Fingered and Fucked in the White Bikini

He picked the bikini. White. Thin. The kind that goes see-through wet. We lay down behind a dune, technically hidden, but only just, and he slid his fingers inside me slow, like he had all day. Then he pulled my bikini bottoms to the side and pushed in hard, and finished without a word. When he was done, he tugged the fabric back into place, sealed it all in, and told me that's better. And I walked into the water beside him. Soaked. Full. His.