“Yeah—including some swim trunks.Shouldbe in tomorrow, if you really do get next day delivery here.”
“We do, but only at thePostOffice,”Ireminded him.
He sighed.
“Well,Iguess we’ll have to brave the wrath ofBarbaraand what’s-her-name again.”
“Ellen,”Isaid, giggling asIremembered the sour faces of the two women who ran theBlackridgePostOffice.Theyhad always been so rude and nasty to me, butIno longer feared them.NotwithKorby my side to put them in their place.
“Yeah, whatever.”Heshrugged.
“I might order a few more things myself,”Itold him.“Maybea few more dresses.”
“Get more like that one,” he growled, nodding at the tiny red dress, which was riding up again to show theVbetween my thighs.
“ButIthink this one is the wrong size,”Iprotested, tugging at the skirt which made my breasts pop out again.
“Mmm,Ithink you’re right—you’d better get a size smaller,” was his remark.
“Kor!”Iexclaimed, andIwas blushing, butIcouldn’t help smiling too.Hemade me feel so beautiful—so hot and sexy and desirable the way he looked at me.
I just couldn’t get enough.
TWENTY-THREE
VIVIENNE
Which is probably whyIput on the tiny white bikini again and went to the pool.
Kor was already in the water whenIgot there.Hiseyes flickered over me, lazy with lust andIfelt that heat blooming in my belly again.
“Well, hello there,” he murmured, his deep voice echoing slightly in the vast, tiled room.“Iwas afraid you weren’t coming.”
In fact,Ialmost hadn’t.OnceIput on the bikini again,Iwas almost overcome with guilt.ButIpushed it aside and reminded myself we weren’t breaking any laws.Justletting him look at me wasn’t wrong, was it?
Yes, but he did more than look—you let him touch, too!whispered that guilty little voice in my head andIhad a mental image of him cupping my breast and his long fingers sliding against my aching clit.
He didn’t touch me without clothes on,Ithought back.Iwould never let him do that.There’snothing wrong with letting him feel the fabric of my suit, though.
Not thatIwas going to do it again.Thiswas going to be a strictly “look but don’t touch” situation,Ipromised myself.
I took my time getting into the water.Itwas heated to a steady seventy-five degreesFahrenheit, but it was still chilly against my skin.
“Ohhh, it’s so cold!”Icomplained asIlowered myself into the pool.
“Only at first—you’ll get used to it,”Korpromised me.
He swam over, crouching down in the water as he got to the shallow end whereIwas, so that he was still mostly submerged.
“Here, come out with me.Don’tyou want to go swimming?”
“No, no—it’s too cold,”Idecided.Mynipples were aching from the chilly water, andIwas covered in goosebumps.“Yougo ahead,”Isaid, stepped up on the pool steps again.“I’mgoing to lay down under one of the sunlamps to warm up.”
But whenIstood all the way out of the water,IheardKortake in a breath.Lookingdown,Isaw why.
The water had made the white bikini absolutely transparent.
I bit my lips asIsaw thatImight as well be nude.Mynipples were fully visible, and my curls and pussy slit could be seen right through the thin, see-through cloth.