He's bold: “I'm thinking about walking up to you and grabbing your tits.”

I don’t know where it came from, but I responded, “Honestly? I’m thinking about walking up to you, reaching my hands inside those big holes some genius cut in the sides of your suit, and grabbing hold of your tits.”

Amy’s nipples grew visibly rigid beneath her suit. My frustration was really turning her on.

“You mean like this?”

She sensuously slid her hands up her sides, trailing her own slender fingers across the exposed sides of her breasts, then she darted those fingers beneath the fabric of her suit, cupping the full weight of her tits. I couldn’t take this much longer—

“I’m not getting this one, either, it’s way too big.”

Somehow I suspected Amy had chosen those last two suits knowing they would look exactly the way they did, but I kept silent as she shut the door yet again and went back to work getting herself naked.

Seriously, how angry would she really be if I just opened that door right now and got a good look at the body she had been teasing me with all these months? The same body I had once felt stretched out naked on top of me while I had my fingers inside her. The body I had glimpsed that one time she and I had masturbated in bed together, and she had hopped out to change her underwear. The body she had promised to show me and share with me, the body I had fantasized about every single day when we went running—

Don’t be a creep, Ian. She’ll let you know when she’s ready.

When Amy opened the changing room door, I stopped breathing. This time, she was wearing a pastel purple tie-on bikini that, combined with her fiery red hair, made it impossible for me not to think about the two little seashells covering the breasts of The Little Mermaid. The contrast between Amy’s incredible, fuck-worthy body and her bikini’s association with that innocent children’s movie was so naughty, I felt my resolve waning...