Bikini for an Indoor Beach Day

Cindy considered the day that she had ahead of her. It seemed to her that she didn’t have much to do besides tidying up a bit, and given her strange morning she mostly wanted to spend some time relaxing and getting herself into a good headspace. With that in mind, she started to reach for her usual clothing for a semi-lazy day: a pair of baggy sweats, an oversized t-shirt, and comfy socks.

She grabbed her old bikini bottoms that were a size or two too small and held them up, sighing. For a moment she didn’t know why she would have picked them up, but then she remembered that today she had planned a day for the family to have a pseudo beach day in their house. It seemed odd, but she knew that the research behind it demonstrated it could help families bond and relax together just about as well as anything else, so she was happy about it. She thought it would be nice to wear a different bikini since this one was so small and started to put it back. Before she could, she remembered that this was her only beach outfit and decided that she’d just have to make do.

Finally, she squeezed her ass into the bikini bottoms, leaving a hard line down the tiny amount of her cheeks that it covered where the material pressed into her skin. She grimaced, but continued on to the top, which was also too small. She pulled it on and tied it right behind her, squishing her tits together and up. Cindy looked into her mirror, her hands on her hips, and took in her outfit for the day. Something seemed off to her, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. She had wanted a beach day at home but didn’t know why she wouldn’t get something at least a little more presentable. Her lip curled in disgust as she saw how her top only covered less than half of her tits, leaving generous portions pushed our the side and bottom while the rest were squished together in a precarious covering. When combined with her tiny bikini bottom it left little if anything to the imagination.

After a moment, Cindy decided to change clothes, or at least put on something over her bikini. Feeing a little better, she searched her closet, but nothing seemed right for a beach day. She suddenly realized that all she was missing was a pair of sandals. She put them one, then took another look at herself. It seemed right, somehow. She didn't want to be as exposed as she was, but she had wanted a beach day so she she decided to just lean into her outfit.

Finally content, Cindy stepped out of her closet and headed back into the living room to sit for a moment. As she walked down the hall she yelled towards Matt's room, "Hey, remember we're having a beach day, so if you stay home wear proper attire!"

"Will do," he yelled back.

Cindy sat on the couch, causing her tits to jiggle dangerously against their confinement even as her legs engulfed nearly all of her bikini bottom. She leaned back, but started to realize that Matt would see her like this. She sat up quickly, but the thought turned her on and made her pussy immediately drenched. Cindy stopped for a moment, brow furrowed, and wondered why she felt this way, but forgot about it and just decided it was normal for her. With a sigh, she leaned back into the couch, **relaxing even as her boobs were smashed into and mostly out of her top.

Merida was having trouble focusing on her quantum physics professor. Although this class only loosely corresponded with her research interests, she found this introductory class fascinating. As the professor's voice droned in the background, Merida found her focus slipping, her attention instead being drawn to the images in her head. There, Matt embraced her tenderly on a hotel bed in a foreign land. She imagines that as the sun sets through the window, he would begin to remove her dress. They kiss in her mind, undressing, and she begins to see herself fucking Matt cowgirl style in the bed, his eyes locked on her bouncing tits that she's so proud of.

In the classroom, Merida stared off into the window, her pussy growing ever more wet. Her face was flushed, but she didn't notice, nor did she notice the professor's newest topic. She was focused on a mental image of Matt naked and fucking her roughly against a wall, her hair pulled back painfully as she begged for more. Her hand reached for her crotch, but she shook her head and tried to focus again. After another half a second she found herself in her mind again, imagining Cindy naked. As Merida laid on the floor and sucked eagerly on her tit while masturbating, Matt fucks Cindy doggystyle. This image of **** snapped her out of it again. She didn't know why any of this was happening, but it was starting to stress her out. And she thought that **** was as disgusting of a thing as there could be. Something seemed off to her, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was. Her whole day had been really strange though. Ultimately, she decided she was probably fine and just really liked Matt and Cindy. Besides, **** was secretly one of her turn-ons, even if she didn't necessarily like that. So she forgot that she had even noticed anything was strange.

Merida blinked, then shook her head as the professor said, "-and that concludes our class for the day, thank you all for coming." She wordlessly packed her things, ignoring the people around her as her mind was once again assaulted by an image of Matt and Cindy having sex with her, though this time Merida imagined herself eating out Cindy while Matt thrusted into her from behind, each of her own cries of ecstasy resulting in a similar cry from Cindy. Again, Merida shook her head to clear it, but this time she didn’t question her thoughts. She did want to focus on her schoolwork though.

As she walked out of the room she felt the wetness between her legs. Grimacing, she took a detour towards the restrooms. As she did she pictured herself, Matt, and Cindy fucking in a variety of increasingly scandalous ways, but it only made her a little frustrated and really horny. Her cheeks flushed and head down, she finally reached a restroom and bathed in. She sat on a toilet in a stall to clean herself up, then leaned back, breathing heavily and thinking. More fantasies played through her mind, but she tried to focus on how to get them out even as her arousal grew. Her next class wasn’t for another hour, and she usually spent the whole time studying, but she knew she was in the one relatively unused and dilapidated restroom on campus, that it was currently empty, and that she would need these fantasies to at least slow down so she could do something.

She made up her mind and started to furiously piston her fingers in and out of her wet pussy. As she did, she tried to think about Matt but found she could only think about Cindy’a ass from that morning. It gave her pause given that she wasn’t into women, but she could tell by now that something was different with Cindy and knew she needed release so she just went for it. In her mind she played with Cindy’s ass as she masturbated, and it didn’t take her long to reach the edge. While stifling her moans, she pushed past the point of orgasm but didn’t cum. ****, Mindy focused harder on Cindy’s ass and increased her ministrations. No matter what she did, though, she couldn’t actually orgasm.

Mindy eventually gave up, her thighs wet and her breathing labored. Panting, she started to slowly get herself presentable while she thought about what could have gone wrong. She’d always found it easy to masturbate before, though she’d never been so needy or so brazen as to try it at school. As a result, she thought it could be the setting causing her troubles. As she washed her hands and looked at her disheveled hair in the mirror she imagined Matt’s cock inside her and it felt right, somehow. Mindy didn’t know why, but it did. She checked the time and suddenly realized that she was already close to running late for her next class. Frantically, she finished up and ran out despite her hair remaining in a state of disarray and her body remaining in a suspended state of arousal and need.