from their glistening skin.

Talia was a special treat in her mostly-transparent suit. No longer distorted beneath the water, her body was on full display. The barely-there material creased invitingly between her pert buttocks and stretched in such a way that it even clung to the undersides of her swaying breasts. It had more in common with a wet t-shirt than a functioning swimsuit. The only part of her not completely visible through the fabric was her crotch, where the suit seemed to be reinforced by actual material.

When she walked up to the BBQ to receive her burger, I was openly gawking at her figure. She glanced down at the shape of my shorts and proudly observed, “I take it you like my swimsuit.”