Coconut Bikini Island Girl

“Just wait right here.” I get up, open the door, make it seem like I’m reaching for something outside, and create the outfit she once wore during a fantasy sequence. I show Jackie the outfit and say, “I want you be my naughty little island girl, who’s so interested by everything in the modern world.”

“Oh, I get it. Like, you found me on an island, brought me here, and everything just fascinates me. The TV, the couch, everything. Right?” I give her a thumbs up. “That’s exactly what I mean. You were raised on an island, by yourself, so even I interest you because you’ve never seen a man before.”

A thought pops into Jackie’s head. “Wait, if i was raised on an island by myself, how will I be able to speak?” I wave it off. “Don’t worry about it. This is a fantasy.”

“Alright. Give me the outfit.” I hand it to her, but before she puts it on I say, “Remember, the island girl doesn’t wear panties underneath that grass skirt. “Got it.” She goes off the change. She immediately comes back, because I’m impatient and I want to hook up with her as soon as I can. “Wow. This place is so amazing,” I hear her say.

She steps out and, if I wasn’t excited before I am now. “What do you call this place?” she asks, with childlike wonder. “A basement.” “A base...ment? Is this where you do manly things?” I nod. “It can be. It can also be where you and I do man and woman things, together.”

“Like what?” Her eyes light up when she sees the TV. “Oooo, what’s that?” She leans over the couch, trying to get a better look of the TV. She starts rubbing the couch, “This is so soft.” She starts shaking her hips with excitement, causing the grass skirt to show that she took his advice and is not wearing underwear.