Swimsuit

On top of the pile is a two piece bikini and as you see it, two things pop into your head. Your first thought is the question of why the hell Claire picked out a bikini when the two of you had originally come here to get WARMER clothing, and the second is that you would love to see her wearing this. You pick the skimpy garment up and call to her over the changing door.

“How about some swimwear?” You say in as innocent of voice as possible.

“Ugh! You would pick that, you perv.” Even as she says this though, you can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s smiling on the other side of the door. “Fine…toss it over.”

You flip the swimsuit over to her side and wait as she gets changed. To pass the time, you focus on a small crack in between the door and it’s frame and tell yourself that, if you stare hard enough, you might be able to watch her change through that crack. In no time at all, the latch clicks, and Claire steps out in the outfit you picked out for her. It’s a black swimsuit, essentially composed of thin strips of black cloth being held together at the back and hips by large brass rings. As she turns around for you, you focus on the curves of her body. You notice how you can see most of her chest and ass, as the swimsuit doesn’t quite fit and it was never designed for decency in the first place. The top of the swimsuit slightly pushes her tits together, rounding her out quite nicely. You eyes roam the rest of her body and you wonder to yourself how you never noticed what a fine figure she had.

Unfortunately, Claire also notices you staring. “Easy, cowboy,” she exclaims. “This isn’t a peep show. Maybe for both our sakes you should pick something a little more modest.” She turns away from you and begins to head back into the dressing room.