Harem

... A young woman and slightly older man come walking along the beach. The Woman, Ami, notices the man, Jason, looking at the group of women in male fantasy swim suits.

... "I bet that's what you'd like."

... "What?"

... "Tiny, nothing there bikinis and hot bodies out to there."

... "Now what am I to say? If I tell you I don't like hot bodies you'll know I'm lying because I like your body."

... "OOOH, good answer. How about the swimsuits?"

... "Well it just so happens I brought a swimsuit I wanted you to try on."

... "Oh, I bet. See through or just strings?"

... "Neither, its opaque and it"s a one piece."

... "How small a piece?"

... He pulls some silver material out of his pocket.

... "I don't think I like the idea that the whole things fits in your pocket."

... "Try it on, see what you think."

... "Where?"

... "Up, there. I see a restroom."

... "Probably full of some dread disease."

... "You're just going to change. Not perform surgery."

... She smiles, she's not sure but she can always take a look and put it back in her pocket. She takes the suit, more to it then she thought and runs up to the restroom. The floor is cold and wet. Why is the floor always wet? None of the faucets are running, how did it get wet? She didn't want to think about it too much.

... She stepped into a stall, no door. She pealed off her purple one piece that she'd bought three years ago as a college sophomore and slipped into the silver one piece.

... "What's taking you so long?"

... "Patience is a virtue."

... "I bet some woman who was taking too long came up with that to say to some guy who just wanted to get a look at her."

... "Maybe." It was actually more conservative then her old suit, though it fit tighter. Why did he want her to try this? She tried to see through it but failed. Hmm, this didn't make sense. Of course there was no mirror. Should she trust that it didn't say 'Fuck me!' or something else stupid on the back? This was Jason after all, sophisticated men in their fifties did not put stupid notes on their girlfriend's behinds. But what was he looking for?

... "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to come in."

... He wasn't acting much like a man old enough to be her father, if he was still alive. (Thankfully that was a scene she would miss.)

.......................

... She stepped out into the sunlight. Jason seemed to like the suit, he had a big smile on. Ami though still couldn't see what the attraction was. Unless the attraction was that it covered more of her up. (Stop that! That kind of thinking only leads one way, loneliness. And she knew enough about that to last her awhile.)

... "Oh, that looks great on you."

... "What does?"

... "The suit."

... She tosses the old purple suit at him. "Here, you get to carry this, as this suit is missing pockets."

... "Your old suit didn't have pockets either did it?"

... "No, but that's beside the point."

... "What's wrong, don't you like it?"

... "It's fine, I just don't know why you'd like it better then the suit I was wearing."

... "Isn't there a mirror in there?"

... "When was the last time you found an intact mirror in a public restroom?"

... "I don't know. I can't remember the last time I went into a public restroom. Well, let me tell you it does many nice things for your nice figure."

... "Oh, like what?"

... "Well it shows it off for one."

... She tries again to see if it is see through.

... "It's not see through, but it is tight. Tighter then the one you were wearing which was the wrong color for your skin tone and was baggy in places."

... "Well this one is definitely not baggy."

... He growls like a hungry cat. "You can say that again."

... She laughs. When was the last time she'd appreciated a man's interest? Not that she had just turned a new corner, was off men and suddenly was back. No, it was just that since Aaron got sick and Mike had left ... well men who made animal noises at her weren't thinking relationship. She'd been dating Jason for almost two weeks and while his interest in her body was always clear he hadn't pushed anything. She liked that. In fact it had always been one of her fantasies, a man who lusted for her but held himself in check because he respected her too much. She had been seriously thinking about testing just how far that respect would go.

... "Now you're going to have to explain that."

... "You are a hot bod. That purple suit looked like it was made for someone else. This looks like it was extruded over your body."

... "And that's good?"

... "Oh, yeah!!!!"

... She had to laugh again. If she wasn't so horny herself she'd string him along forever, it was so much fun watching him squirm. She caught him glancing again over at the gaggle of sluts in tape. She'd stop that.

... "And you swear it's not transparent?"

... "I swear."

... "Even when wet?"

... "Even when wet!"

... "And what if I don't believe you?"

... "Well, there's an ocean, you can just see for yourself."

... "I think I will."

... She slowly walks down to the water, just a hint of a hip swing, not enough to be obviously put on but enough to show hips made for screwing. She glanced back over her shoulder at him a couple times. The water was cold of course, but she wasn't going to take forever going in. A wave crested mid thigh and she imagines the next wave turning to steam when it hit her crotch. She dipped herself and stood up.

...............

... She couldn't see her boobs. She looked down. The suit had gotten darker and the line from her hips to her crotch stood out under the material but she was still decent. He hadn't lied. He was going to take some figuring out.

... She heard Jason crashing through the waves behind her. His arms went around her middle. He lifted her off the ground and gave her a nuzzling kiss behind her left ear. He seemed to like the effect of the suit at least. She could feel it, long and solid pressed against her hip.

... "Why, Mr. Mason, is that a couple rolls or quarters in your pocket or do you like the suit?"

... "I like you."

... "Uhm." She relaxed back into him. Rubbing as much of her body against him as possible. God, did he smell good. No cologne, it made her gag, just man smell. "Well, if you can keep that thought until after dinner, I'll see what I can do to change your mind." Another animal growl.