And I found a minuscule, almost indecent black tied tongue thong bikini.

“Just in case…" She let the smile blossom on her face.

"It’s Brazilian.” A malicious pair of eyes stared me.

I replaced my surprise with action and boldiness.

I let my arms let her body and slowly took off my tank top. I let my fingers unzipped and freed the small and low cut denim short. I unclasped my bra  and with the help of my hands, each a time, I removed my breasts and my blossomed nipples.
Only that last moment I decided to look to Bette’s face and to her flaming eyes.
I took her left hand and placed it on my waist.
I searched her right hand and guided to the edge of my panties.
My hand helped her to get inside.
My palm in her hand. Her palm in my body.
She slide her eyelids. Her eyes gave up to desire.

I could hear her heavy breathe.

I let her help me… my panties slide down my legs.

I put the top of my black bikini and asked to Bette helped me.
She nodded, but before, when I gave her my back, her hands traced a line from shoulder to shoulder. Her hands on my hips pulled my body closer. My buttocks firmly pressed against the fabric of her wet bikini. She kissed my neck and breathed in my ear and just then, tied the bikini.

That moment I came to found her eyes. Then I placed the untied thong, between my legs and maliciously asked her for help.

Bette kneeled herself on the sand.

She kissed my belly, my bellybutton, my pubic hair and tied slowly the thong. I felt her breathe on my skin.
When she stood, she looked intently to my closed eyes. I felt it.

“Babe…You can breathe now.”

That’s when I inspired again. I count arrest my smile.

Bette smiled brightly and led me by the hand to the water. She entered the sea, dived perfectly, stood up and turned to me. Her body shining, the water: the tanning oil. The ache made a home permanently on my body.

Her smile, arm and hands called me. I slowly entered in the clear water and reached her body. I kissed her full of need and then I dived.
We keep embraced. My legs on her waist. Our breasts and lips together. My legs on her waist. My breast on her back. My lips on the nape of her neck. The sea protecting and caressing us for almost two hours.

We played, laughed, provoked, allowed, shared. We talk, needed, desired, and whispered by the sunrise.

Just then… just then, after having met, she told me how that day,… that day, by the pool, a year and a half ago, she wanted to fuck me right there.

Bette told me that when she placed the bikini aside to give her more space to stroke my pussy. She told me, between her heavy breathes, when she fucked me in the kitchen table from the bungalow.