Erotic Tease: Do You Like My Swimsuit?

It was hot, it was lazy. The air smelled of lemonade and giggles. The kind of day that you look back on as a hazy memory… not entirely sure if it wasn’t just a dream.

Red curls bounced past him in a laugh. Startled, he turned and saw her look back teasingly with a smile. She kept running, he kept looking. Her creamy skin practically glowed in the sunlight, but that wasn’t what caught his attention.

It was that swimsuit.

The contrast of a deep red against her fair skin was perfection. From the back, he could see that the bottom of her suit was designed to be high-waisted shorts (cut entirely too high to be shorts). He felt an ache as his eyes landed on the curve of her cheeks peeking out just under the thin pieces of silky fabric. He couldn’t tell if that meant the suit was too small or just right.

The suit was backless. The red ties around her neck made a perfectly messy bow. One tie—a little longer than the other, trailed down her back and practically begged to be pulled. She turned, and his world started spinning. That swimsuit was hardly a swimsuit at all. Connected to the waist of her suit, were two gauzy mesh strips that traveled over her chest and tied behind her neck.

He saw two rosebuds peeking out of the mesh.

No, not her nipples. Two embroidered flowers perfectly placed among the mesh. Those flowers practically floated in place, making him hungry for what was just out of sight. He realized now that he was closer than before. She was drawing him in like a moth to the flame, and he was losing himself a little more with each step. She may have said something to him, he didn’t really know. Any voices were drowned in the sound of cicadas and his heartbeat. Entranced, he tried to look up, but only caught himself on another detail of hers. Her ruby red lips parted in a laughing smile, as they knew he’d been captured. She reached out, took his face in her small hands, and pulled his gaze to hers. Studying his eyes heavy with lust, she kissed him—deeply—letting him melt into liquid like a warm popsicle. With a satisfied grin she gently pushed him back, and with a pout that could shred any heart to pieces, she said:

“do you like my swimsuit?”