The Black Bikini
by Josie Jordan

I came across the black bikini while I was clearing out the wardrobe in the spare room. Pretty turquoise beads separated the two tiny triangles of the top, and the pants were even tinier, with a Brazilian-style cut-away rear.

‘Put it on, then,’ Mark had said, the day I’d bought it.

Feeling self-conscious, I’d done as he said.

Mark promptly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. My boobs were ripped free of the triangles and given a rough groping. Then, breathing heavily, he came up behind me. Pulling the pants to one side, he stuck his cock into me, and proceeded to give me a fast and frantic fucking over the kitchen table.

‘You’re not going out the house wearing that,’ he muttered as he pulled out.

My laughter died in my throat when I realised he wasn’t joking. Anyway, the bikini ended up in the bottom of the wardrobe, where it had remained ever since.

I held it up now to look at it. Would it still fit? Quickly, I stripped off my clothes to try it on. I tied the triangles into place, hauled the pants up my thighs, and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

Not too bad. Surprisingly not too bad. I’d put on a few pounds since I’d bought it, but the cut seemed to showcase my curves.

Now all I needed was someone to show it off to.

I spotted a likely specimen that very afternoon – sloping across the lawn at Laura’s barbecue, a hunky young guy in a white T-shirt that clung to his athletic upper body.

I plucked up all my courage and walked up to him. ‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I’m Jen. You a friend of Carl’s?’

‘Don’t you remember me?’ His handsome face broke into a grin. ‘You don’t, do you?’

I stared at him. He did look vaguely familiar, but I just couldn’t place him.

‘It’s Luke,’ he said.

My jaw must have dropped. Laura’s son! I’d known Laura for years and I’d watched Luke grow up. Hell, I’d even babysat him! She’d only been 20 when he’d been born, the first of my friends to have children. Since then, everyone else had had them too – everyone except me, that was; I suppose I wasn’t really the mothering type.

Anyway, for the past few years, Luke been living down south with his dad and stepmum, and somehow, in that time, he’d grown a foot taller and his shoulders had almost doubled in size.

‘How old are you now, Luke?’ I asked, once I’d recovered my powers of speech.

‘Nineteen. How old are you?’

I raised my eyebrow. ‘It’s rude to ask a woman that.’

Luke had always had a cheeky streak. After his parents split up, he’d started to be a real handful. I think he blamed his mum for the break-up, although his dad was certainly no saint. Laura had been relieved when her ex had remarried and offered to take him.

My God, how he’d grown! The cute kid with big dark eyes and a curly head of hair had matured into a stunning young man.

I threw a guilty glance over my shoulder. It wouldn’t do for Laura to see me looking at her baby like this. Fortunately, though, she was standing at the barbecue, chiding her new boyfriend for burning the sausages.

Now that I thought about it, Laura had mentioned Luke was living with her again, when she’d phoned to invite me to this barbecue. Then I remembered what else she’d said about him: ‘He’s just been dumped, poor thing.’

I’d laughed. ‘It hurts, the first time, doesn’t it?’

She lowered her voice. ‘I think it’s his pride that’s hurt more than anything. Apparently, his girlfriend told him he was crap in bed.’

‘Really? Did he tell you that?’

Laura snorted. ‘No, he’d die if he thought I knew!
I heard it from his ex’s sister – she goes to my yoga class.’

I thought back to the gawky young kid I remembered. ‘A one-minute wonder, is he?’

‘I reckon!’ said Laura. ‘It’s slightly more information than you want to know about your son, but still. Anyway, he’ll get over it.’

Luke was staring at my dress with frank interest. Well, it was rather on the short side. I was dressing differently now that I was single again. Now that I no longer had Mark to tell me what I could and couldn’t do. So far, though, it hadn’t done me a bit of good. I hadn’t had sex for months.

Nineteen, I said to myself. At least it was legal.

‘You’re looking good, Luke,’ I said softly. ‘Nice ar …’ I let the end of my sentence fade away, so that it wasn’t clear whether I was saying “arms” or “arse”.

Luke’s eyes widened.

I nodded innocently at his biceps.

‘Oh.’ He flushed. ‘I’m on a swimming team at college.’

Perfect. I sighed. ‘I wish I could swim properly. I can do breaststroke, sort of, but whenever I try anything else, I just sink. Hey, maybe you can give me some tips?’

He puffed out his chest. ‘Sure.’

There was a nice pool at the gym I’d just joined. Once again, I threw a glance over my shoulder to check nobody else was within hearing distance. I so shouldn’t be doing this. But I was going to do it anyway. ‘What are you doing tomorrow, Luke?’

He shrugged. ‘Er, nothing.’

I met him outside the gym. ‘Did you tell your mum you were coming over here?’ I asked.

Luke rolled his eyes. ‘I don’t have to tell her where
I go. I just said I was off out.’

I nodded, relieved.

After I’d signed him in, I told him to wait for me outside the changing rooms. My hands shook as I put on my black bikini. I thought of how I’d held him as a baby. I’d seen him naked plenty of times while Laura was changing his nappy, but he was a different person now.

I wrapped a towel around myself and went out to find him. Sadly, his baggy swimming trunks didn’t reveal much, although what I could see of his body was pretty damn delicious.

Feeling self-conscious, I peeled away my towel to reveal my bikini. It was lucky that the only other people in the pool were middle-aged ladies busy swimming laps, for my bits were practically spilling out of it.

Luke gaped. Slowly and deliberately, I bent over right in front of him to take off my sandals. I could just imagine the view he’d get. When I turned around again, I was pleased with the effect I’d achieved, but I pretended not to notice.

I descended the steps into the water and flailed around a bit. ‘See what I mean?’ I called. ‘I’m hopeless.’

Luke dived in. In a fast freestyle, he pounded to the other end and back, returning barely out of breath.
I feasted my eyes on him, the way the water dripped from his strong shoulders and arms. His dark hair looked even sexier wet.

I flapped my arms in a pathetic attempt at a front crawl and allowed myself to sink beneath the surface.

Just as I’d hoped, Luke’s hands gripped my waist. He hauled me up and I surfaced, spluttering.

‘What am I doing wrong?’ I asked.

He held on to the side of the pool and demonstrated how to kick.

‘Like this?’ I said, deliberately getting it wrong again.

In a flash, his smooth young hands were back on my waist.

‘One-two-one-two,’ he said, tapping the backs of my legs in turn.

I disguised my shiver of delight and pressed my tit up against his arm.

‘That’s better,’ he said.

I heard the tremor in his voice and turned to look at him. ‘Have you got a girlfriend, Luke?’ I asked in a casual tone.

He blinked. ‘Um, not just now, no.’

I took in the way he avoided my eyes, the downturn of his mouth. He was an instant teenager again. ‘Would you like a girlfriend?’

Cautiously, his gaze lifted. ‘Course.’

I could see him wondering where I was going with this. ‘Just curious,’ I said.

He found me a float and we progressed to swimming widths of the shallow end, with me maintaining as much body contact as possible. It was hard to tell underwater, but I was pretty certain he had a hard-on.

When I’d had enough of teasing him, I climbed out and stood under the shower at the poolside. Tilting my face to the spray, I skimmed my hands over my boobs and hips, with a sneaky sideways glance to make sure Luke was watching me.

He hauled himself out of the pool to join me. Water gushed down his nearly hairless chest. I gulped. He was perfect! And there was no way I wasn’t having him.

‘Come back to mine?’ I asked.

He shot me an uncertain look and nodded.

We walked back to my place in silence. As soon as we were inside, I fetched my baby lotion from the bathroom. ‘All that yucky chlorine in the water,’ I said. ‘It really dries out your skin. Let me put some of this on for you.’

Before he could protest, I lifted his T-shirt over his head. ‘Jeans too,’ I said.

Meekly, he pulled his long legs from the denim.

I patted the sofa, inviting him to lie down on it, and he stretched out, face down, in his white cotton boxer shorts. Cute. I guessed Laura had bought them for him – she’d always had good taste.

Beneath my clothes, I was still wearing my bikini. I hitched my skirt up to my hips and straddled his thighs. When I dripped lotion down his spine, he flinched.

I giggled. ‘Ticklish, are you?’

‘No.’

‘Sure about that?’

I lifted the waistband of his boxers and aimed a jet of lotion onto his bottom. He nearly leapt off the sofa. I massaged the lotion into his skin, giving the gusset of my bikini pants the odd sly rub against his legs as I did so.

‘Turn over,’ I said.

I was gratified to see the massive erection straining his boxers. His eyes searched my face but I maintained a carefully neutral expression and pretended not to have noticed it. I hadn’t finished playing with him yet.

I squirted lotion onto his chest and rubbed it into his baby-smooth stomach. A mere whisper of hair led to the top of his boxers. I traced it with my fingers. He gave another jolt when I ventured beneath the elastic again. I laughed. ‘Relax!’

Careful to stay well clear of his cock, I explored the sensitive skin of his lower belly. All traces of his usual cockiness had vanished. His anguished expression had me struggling to keep a straight face.

This was the most fun I’d had in ages. The most turned on I’d been too. My ex’s style in bed had been rough to say the least, and although it was exciting to begin with, the novelty of it soon wore off. I just wished I hadn’t wasted the last five years of my life with him.

‘My turn,’ I said. ‘Mind putting some lotion on me?’

Luke jumped up. ‘Sure.’

I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled down my skirt. Turning my back to him, I untied my bikini top and let it drop to the floor. I was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.

I took his place on the sofa, lying down flat on my belly in my bikini pants, which were still damp and growing damper by the second. His gaze burned into my bottom. He positioned himself over me and dripped lotion onto my back. His warm hands slid up my spine.

‘Wait a minute,’ I said and tugged the pants down an inch or so.

Cautious fingers explored the tops of my buttocks.

‘Now for the front.’ I rolled over so that my bare breasts stared up at him.

For a few seconds, Luke remained frozen. I picked up the lotion, squirted some over my chest and signalled for him to begin.

Tentatively, he reached down to touch me. His Adam’s apple bobbed madly as he worked the lotion into my shoulders but he seemed uncertain about venturing any further down.

When his fingers finally inched lower, I closed my eyes and let my lips part. ‘Squeeze them,’ I whispered.

Through my eyelashes, I saw his incredulous look. At last he cupped his palms over my tits, triggering a rush of heat to my crotch.

I moaned. ‘That’s it. Squeeze harder.’

I managed to hold out for another minute before I gave in and grabbed him. His lips were smooth and delicate, his stubble soft and fine. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell I was kissing a teenager.

He pulled back, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘No fucking way! I was thinking, is she doing what I think she’s doing?’

I smiled wickedly. ‘She is. Let’s lose these boxers, shall we? Mmm. Little Luke has become quite a big boy.’

I dug my fingers into his bottom and pulled him down for another kiss. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for with passion. His tongue thrashed inside my mouth, stirring in me an excitement I hadn’t felt for years.

When he began grinding himself into my pelvis, it occurred to me that if I wasn’t careful, he was going to come then and there.

‘I want that cock of yours in my mouth,’ I whispered. ‘Come up here.’

He hauled himself upright. I clasped his hips and guided him to my mouth. He blinked down at me with his big dark eyes as I fastened my lips around his cock.

‘No shit!’ he groaned. ‘No fucking way!’

I gave him three or four good hard sucks. You’re sucking off Laura’s son, I said to myself. The sheer naughtiness of it delighted me.

Suddenly he wrestled his cock free.

‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, surprised.

‘I was about to come,’ he said in a choked voice.

I laughed. ‘That’s the idea, Luke. I want to feel you go off deep in my throat. Would you like that?’ I opened my mouth wide and watched his pupils dilate.

Speechless, he nodded.

So I lowered my lips once again. The knowledge that he was so close thrilled me. I nibbled around his foreskin and plunged my tongue into his little hole, listening to him breathing in rapid little breaths.

‘I’m going to make you come now,’ I said and sucked him deep.

He let out a strangled cry and the back of my mouth was blasted with heat. I swallowed it all down, holding him there until he’d stopped pumping.

He collapsed to the sofa beside me and I noted with pride that I appeared to have blown his mind.

‘Touch me,’ I said, after he’d had a moment to get his breath back.

He looked flustered. ‘How?’

‘Well you could start by playing with my tits.’

He fumbled about a bit. ‘Like this?’

‘Yeah. Pinch my nipples, I like that.’

When I glanced down, I saw that he was hard again. Teenage boys! Some girl was going to find herself very lucky indeed.

‘Wait right here,’ I said and got up to get a condom from the bathroom.

Before I could open it, he caught my arm. ‘Look,’ he muttered. ‘I’m so horny I’m going to last about two minutes flat.’

I smiled. Nothing turned me on more than the thought of this hot young stud exploding inside me. Besides I had all day to enjoy him. ‘That’s cool with me, Luke. Then you can have another go.’

I ripped into the foil and squashed his cock into the condom. Still wearing the bikini pants, which were practically dripping by now, I draped myself over the arm of the sofa and pulled the fabric to one side.

He groaned. ‘It’ll be one minute if you keep them on.’

The memory of his cock in my mouth played over and over; the way it had jerked and swelled as he’d climaxed. I was aching for him. ‘Just fuck me, Luke,’ I begged.

He knelt behind me. His finger pressed between my buttocks and poked around a bit. I realised with amusement that he was trying to work out where to put it. Breathing hard, he replaced his finger with his cock. I bit my lip. Young Luke was a little off with his female anatomy. He was a good three inches too high and if he wasn’t careful he was going to end up somewhere I was pretty sure he didn’t intend to go.

Mark had loved to take me up the arse. He was always trying to talk me into it. From time to time, I let him, but I didn’t much like it. He would get way too excited and despite my pleas for him to be gentle, he’d shove it in deep, regardless.

Surprisingly though, the idea of Luke poking his stiff shaft in my backdoor was a major turn on. Hmm, that would really blow his mind. Still, maybe I’d save that for next time.

I arched my back to direct his cock lower. ‘That’s it,’
I said. ‘Fuck me.’

He gave a tentative push and slid easily in. I bit into the cushion. God, that felt good! He pulled out and made a few slow, shallow thrusts. I could tell he was trying his best not to come. Then, as though he couldn’t control himself any longer, he pumped madly away inside me.

With his smooth young fingers clutching on to my buttocks, he huffed and puffed his way to a climax.
I calculated that he’d managed to last twice as long as he had the first time, and I was confident that the next time, he’d manage longer still.

When he withdrew, I pulled off my bikini pants. They had served their purpose.

I stretched out on the sofa again. ‘Time for your next lesson,’ I said. ‘Give me your hand.’ I steered his fingers down between my labia and made him paint tiny circles on my clitoris. ‘Feel that little bump right there? That’s the most sensitive place on a woman’s body.’

He caught hold of my clitoris between finger and thumb, and I moaned.

‘Now for the second stage,’ I managed to gasp. ‘Every five circles, push your finger up inside me.’

I guided him at first, but soon he was doing it on his own.

His face screwed up in concentration. ‘Is that right?’

I was touched by his eagerness. What more could
I want in a lover? ‘Yeah. Now try two fingers. Oh yeah. See if I can take three.’

I could. I began to shift my hips upwards as his fingers entered me. He maintained the perfect rhythm – clearly, he was a fast learner.

‘That’s it, Luke. Make me come.’

He leaned over to kiss me. With his tongue deep inside my mouth and his soft young stubble biting into my chin, I reached a climax that was well worth waiting for.

Even better – when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was hard again.

I smiled to myself. Laura had told me his college vacation was coming up. I had a feeling it was going to be a long hot summer.