Adjoining rooms

As Leah's father and Monica scoped out the room, Leah took her suitcase and looked for where her bed was. However, she only saw a queen sized bed in the middle of the room.

"Um, where am I supposed to sleep?" Leah asked.

"Oh, your next door! We booked 2 rooms with an adjoining door, so if we want to check on you, we can just pop over." Her father explained.

The man walked over to a door opposite the bed and opened it. Leah followed him over and saw it led to another room, smaller than the one her father and Monica shared. It had a twin bed, but at least it had its own bathroom. However, she was both nervous and excited to find out that the door that led between their rooms couldn't be locked. Which meant lots of opportunities for planned and unplanned exposure...

Leah smiled at her father and placed her bag next to her bed. She laid on top of the bed and thought about what to do next. It wasn't quite lunch time yet, but she wanted to find out a way to ask Monica to go shopping with her.

"Hey! Get on your swimsuit, were gonna walk along the beach!" Her father called out to her.

Leah blushed as the opportunity presented itself. Her dad stood in the doorway waiting for her to act, so she quickly stood up and placed her suitcase on the bed.

"Well, you see...in all the craziness of packing," Leah began, opening the suitcase to show him the emptiness inside, "I forgot to pack!"

"Leah, that's not like you..." her father furrowed his brow, not sure what to make of the situation.

"I know." Leah said, ginning inwardly.

"I somehow forgot my swimsuit as well, but I'm improvising." Monica said.

Leah and her father turned to see what she meant, and were shocked to see her wearing a skimpy hot pink thong and bra that barely covered her up.

"Are you sure that's ok?" Leah's father asked.

"I'm sure there are women wearing similar or even less than this out there. Plus, it means Leah and I can go shopping for new swimsuits." Monica said.

"And clothes? All I have is what I'm wearing..." Leah explained.

Monica raised her eyebrow in thought. She figured Leah had merely forgotten a few items (like her panties), but now understanding just how little she brought meant Leah was either up to something, or she was becoming absent minded.

"What size bra do you wear?" Monica asked.

"Oh, I'm not entirely sure. If have to take my bra off to check." Leah said, not sure if she was being serious or not, but also hoping Monica would make her remove it.

"Honey, would you mind leaving Leah and I alone while we talk about clothes?" Monica asked Leah's father.

The man nodded and left, closing the door behind him. Leah now realized she was alone in a room with her half naked step mom, who (she had to admit) looked amazing. But she didn't think of her in that way. Leah imagined wearing something like that in public, and that got her juices flowing.

"Go ahead and remove your bra so I can see what ...size you are." Monica said.

Leah reached under her dress, careful to only lift up the back away from Monica. She felt the clasp in the middle of her back and uncapped it, letting her dress fall back down. She fished one shoulder strap through her dress, pulling her arm out of it before pulling the other strap out of the dress, taking the bra out through the dresses arm hole before pulling the remaining bra strap off her arm. She held it up for Monica to take, which she did delicately.

"38 F. Impressive. I would have thought a DD at most. You certainly know how to hide these." Monica said.

"OK, so should we go shopping now?" Leah asked, worried she might ask to see her (nonexistent) panties, not knowing she already was aware.

"Sure. Let's go." Monica said, throwing Leah's bra over her shoulder.

"Shouldn't I wear that?" Leah blushed as she asked.

"I think you look fine without it. Plus, it means we can show it to the employees at the store so they know what to look for." Monica said.

Leah looked down and saw her breasts only lost a small bit of support. The big problem (or two problems) were her nipples poking at the thin material, showing two distinct bumps. The nervous closet exhibitionist took a deep breath and followed her step mom out of the room and into the hallway. Both women said goodbye to Leah's father, who decided to spend the time planning the next day's activities.

Soon, the two women were outside in the bright sunlight, walking towards the nearby shops. One wearing skimpy lingerie, trying to pass it off as a swimsuit, and the other wore a thin white sundress, trying to hide the fact it was all she wore other than sandals.

Monica looked at her stepdaughter and noticed her dress was a bit more sheer in the sun than inside the hotel. It wasn't scandalous, but one could make out the dark pink color of her nipples through the dress. Monica smiled to herself as she liked exposing her, especially because of how embarrassed she got. The day was young, and Leah only had a dress to her name. What mischief could she do?