The Bikinis

"So why don't you model some of these for me, babe?" you asked.

"I'd love to! Which one would you like to see first?"

You take a peek inside the bags to see what tickled your fancy. Most of them were so tiny that you actually started to think that the companies ran out of thread. You selected several and handed them over to her.

"I'd love to see you rock these bikinis."

"Okay!" Sit tight, hot stuff. I'll be right out."

"Oh. What do you mean that you'll be right back? You mean you're not going to get changed in front of me?"

She stopped for a second glancing down at her feet shyly. "Of course I will," she brightly twinkled.

Sonja slipped her shorts down, shortly followed by her panties. Her pussy is such a work of art to you, and now it's an always-open welcome mat to pure bliss. She spun around and playfully wiggled her butt from side to side. You can tell she's quite embarrassed, but that was always Sonja's personality, so nothing was out of the ordinary. Besides, her willingness was undeniable, and that's all you care about. Next up was her top, and she slid it off her body with a lovely grace, before unhooking her bra.

There she stands. The pornstar of your dreams and only your dreams is naked in front of you. Before she could slink into the excuses for swimwear she bought, you stop her. You hold her at the hips and allow your fingertips to dance on her soft ass. Bringing her head in closer you kiss her with slow, steamy passion. Your lips detach and you speak in the silence of your intimacy.

"Sonja. Just so you know, no matter how many thousands of women I'm going to be having sex with, you're my special little lady. Don't you forget that."

"I'd forget the world before I forgot you, Dylan," she sensually whispered.

Despite having the world as your play place, you genuinely wanted Sonja to feel like you really did love her as a person, because you do. This young woman always had the power to rekindle the boyish charm you'd felt from the years that wained, as a young boy jumping for joy behind the safekeeping of a bedroom door, after an attractive chick at school smiled at you. You thought of maybe marrying her, but the title "girlfriend" has a connotation of youth that you adore.

Sonja proceeded to slip in and out of about 15 different two-pieces, before you settled on one. Some of them were too conservative, while other looked like they had been drawn on with a 2-hair paint brush. Some brought out her butt and some said "Look at my tits." The one you ultimately decided on was a hot pink leopard-print combo with the words "Wild child" printed across the butt.

"This one looks fucking sexy, babe," you said.

"Awww! I'm so glad you like it! Would you like me to wear this one?"

"Yeah, for sure. Just keep that one on and let's put the rest of your stuff away."

The two of you started to place her heap of soon-to-be cum rags into the gigantic walk-in closet located in the bedroom. You had presumed that the size would be more-than enough, but this bitch bought about two stores. "Doesn't matter," you thought to yourself. "I could buy a literal lot of storage bins if I ever needed."

As you look around the still-empty living space, you figure it's about time to furnish this place, and pick up at least another 20 girls in the process. So you gave Sonja the news and you began the trip down to the car.