The blue dress

You point to the blue, and Jess looks at you, surprised.

“I'd have expected more skin,” she says, smiling. “But I like the way this one looks.” You grab the dress off of the rack, and walk up to the counter. The two clerks stare again at Jess's barely there bikini, especially at her nipples poking through the small cups. They ring up the purchase, though, and wish you both well.

“Can we head back to the room so you can watch me put this on?” Jess teases. You laugh and agree. “Walk behind me,” she tells you. You're surprised, but agree. “Don't watch my hair,” she says. As you catch her meaning, your eyes trail down past the tie on her top to her hips, which she shakes very seductively for you. As eager as you are to eat, you think to yourself that you don't want her walk to end. The flesh of her toned ass shakes gently, and her taut rear seems to invite your contact. You oblige as you both get on the elevator, and Jess turns to you, throwing her arms around your neck and kissing you with fierce passion. You hold her against you, feeling her firm breasts press into your chest, and you pull away with surprising reluctance.

Jess grins as you both stand, panting as the elevator doors open. Jess adjusts her suit's top as the door opens and you follow her to the room. The moment the door closes behind you, you step behind her and undo the knot that ties her top together.

“I was just going to put this on over it,” Jess says, her surprise apparent. She immediately quiets as she sees the look in your eye, instead shrugging off the top to reveal her perfect breasts to you. You take little time in attacking them with your mouth, your tongue gently poking and prodding her nipples as you move from one pert tit to the other. Jess moans, her arms falling across your shoulders and back as you feast on your girlfriend's perfect breasts.

“What about lunch?” Jess asks. “A man can't live on tit alone,” she laughs. You pull away, laughing. She slips on the dress as you leave her unmolested, and as you had hoped, her nipples just poke through the dark fabric. The color keeps the protrusions from being visible unless someone is really looking, and you grin as you get exactly what you were looking for. Jess doesn't move as you reach out for neckline of the dress, carefully pulling it aside until Jess's left breast pops into view.

“You fucking pervert,” she breathes. “But I like that I can wear this to a more casual dinner, too,” she said, twirling once and sending the dress just above her knees before it settles down again. “I need something to eat if we're going to fool around all afternoon,” she admonishes you. “And you need something to eat so you can get me good and fucked later,” she adds, practically pulling you out of the room.

You make your way to the restaurant. You are seated with surprising speed, and as you realize it's past noon, you guess that everyone's already had lunch. Your table is quiet, snug against the corner of the room with a huge window that overlooks the beach. As soon as the waiter leaves your water, you tap Jess's foot gently. “Go ahead,” you say, gesturing Jess to begin. Jess looks at you, eyes wide, but you see her right hand drift beneath the table. The way she stiffens, you know she's begun. Her eyes drift almost closed, and you nudge her foot with yours. “It's okay,” you tell her. “No one's seen you. Yet.” Jess's lips tighten at yet, but she doesn't stop, instead steadying herself and giving you a challenging smile. You know not to push too far, but you can tell you're both getting a thrill.