Rub yourself silly, but first a stop at the gift shop.

"Well, since I want this trip to be about us, and I've had an amazing time watching you, I want you to get a little something out of the trip, too," you say, your tone full of generosity. Jess looks up at you eyes shining. "I want you to sit at the table and rub yourself silly," you tell her, and her eyes go wide. "Preferably ending with a little orgasm right over the appetizer." Jess bites her lip and you see her nipples harden under the bikini. "I'm sure you can get them harder than that with a nice session in public," you tell her.

"You fucker," she whispers. You notice her hands are going slack against you as you've explained your idea. Just conscious that you're still on the beach, you reach up to grab Jess's left hand and gently press her hand against her barely covered breast. The firm orb flattens gently under her bikini cup and you know from experience that the friction of the cloth against her nipple is sending little jolts of pleasure through her body that make her shudder.

“On the beach, it'll just be your hand,” you tell her. Jess nods, and when you slide your hand from hers, she continues palming her breast. Anyone walking by would be able to see Jess's obvious manipulation and you grin at your girlfriend as she puts on yet another show for your pleasure. You fight the urge to pull her bikini aside. Instead, you pull her hand down and hold it firmly in your own as you walk to lunch. You stop by the gift shop in the resort to grab Jess something to cover up in, realizing she won't want to be on full display while she's eating.

There are two clerks in the store, an older man that you'd guess is around 45 to 50, and a woman that is probably in her late twenties. Both wave cheerfully and give Jess distinct stares as she walks in, their smiles never fading. After that they leave you to your shopping. To your surprise, there is a really nice blue sun dress, with a bright white floral pattern, and a neckline that makes you grin. “Try that one on,” you say eagerly pointing to it. Jess laughs, and her eyes twinkle.

“Good eye, John,” she tells you. “You'd get some good looks that way,” she adds quietly.

“So would he,” you whisper to her, indicating the male clerk. Jess's smile slowly fades, replaced with a deep breath and a gentle bite of her lower lip. You push it a bit. “She would, too,” you add. Jess takes a ragged breath and grabs your arm. She maintains a significant control over her reaction. She moves her eyes to a white, lacy looking cover up. With a bikini under it, you realize, there's skin beneath, but nothing at all obscene. It's short, likely falling to Jess's mid thigh. “You like that one?” you ask, and you guess that there might be more fun to add here.

“I'll try them both on over the bikini, and you can pick out the one you like the best.” You agree, and you walk to the clerks to ask about the dressing room. They apologize, but tell Jess she can try on the cover up in the store. Jess does so, and you find yourself surprised by the way the cover up looks. You can see she's wearing a bikini, but the pattern of cloth hides more than you thought. You wonder how much fun you might have with that.

You realize you'll have to make the call quickly in order to get to lunch.