Leave her (you) horny as hell for the trip

As one final taunt you graze your fingernail along your slit. You ever-so-slightly brush your clit but it's almost too much. Your teeth clench, and for a long long moment you're certain you're about to fall over the edge. So much as a small breeze would be enough.

'Fortunately' you manage to hold on by your fingernails, a whimper escaping during your struggle.

"Oh. Oh God," you groan, trying desperately not to put any weight on your mid-section or to shift in any way that might make even a muscle down there move.

On goes the helmet and sunglasses, followed by the elbow pads and gloves. Going forward is more challenging in your hyper-aroused state, but you slowly lift your legs into the bikini, being extra careful to get it right the first time. You don't adjust the straps yet, but pull it above your knees, giving you room to put on the knee pads.

You contemplate pulling the bikini on all the way at this point, but so far your arousal has only microscopically lowered. Besides, the sun feels so good on your naked skin so you loosen the roller blade straps and slip your feet in, a feat that proves more challenging than you would have thought, and leaves you panting, sweaty and glaze-eyed as the movements threaten to spark a loud orgasm.

Eventually, with many pauses and much iron will, you manage to get adjust the straps of the skates, thankful there's no laces.

Of course there are the straps of the bikini. You eye the scraps of coverage, thinking how small they now look as they approach their appropriate places, and worrying that you've pushed your arousal too high for you to stand the touch of fabric against your straining girly-bits.

With a gulp you pull the bikini up just shy of your crotch. Pausing with the surfboard-shaped bottom just shy of your quim you coat it with oil as compensation ofr going light on the rubbing before. Besides, it might make the suit move around a little as you move, you think with a naughty grin. You repeat the process with the top and tie the strings behind your neck, under the pony-tail.

After adjusting one string after another you find that you can either have the top ride higher on your chest and expose your complete underboob and your rosebud, or you can pull it down, exposing the top of your black landing strip and risking your areola showing if the suit shifts.

Biting your lip you opt for...