Frisk...and get frisky!

"Now bend over," I instruct, "I need to check for concealed weapons."

I gently push her, and she bends over the kitchen counter, her massive tits propping her up. My hands trace circles, 'patting her down,' moving from her shoulders down her back. As I reach the small of her back I really push with my thumbs, massaging her muscles a bit, and I can hear her sigh. I work my hands out to her hips and squat behind her as I slowly work my way down the outsides of her smooth bare legs, squeezing and massaging her bronze flesh as I go. When I reached her delicate ankles I move my left hand back to her hip, and my right hand to the inside of her left ankle. I massage my way back up the inside of her left leg. When I reach her crotch I slip my forefinger up and down the length of her slit a few times, and she audibly moans. It is only then that I notice her thong is a swimsuit, not lingerie. I repeated the same 'check' of the inside of her right leg, and this time when I reached the top I push her bathing suit just a bit into her pussy. I can feel she is already getting a bit wet, and her moan as I do this is almost a purr!

I stand up and order her to do the same. She struggles a bit standing up with her hands still cuffed behind her and her large breasts weighing her down. I grab her shoulders and turn her to face me. There is a desire burning in her eyes I had never seen before. I tug the cap from her head, and her long blonde hair cascades down her shoulders.

My hands drop back to her shoulders and I can feel straps underneath her t-shirt.

"What are you hiding here," I smirk as my hands glide down to her giant boobs. Her luscious tits dwarf my hands as I massaged them. She moaned loudly and leans her head back, shifting the few locks of hair that drape in front of her shoulders to the back. I take advantage of that and grab bunches of her shirt in each hand. I quickly rip her shirt right down the middle from the neck to the hem. Her head jerks upright and she gasped. The look of 'shock' on her face was almost convincing.

Beneath the tatters of her t-shirt I discovered the source of the straps. She was wearing the string bikini top to match her black bathing suit thong.