Life in a Bikini
A Collection of Short Stories
by Jack Boughton
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First published 2010
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“...all I want to do is to break free of my inhibitions with someone who I can trust implicitly.” Kelci
“Kelci, why do you trust me so much?”
“Oh, Jack, don’t be silly. I trust you because I know you.”
Excerpts from “Kelci, The Wonder Girl!,” which can be read as the second story in this book.
Note that some of the stories depict public nudity and sexual situations that may be offensive to some viewers.
It was one of those hot mid-summer weekend days in L.A. and I didn’t have anything to do. The hotter it is in L.A., the more the girls at the beach take off their clothes, and I knew that Venice Beach would be crawling with topless and maybe even bottomless girls.
I didn’t want to be alone, but I was and didn’t know who to ask to go. Also, I wanted to wear my thong or g-string bikini as I needed to unwind from the week’s work. The problem with that was that, or at least so I thought, was that most girls were unapproachable if I didn’t at least have on a full back swimsuit.
So when I was lonely on other beaches, I would take off my thong or g-string, put on a full back bikini and find a pretty girl on the beach to talk to for some company, and of course, they would always have on a full back bikini or even in some cases a one-piece suit.
I don’t know why, but I never talked to a topless or semi-naked girl before on the beach. Maybe I didn’t want to spook them into putting their clothes on, which would have been a real shame. But today, I wanted the best of both worlds: I wanted to go to Venice Beach and look at the semi-naked girls there, but I also wanted to talk to a girl, so I made up my mind that I would do both at the same time...somehow....
Granted, that many of the semi-nude girls there would be Europeans with too-short haircuts, but many Americans also would also get as equally naked, taking advantage of the courtesies extended to the Europeans to avoid an international incident. Not that I didn’t have anything against Europeans, because I didn’t, it’s just that most Europeans I’ve met at Venice didn’t speak too much English, and if they did, they spoke very little...certainly not enough to carry on a good conversation.
The Venice Beach Lifeguards, the beach law enforcers, must have gotten stung once, trying to enforce the L.A. County anti-nudity laws on a naked European, so they seem to look the other way, as I usually see quite a few topless girls out on that beach, and now and then, even bottomless. So I put on my g-string under my runner shorts, and drove off to find a good parking spot close to the beach.
Now at Venice Beach, I usually just strolled the beach until I found a few pretty, thin and semi-nude girls, then laid out next to them for the duration in my thong or g-string too. I did’t think that I’ve ever talked to any girls there.
At other beaches, especially if I was lonely, as I mentioned before, I would put on a full back suit and find the prettiest girl and approach them to talk. The encouraging thing is that I’ve never been turned down and my conversations have always been scintillating and at times titillating, as much a full suit allows. Now, I wanted the best of both worlds: scintillation with a step up in titillation.
My challenge was to find the prettiest, nudest girl and approach her in my g-string and have a nice conversation and see where it goes from there. My goal would be to make it as relaxing as possible for them so that they do not feel self-conscious enough to feel the need to put on clothes while I’m there. The very last thing that I wanted to do to was to be responsible for causing a girl putting on more clothes simply by talking to them.
So I drove the car, squeezed into a tight street parking space and walked the last couple of blocks to Venice Beach. Anywhere North of the breakwater was prime girl-watching territory up to the big drain pipe.
As I walked, I saw a topless girl or a thong-clad girl laying out in the hot sun here or there, but they were either fat, ugly or the pretty ones that I saw that were already laying out with a guy, so I kept on walking, as I was there to meet a pretty, unattached, semi-nude girl.
Then I stumbled upon a patch on the sand where there were quite a few single topless and thong-clad girls in just about every direction and quite a few were fairly pretty. I spread out my sheet, laid down, took off my shorts showing my g-string and naked butt and laid on my stomach. I turned my head to either side to get an eyeful of perfect tits and asses on the girls with the prettiest faces.
After what seemed like an hour went by and my loneliness was beginning to overcome me, I almost chickened out and I rationalized that I was greatly enjoying myself just watching. But the lonely feeling in the pit of my stomach was all of the motivation that I needed and the challenge of me, semi-naked, talking to a equally semi-naked girl finally got to me...I had to do it, and do it now. Now was the time.
As I surveyed, a couple girls in particular caught my eye. At first, they laid out together, both topless and both with thong bikinis. One of the girls looked like she had on a lingerie thong as it was a really pretty little white one with embroidered edges around the butt . I also noticed that she was incredibly pretty with an amazing body. She was the one, I thought.
She was the cuter and more petite of the two with really nice little tits and a long lithe body, like a supermodel. I also noted that she had really nice full, naturally sandy blonde hair down to the top of her shoulders. She must not be European, I mused.
So I visualized myself sitting up to get my balance and bearings, then getting my courage up and simply walking over and asking her if she would like to have some company.
Just as I sat up and was almost ready to go over, they both got up and headed down to the ocean to swim. “Damn,” I thought...”I missed my chance.” The other girl put on her little bikini top, but the prettier girl did not. At first, she seemed fairly confident of that decision, as at that time, she was the only one who was walking around topless and in a tiny little thong to boot. As I watched her, I sensed that she might have been feeling a little self-conscious of her nudity but she still did not put on her top, which intrigued me. I laid back down, a little disheartened.
After about 5-10 minutes they started to head back, and on the way back to their blanket, they stopped to talk to the lifeguard for a few minutes. I noticed that the cuter girl made no effort to cover up her tits, but I could tell that she was still somewhat self-conscious of her nudity. I noticed that the lifeguard didn’t seem too pressed to enforce the L.A. County anti-nudity ordinance. “That’s good,” I thought.
They came back, laid down and settled in a bit. I sat up again and my heart was racing. Now, in the recent past, I talked with many new girls at the gym and on the beach, so I was prepared mentally, but I had never met a girl with my g-string on before, much less a semi-nude girl...a double whammy. After what seemed like an eternity, my heart stopped racing, and as I felt like I could a at least get a word or two out, I seized my chance and stood up.
Wearing nothing by my red g-string, I took off my sunglasses, threw them on my sheet and walked slowly over towards the pretty girl’s side of the blanket. I got down on my knees a few feet from her, looked at the prettier girl, and asked, “Hi, I was wondering if you would like to have some company?”
Both girls, laying on their backs topless, sat up onto their elbows and shaded their eyes to get a better look at me.
The other girl reached out her hand and said, “Hi, my name’s Tammy.”
I reached out my hand and said, “Hi Tammy, nice to meet you. My name’s Jack,” as I shifted my attention to the cuter girl.
Tammy smiled at me, but sensed my interest in her friend and laid back down.
The cute girl reached out her petite hand to me, and said in the sexiest French accent, “Hi Jack, nice to meet you. My name is Kelly.”
I reached out and gently shook her hand and said, “Hi, nice to meet you, Kelly.”
Kelly said, “I hope that you don’t mind if I am French? I think that sometimes my English is not so good?”
Without showing my excitement, I calmly said, “Oh no, you speak very good English.”
“Sometimes I don’t know how I am sounding.” She leaned over on one elbow to face me and I sat down on my legs on the sand.
Trying to contain my excitement over her incredibly sexy feminine French accent packaged with her incredibly sexy body I managed to get out, “Well...your English sounds very good to me.”
Kelly was not only the prettiest girl on the beach, but she was as cute as a button, prettier than any girl I had ever seen at the beach or anywhere. At a distance, she seemed to be in her early twenties, but as I saw her now, I thought that she couldn’t be a day over thirteen. Then I thought, even if she’s only thirteen, I will try to lay down next to her and just talk to her. There’s nothing wrong with that.
As I sat down in the sand a couple feet facing her, she moved to the edge of her blanket to get closer. Her tits poked out more now and her nipples were more erect.
I noticed that she was wearing a lingerie thong, as close up, the fabric was made of the sheerest white silk with very little material. I got the impression that she did not have a real suit and had to make do with her underwear. I asked, “So are you here on vacation?”
“Yes, we have been in the United States for about four weeks. But we are flying back to France tomorrow morning.” Tammy turned her head toward me and gave a reluctant smile.
Looking at Kelly I said, “Kelly? Is that a typical French name?”
“Oh no. My father is Irish.”
“Oh no kidding, I’m Irish too.”
She said, “You are? That’s nice.” and she gave me a nice friendly warm little smile and her eyes lit up. I smiled back and wondered if she was just being friendly or was she genuinely attracted to me? I hoped not the latter as I would not want to have to turn off a 13 year old. I thought, “hmmm, I wonder what the age of consent is in France or if the U.S. laws would apply to a visiting foreigner?”
I asked, “So is this your first time to Los Angeles?”
“Oh yes. I am liking it very much. Do you live here?”
“Yes, but not in Venice,” trying to keep my words simple, ”I live in West Los Angeles. Where do you live in France?”
“Oh me...I live...how do you say...just outside of Paris?”
“Oh OK, sure. I’ve been to Paris before.”
Kelly looked surprised, “You have?”
“Oh yes, I went there...oh about three years ago I guess. I love the culture there.”
“Culture? What is that?”
“Oh...the old buildings, the museums, the art, the Eifel Tower....”
She interrupted, “Oh yes, “culture”...I should know that word.” At this point, I was getting incredibly turned on. She had been speaking in a very feminine French accent and I hung on every syllable as each one sounded sexier than the last. Her voice also had the intonation of a middle school girl, so I really wondered how old she was.
I asked, “So, you look so young...do you mind if I ask how old are you?”
“No, not at all. I am eighteen years of age...just last month.”
I was a little relieved, and repeated, “Just last month?’ Happy birthday!” I thought that if I was going to lay next to a topless girl with an almost-not-there thong, then I wanted to make sure that she wasn’t a minor.
“Thank you, Jack.” I was excited by the fact that I, a 30 year old man, was talking to a half-naked 18 year old girl on the beach, who didn’t look a day over 13 to boot!
I was feeling much more relaxed, “Don’t you just love the sand?” I said, as I let some trickle between my fingers.
She smiled and picked up some sand too, “I love nature.”
“So are you a nature girl?”
“Oh yes, I love camping and being natural out in the woods.”
As I was wondering what she meant by “natural,” I asked, “Is it OK if I bring my sheet over to lay out next to you?”
Kelly said emphatically, “Oh yes. Please do it.”
I stood up and brushed the sand off my butt, then turned around to let her get a good look at my bare ass as I walked slowly back to retrieve my sheet. On the way there I thought how Europeans like to have a smaller personal space than Americans, so on the way back I decided to move in really close to her
As I came back, I saw her looking at me and smiling. That’s encouraging, I thought, I haven’t scared her clothes back onto her yet. I carefully spread out my sheet to touch her blanket and I laid down quite close to her. She propped up a little and settled in for a nice conversation.
I decided that I was going to go for broke and take a chance on either insulting her and ending our conversation right then-and-there or take it to the next level, as I believed that she was as attracted to me as I was to her, so I said, “By the way, I just wanted to said that I think that you are very pretty.” Her eyes lit up and she moved toward me a little. I thought, “Jackpot!”
“Oh, you are so kind, Jack.” She admitted, ”I like you too. Oh...” and grabbed her mouth, then continued, “...and I think that you look very good too,” and smiled warmly. I smiled back having just been reassured that she might keep her clothes off now.
“Well, thank you, Kelly. Even though I just met you, I think that you are a really sweet girl.”
“You are sweet too, Jack.”
“Thank you.” We were both smiling so much now that I thought that our mouths were going to split apart.
I continued, “So...you are in such great shape...do you exercise?”
“Yes, I am a runner. I like to run for exercise.”
“I used to do that, until I injured, um, or...I hurt my leg.”
“Ohhh...I am so sorry to hear that. Are you OK now? You seem to be in such great shape.” She made sure that I was looking, then noticeably looked at my body from my feet to my head and gave me another big smile. I smiled back.
I said, “Oh yeah, I go the gym now to exercise. It doesn’t hurt my leg.”
After a short pause I offered, ”Also, by the way, I wanted to say that I love your accent...it is so sexy sounding.”