Me, The Beach, And Erica - Part 1 free porn video

All rights for this content belong to Shiraz Derwine. Please leave a review if you liked this story. All reviews are important to me and motivate me to write more. A version of this story in Italian is available on FictionMania -------------- Me, the beach, and Erica -------------- My plan was as simple: Graduate from high school and then do three Summer months at the seaside far from worries, parents, books, and problems. I spent my whole last year of school just imagining how good a holiday like that would be. My parents couldn't wait to get rid of me for a while once I turned 18, and they were more than happy to pay for three months of rent for a house in the Italian seaside region of Marche. It would be their present for my graduation and the only condition was that my grades had to be good, which had never been a problem. I planned everything carefully. I found a decent place right across the road to the sea and I had already run an official food shopping list through my mom. I also had a non-official list that I paid in advance using some pocket money, and it was filled mostly with liquors and beer. Included in the price of the house were three mountain bikes, three windsurfs, and a quad bike. Everything was paid in advance in November, to save some cash, and my friends and I were super-hyped. Actually... I planned everything, but there are things I couldn't see coming, like the infamous Covid virus. The high school final test was a piece of cake, helped by the mess caused by the pandemic, and I passed it with the best grades. But from March onwards my plan started breaking apart when my friends, following their parents' advice, told me that they wouldn't be able to come with me. I thought I'd have to wave goodbye to the idea of long drunken beach nights and I was quite surprised when my parents, instead, insisted that I go anyway. I would describe my parents as "different" from the others. They are both 38 years old and they were just 20 when I was born. They never made me feel bad for being born, but here and there I could spot the signals that they felt they were still young, and wanted to enjoy life again now that I was old enough. "Paolo, don't worry! You'll find some company there!" my father told me while giving me a packet of condoms away from my mother's sight. I had no doubt that his plan for their Summer at home had a lot to do with the way he imagined my holiday. That leads us to the moment when on the First of July 2020 I waved goodbye to my parents from the train that would take me to my holiday destination and, eventually, to a new life. ------------------ The closest railway station was about 15 miles away from the holiday house. Thankfully, my father had slipped a roll of 50 Euros banknotes in my backpack, so I jumped in a taxi without even thinking about it. Thick heavy rain was pouring down, which is not a great start for a holiday. I paid the driver an extortionate price and I dragged my suitcases to the door of the small villa. I could clearly tell why the place was cheap: it was the last house of the town, and its north side overlooked a field covered in rubbles with an unfinished building in the middle. The outside of the villa needed a new coat of paint and it looked a lot different from the pictures that I saw on the website, that had clearly been photoshopped. I was a typical second home built during the sixties with second quality materials, and never properly maintained. The keys were in a small box next to the postbox, locked with a padlock that I could open with the code that had been emailed to me. Inside, the place looked like it had been furnished my grandmother using her parents' furniture. The rooms were grey and every table, chair, bed, and sofa looked like they would collapse just by touching them. "Wow!" I said to myself, unimpressed. That word echoed making the apartment look even emptier. That combination of a long trip, rain, location, and flat conditions was bad, but what was worse was knowing that had my friends been there with me I wouldn't have cared about any of it a single bit. While I called my mother to tell her that I had arrived, I ate one of the sandwiches she made for me, then I chose the room with the bed that seemed the least destroyed one. I fell asleep while cursing myself for organizing that holiday. ------------- The following day I was awakened by the sun shining through the blinds of the window. All clouds were gone, the sun was shining, and I felt immediately better. After a quick shower, I donned the first pair of shorts that I found, a random t-shirt, and I decided to take a walk and find a caf? to have breakfast. The only place open at that time was about five minutes away in the direction of the town center. The sound of the waves and the smell of the sea made me feel good as I sat at the bale of the small bar overlooking the sea. Later that morning I received the delivery of all the food I had pre- ordered. There were bags and bags of pre-cooked meals, packed sandwiches, and a lot of alcohol. "Well, at least I won't have to go shopping any time soon!" I thought. That afternoon I went to check the mountain bikes, the windsurfs, and the quad. The bikes, the boards, and the sails had seen better days, but the four-wheeled motorbike was brand new. I took my towel and I crossed the large road that separated my apartment from the beach, ready to sample the seawater. The beach was free, too far from the center of the town to be turned into a concession, and I wasn't sad about it. A thick forest of maritime pines ran between the road and the beach, shielding me from the noise of the few cars and trucks around. Some trees stretched closer to the water creating some natural private beaches. Thanks to the virus there were no other tourists that I could see, so I decided to call one of those spaces my own, and I left my towel there as I jumped into the warm water for a swim. Water had always been my element. Since I was a baby my parents always took me with them when they met their friends at the pool club and I quickly learned to float and then to swim. I even tried to join a swimming team when I was 10, but some other kids were better built than me for that sport and I was never the fastest. Still, that didn't stop me from enjoying my long summer holidays where I got into surfing, windsurfing, and I gained the confidence to go for hours long swims. After thirty minutes of swimming, I went back ashore and it took me a few seconds to identify the place where I left my towel. In what I had claimed as "my" private area there seemed to be another person. "Thirty miles of free and empty beach, no tourists, and this one had to invade my space..." I said to myself, laughing. Just a few meters away from my towel, there was a person busy sunbathing, facing down. As I drew closer I started noticing some details, and a smile formed on my face when I saw the shape of a blue thong bikini disappearing between two round ass cheeks. "Maybe it's not as bad as it seemed!" I thought. Next to the girl, there was a straw bag with some clothes and other objects, and a pair of sandals with a wooden wedge. Her black long hair was pulled to the side to better expose her back to the sun, and the lack of a bikini strap told me that she was topless. I decided to be as noisy as I could so she wouldn't think that I was trying to surprise or scare her. I stomped in the sand as I approached, letting go of a few satisfied "puffs" and "pants" as to say that I was satisfied with my exercise. She didn't seem to be surprised by the fact that I was coming near her and, without moving a muscle, she just turned her face towards me and greeted me. "Ciao!" said in our language. "Err... Ciao! I hope I didn't scare you! I left my towel here about half an hour ago!" I told her. She had a beautiful face and her voice was quite deep. "Of course! I saw it! And I saw you swimming! I chose this spot to feel less lonely!" She confessed. Once I finished drying myself I placed the beach towel back on the sand just a couple of meters away from her. At least I would have someone to chat with, I thought. "Are you staying here in town?" I asked. "No, I live in a town up in the hills. At least temporarily. But I spend my days here on the beach when I can," she said. "You?" "I'm here on holiday. Or on what should have been a holiday. If it wasn't for Covid there would be three friends here with me. Today it's my first day at the beach!" I explained. "This should be the wildest time of my life, and instead I'm stuck here all alone!" "Hey! Look! There's someone here!" she said, pretending to be offended. "I mean, here, in the house,... I mean..." I tried to make things better. "Don't worry! I'm just messing with you! Anyway, you'll see me a lot here on the beach. I'm always available for a chat if you fancy!" she said, and then she turned her head the other way to relax in the sun. I put some sunscreen on and I lay down to sunbathe properly. Her skin looked very soft even if she was already tanned, she was clearly taking good care of it. I never cared about having a nice tan when going back from a holiday, but she looked very healthy and I wouldn't have minded looking like that when going back home. The swim and the sun had on me the effect that they usually have on everyone on their first day. I fell asleep without noticing, and when I woke up she was gone. My watch told me that I had spent more than two hours on the beach and that it was time to go back to my little villa. That evening I wanted to take the quad bike for a spin and have a better look at the town center. Next to where she used to lay, something light blue was half-buried in the sand. I went to have a look and I found her thong that, I reasoned, she must have forgotten before leaving. To make sure that nobody would throw it away, I decided to take it home with me and give it back to her the following day. Once home, I gave it a good wash with soapy water to eliminate any possible virus. The thong had a sequin decoration with an Indian motif, an elephant's face to be precise. I hung it on the clothes airer on the small balcony, hoping that nobody would see it from the street, I showered and left home to have a look around. The town center was a small semicircular square opposite the seaside. The few shops open were the same things that you would find in any other seaside town: a fishmonger, four or five small souvenir shops that sold cheap toys and solar creams, an "art gallery" selling authentic giant seashells clearly Made in Cina, a mini-mart and two bars that doubled as gelato parlors. In a corner, an arcade with old coin-op games and some pinballs was closed due to the pandemic. I bought an ice cream and chatted with some locals that told me that all the big shops and clubs were in the same town where my train stopped the day earlier. I jumped back on my quad, explored the few internal roads of the town, and, eventually, I returned home where a pre-packed pasta salad was waiting for me in the fridge. To make sure that the vodka wouldn't go stale, I joked with myself, I opened one of the bottles and I poured a lot of it in a glass with some Coca Cola. I connected my laptop to the Wi-Fi, which was the only tangible sign of the twenty-first century in the whole house, and I did the only thing that any other 18 years old man would have done in that solitude: I opened PornHub. Skipping between the Teen and the Lesbian sections of the website I found a video with an incredibly beautiful girl masturbating on her bed. One of her hands was fondling her breasts while the other one was buried inside a light blue thong that reminded me of the one that belonged to my still unnamed friend from the beach. I assume that the second glass of Vodka I was drinking had some impact on my decision to go and grab the underwear that I had found and washed earlier. I bookmarked the video and I started stroking my penis holding the thong between my hand and my dick. When the side laces got in my way once too many times, and when the alcohol was circulating free in my system, I decided that if I wore that item instead of holding it then everything would be easier. I stripped naked and I put it on, at first struggling to understand on which side to put my legs. I found weird, but not too unpleasant, the feeling of the back string running through the crack of my ass. I replayed the same video and I started masturbating, still holding my penis through the soft fabric, this time pulling on the strings to feel it better against my ass. Without thinking, I copied the movements of the girl, fondling my nipples as I played with my cock. The combination of that porn, the alcohol, the freedom of being alone, and the feeling of doing something forbidden by wearing that thong made me cum like a fountain in just a few minutes. I only had the strength to clean myself with some tissues, and then I fell asleep with the computer still on, the girl still moaning from the screen, and the thong still around my waist. ------------- The next day I woke up in the same position. The computer was out of battery and a blinking red light was begging me to charge it. I looked around just to see tissues everywhere and, as my body slowly regained consciousness, I could feel a pinch where the cum had dried around my hair. That night I must have covered myself instinctively with a blanket, and when I lifted it I found that I was still wearing the thong. "Oh... right!" I thought, trying to decide what to do of the memory of myself wanking while wearing women's underwear. I took a long and hot shower, at the same time washing the thong to remove all traces of cum. I put it on the balcony to dry and I had a quick breakfast with some chocolate biscuits and orange juice, hoping to get rid of the hangover. "Just two vodkas and look at me!" I thought. "I must practice more!" After about twenty minutes I was ready to test the windsurf gear. A warm wind was blowing from the north-west, which was the perfect angle to sail out and come back quickly at any time. I remembered to take the thong with me. Thanks to the hot weather it was already dry. When I got to the beach, the same girl from the day before was already there, laying her towel on the sand. She was wearing a pink top with fringes that covered her hips. "Good morning!" she said with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" "Hi! Yes, thanks! But I didn't sleep here on the beach!" I tried to make a joke on the fact that she left when I was asleep the day before. "I know!" she said. "I came back here in the evening and you were gone!" "Did you come back for some midnight sun?" I joked. "Nope! I came back because I forgot my bikini bottom! But I couldn't find it..." she said, leaving the sentence hanging for a moment. "...but I think I've seen it hanging on a balcony on the other side of the road!" I quickly fetched the thong from my pocket and I handed it to her. "Yes, right! I found it when I left!" I explained. "And to make sure that nobody threw it away I took it with me. Here it is!" She took it from my hand and passed it through her fingers. "It's a bit wet!" she observed. "I washed it with some soap!" I tried to come up with a white lie. "With the Covid around, you know....better safe than sorry!" She looked at me with a soft grin on her lips. "Thank you! Do you also wash dressed and iron shirts?" she joked, then she put the underwear in her bag and finished setting up her towel. I spent the rest of the morning setting up the windsurf and doing the first laps with it after a nine months break. The sea was calm and the wind was gentle, which was a great combination to practice. At some point, from afar, I noticed that the girl was still sunbathing but the position of her knees suggested that she was facing up. "Maybe it's time to go back. I might get a good view of her boobs!" My warm-blooded eighteen years old brain suggested. I turned the sail around and, with a few maneuvers, I got back to the point where I started. The girl seemed to be aware of my return and she turned face down before I could get too close. I had just enough time to catch a glimpse of her breasts. They didn't seem particularly big but they had a nice round shape that was even visible from the side. "She must be a B cup!" I reckoned, comparing her to an ex-girlfriend of mine. When I got to my towel she turned her head towards me. "May I ask you your name?" she asked. "Sure, sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Paolo!" I answered. "And I'm Erica!" she said. "Are you busy for lunch, Paolo?" "Not really!" I said with a smirk since there wasn't much to do in the area anyway. "I have some stuff in the fridge at home. I was thinking of making a sandwich or something easy". "Good, then we can eat here, together. It's past noon already!" she suggested. "Sure! I wouldn't say no to some company! I'll go grab something at home. Need anything?" I asked "No, thanks. I have some salad in a container in my bag. Go, I'll look after your gear and your stuff!" she concluded. I took the key from my bag and I ran to the house to grab something from the fridge. In a couple of minutes, I managed to put together a ham and cheese sandwich, I took two cans of Coca Cola, and I ran back to the beach. When I arrived I saw that Erica had set up two logs to use as stools and she was sitting on one of them. Instead of the t-shirt, she was wearing a pareo on her shoulder and tied on her chest. "Thanks for the chair!" I said, pointing at the log. "Can I offer you a drink to say thank you? I know that rules wouldn't allow us to exchange things, but if you want a Coke..." "Thank you, Paolo. But I am trying to stay away from fizzy stuff during the day. Appreciated, though!" she said politely with a smile. We had our lunch under the shade of two separate trees to keep a distance. We chatted about how life in a big northern city in the plains was very different from the quiet of the small town we were at. She told me that she too grew up in a large city in the north of Italy and that only recently she had moved, at least temporarily, looking for some privacy. "I like it when there aren't many people around! This virus has made the whole thing a bit extreme, but I am not complaining. When I feel too lonely I try to make friends with someone here at the beach!" she explained. While I was sitting in front of her I couldn't ignore that her pareo would move from time to time, uncovering part of her breasts. I wasn't obsessed with it, but after two days spent at the beach with this girl practically naked next to me, it seemed weird that I hadn't seen her boobs yet. As if she read my mind, she untied the knot and let the piece of cloth fall behind her back, leaving her bare breasts in plain sight. "It's so hot today!" she said. "Err... yes... hot, indeed..." My eyes quickly wandered, searching for a place to look at to avoid staring at her. "Come on, don't be like that! You are not a kid anymore. You must be at least eighteen!" she said, laughing. "Yes, but..." I tried to find something to say. "Great! There's nothing illegal here! don't worry!" she added while she went back to eating her salad. Her breasts were about as big as I pictured them. Her nipples were erected as they would in cold weather and her areolas were dark. Something made her chest hypnotic and I couldn't stop looking at it. "Maybe there is something illegal there!" she laughed, pointing somewhere between my legs. Without noticing I was sporting a massive erection that my swim shorts couldn't hide. I swallowed the last bite of my food as I sprinted towards the sea where I dipped into the cold water. After a minute I went back to sit on my log. "Sorry! I don't know how to apologize!" I felt my head boiling as my blood rushed to my face and made me blush. "Ah-ah! Don't worry! I'll consider that a compliment!" She laughed out loud. We chatted some more and then we lay down on our towels to catch some sun, both facing up. During the afternoon I used the windsurf a couple more times and then I chained it to a tree in a safe position. "So, I'll see you tomorrow!" Said Erica on her way to her small red car. "Yes, tomorrow. And, again, sorry for...." I started. "I said don't worry! It's nothing I've never... seen!" And giggling she disappeared behind the pine bushes while I was picking up my stuff. I got home extra tired because of all the physical activity I had done, and I jumped straight in the shower. My hair was shoulder-length and it was getting full of salt and sand every time I went for a swim. When I got out of the shower I put on a pair of boxers and I remained without a top as the temperature was still very hot. I took another pre- made salad from the fridge and poured myself a rum and cola that I drank a bit too fast for how thirsty I was. I made myself a second drink like that and I carried it with me as I moved from side to side of the apartment to put away some of my stuff. My computer's battery was fully charged and when I turned it back on it was still on the PornHub page of the girl I watched masturbating the night before. The video had ended and I almost instinctively wanted to play it again. Some part of my mind wanted to do the same things I did the night before, while the rest of it wanted to forget about what happened. As a distraction, I tried to think about Erica's breasts and to understand why they were so interesting. I felt like there was something different about them but I couldn't figure out what. I put the computer on the bed and I remembered that my clothes and towel were still in my beach bag, dirty with sand and salty water. I had to wash the towel, at the very least, to use it the day after. I put my hand in the bag and I took out the beach towel, a half-wet t- shirt, the can of Coke I brought for Erica, and then my fingers touched a plastic bag that I didn't remember was there. I took it out and my jaw fell on the floor. Inside there was an orange bikini set. The bottom was a thing, while the top looked like a non-padded bra. I started wondering what it was doing in my bag when a small piece of paper fell from between the cups. "Did you like my blue bikini? Here's an orange one! Kisses, Erica! P.s. Tomorrow, at the beach, wear at least the tong!" I dropped those items on the floor as if they were boiling hot. I left them there as I went to wash my clothes, I gulped down my drink, and I went to pour a third one with a lot of rum in it. I went to sit on my bed, next to my laptop. While the girl of the video was looking at me from the screen, I wondered what idea Erica had of me. Did she think I was a perv who stole girls' underwear to masturbate or something? "Well, ok, the masturbating part would be correct..." I admitted to myself. "... but that wasn't intentional!" Looking for something that could calm my mind, I looked at the other videos from the same girl and I picked one at random. Once again, but no less interestingly, she was busy masturbating while playing with her breasts. The first three minutes of the video focused on how her nipples would get big and erect as she teased them through the fabric of her bra. I took off my boxers and I started masturbating as I watched her, but something seemed to be missing. I didn't want to give in to the idea or to admit that I even thought about it, but I ran to pick up the bikini that Erica put in my bag and I put the bottom on. The feeling of my hand on my penis through the thick, yet smooth fabric sent shivers through my back. Every now and then I found myself playing with my nipples as it was happening in the video and another idea surfaced in my mind. "Why not?" I told myself, encouraged by the third cocktail I was drinking. I went to pick up the bikini top and, struggling a bit, I put it on. The cups were empty, obviously since I had no breasts, but as it was happening with my dick, stroking my nipples through the fabric of the bikini seemed to amplify the pleasure. In a similar way to what happened the night before, my brain was split between the feeling coming from my penis, my nipples, the string moving between my ass cheeks, and the brand new feeling of firm hug coming from the staps of the bra on my shoulder and chest. The moment the girl in the video started coming, I had one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced. The thong couldn't contain the whole length of my cock, so I sprayed half of my boy with my cum. Some drops even landed on the cups of the bikini. Drained, I cleaned what I could with some tissues, and I fell asleep in that position. ------------- Once again I was awakened by the sunlight, and it was already ten o'clock. The battery LED on my computer was blinking under the black screen and many tissues were spread across the bed. Looking down, I could see that I was still wearing the bikini. As if I had been stun by a snake, I jumped out of the bed and I unhooked and dropped the bra on the floor. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked. I then remembered that I was also wearing the bottom part, and I stripped naked, letting it fall next to the other piece. I threw the bedsheets in the washing machine, then I washed the bikini with warm water, shampoo, and hand soap until all signs of my sperm were gone. I wondered what excuse I would tell Erica to explain why I was returning it wet. I had no intention to wear it as her message suggested. I put it on the airer on the balcony to dry under the scorching hot sun. In a few minutes, I took a shower, donned a t-shirt and a pair of swimming boxers, skipped breakfast, and I picked up the bikini that, miraculously, was already dry. I placed the note inside the cups as if I never saw it and I put the whole set in the bag it came from. I dropped it in my beach bag along with my other stuff, and I left home. When I got to the place where I tied my windsurf, that was still chained to the same trees, Erica was already sunbathing. As usual, she was topless and she was facing up, giving me a good view of her boobs. I slowed down my steps to buy a few more seconds and investigate what made those breasts different from any other I had seen before. "Good morning, Paolo!" she said without eve opening her eyes. "Good morning to you! How's the tan coming along?" I joked while I placed my towel parallel to hers. "Going great, thanks!" she said while turning to face me. "Did you like the orange bikini?" I put my hand in my bag and took the bikini out, weighting it in my palm as if it weighted like a large stone. "Ah... Ah... very funny!" I said sarcastically, trying not to look embarrassed. "I don't think this is my style!" And I placed the small plastic bag next to her. She opened it and ran her hands through the cups of the bra. I froze but I was sure that it was dry enough to look as good as new. "The thong is here, so you are not wearing it under your swimming pants. Too bad!" she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice. Then she looked up at my face. "Paolo, do you know what stiffener is?" she asked. "What is what?" I asked her. "Stiffener is something like starch or wax that is usually sprayed on new clothes to make them look shinier and keep them neatly folded while they are in the original packaging. It's commonly used on all shirts, t- shirts, towels and... bikinis. It doesn't come off with just water, you need something with a lower PH like washing machine soap or, for example, some men's fluids." She lifted the thong and held it against the sun to see through it. "See? This was a brand new bikini but the stiffener is gone in more than one place. You must have had a lot of fun to come this much in it..." "I... I... didn't..." I tried to come up with a decent excuse. "Ok, I admit it, I read the note and I put it on for a second while considering the idea of playing a prank to you and actually wear it under my shorts, but then I thought it would be too gay and I changed my mind! That's it! I put it back in the packaging without even touching the rest!" With a grin on her face, Erica moved a tight elastic bracelet upwards from her wrist. "Paolo, look at my wrist. What do you see?" she asked. "The mark on your skin where your bracelet was! The skin is a bit red there!" I felt obliged to answer her weird questions considering how bad that situation was getting for me. "And do you know what else leaves a mark that takes about one hour to fade away?" she asked rhetorically. "The band and shoulder straps of a bra!" She started laughing out loud while I turned and twisted to check my skin for any mark. I knew that even by doing so I was admitting that I wore it, but I actually saw the two straight lines across my shoulders and on my sides. Quickly, I grabbed my t-shirt and put it back on. I used the rest of the morning to check my windsurf gear. I didn't want to take my t-shirt off in case someone could see the marks, and I was too embarrassed to speak to Erica. For more than two hours I didn't say a single word. "Paolo... " she said around lunchtime. "...I know that you feel embarrassed but you shouldn't! You just had some fun with a swimming costume, no big deal!" "I don't know what came over me!" I said, almost whispering, going to sit on the log. "I had never done it before. I have no idea why I did it, let alone why I liked it!" I stopped my words when I realized I said too much. "I can tell by the stains that you liked it!" she smiled. "There's nothing bad. You're a grown-up man, you'll be alone for months, it's the perfect time for some... experimentation!" I sighed as I took a pre-packed sandwich from my bag and I ate it without enthusiasm. Erica sat on the other log. "And, anyway, you should try swimming and sunbathing with that bikini! It's a completely different world compared to shorts!" she said, reminding me of the note I found. She opened a container with some green leaf salad and she started eating. "Yes, sure! 'Cause I don't feel stupid enough already..." I said, surprising myself because for a split second my brain actually took the idea into consideration. "The last thing I need is that someone will see me and they'll take the piss until September!" Erica stood, took ten steps towards the sea, and came back towards me. "See? I'm topless and nobody arrested or fined me! not a single wolf whistle. And you know why? Because there's nobody for miles and miles!" she insisted. "You are here!" I observed. "Me? The girl the boobs of whom you're looking at, that just counted the stains of sperm you left on my bikini? If you really cared about looking like a fool in front of me you would have run away hours ago!" She picked up the small bag with the orange costume, took the thongs from it, and she gave it to me. "Come on, let's see how it looks on you!" "Wait, what...?" I said surprised. "Get into the sea wearing your shorts, get changed in there, and then come back here!" she insisted. I should have probably fought back and thought about it a lot more, but what Erica said about me staring at her breasts made me feel guilty and that tamed every reaction I could have. I took the thong and I put it in my pocket then I slowly walked to the sea and kept going until the water was deep enough to cover my waist. I took my shorts off and, underwater, I put on the bikini bottom. The idea of being wearing the same piece of clothing that for the previous two nights made me cum like a volcano caused me an instant erection. The water was cold enough to help me contain my dick inside the thong but, on the other side, the soft touch of the current massaging me through the soft fabric reminded me of the feelings of the night before. I waited in the sea for the erection to go down. I looked at the beach in both directions to make sure that nobody would be walking in our direction and then, taking a deep breath, I started walking towards my towel. As the water became more shallow, I was getting the feeling of being naked but, at the same time, covered. While my body moved with each step, I could feel the string between my ass cheeks moving up and down and I found it exciting. My penis and my balls could barely fit in the small triangle of fabric and I had to take every step carefully so they wouldn't fall out. The idea that I was doing something wrong, or taboo, excited me even more and that was contributing to a slow increase in the size of my erection. Walking with my legs almost closed, I finally got to my beach towel and I immediately lay on it, facing down to hide the massive bulge. Erica was watching the whole scene and, as soon as I touched the towel, applauded. "You see? Nothing happened!" she proclaimed. "Or, at least, nothing I can see while you are facing down...". And she laughed. "Very funny!" I said, half embarrassed and half excited. "Let me tell you: you have a great ass!" she observed. "But if you stay like that you'll end up with a sunburn. Let me help you, and sorry if I break some rule on social distancing!" She stood up and took a couple of plastic bottles from her bag, then she came to kneel next to me and placed them next to my head. One was a bottle of sunscreen, while the other one, with a spray cap, had no label. "This is just an atomizer with a liquid that will keep your skin hydrated!" she explained as she sprayed some on my back cheeks. "I hope you don't mind if a girl gives you a massage!" Her hands touched my back, first, and then moved down, spreading the liquid with a two-hands circular movement on my ass. Needless to say, my hidden erection kept growing. "Yes, I was right! You have a great ass! Just a few hairs and very soft skin!" she said, but my brain was too busy with the feeling coming from the massage. Then Erica took the sunscreen and sprayed some on my back. once again she started from the top and massaged it down all the way to my butt. Soon, I realized that my thong was somewhere in that area but it was so thin that it managed to stay out of the way. A few times, it felt like her fingers traced the marks left by the bra the previous night. "Don't worry, the marks of the bikini went away soon after you arrived this morning. But it's better to look after that area because that kind of strap may irritate the skin!" she explained. "Thanks for the info! I would definitely have a use for it if I was ever going to wear it again. Something I surely won't do!" I said. "Surely..." she echoed, sarcastically. "Now relax and enjoy the sun!" she got up and went back to her towel. "I haven't put any cream on your legs because you have some hair there, and I hate body hair! You can do them yourself if you want to!" I spent the entire afternoon in that position, letting the sun work its magic on my back. When it was time to go back home, Erica got up first and I remained on the towel, facing down to keep hiding what seemed to be a neverending erection that had lasted for hours. "Today was fun, Paolo! Tomorrow don't you pretend you are shy. I expect to see you here wearing your thong! At least the thong!" she said, putting the plastic bag with the bikini top in my beach bag. She also produced another small packet. "And, since I can imagine that my orange costume wasn't the first thing you stained, I also brought you back the blue one with its top. They are yours, and I expect you to put them to good use. I am curious to see which one you'll choose to wear tomorrow! Ciao!" She placed everything in my bag and she left. I looked around to make sure that nobody was in the area. The absurdity of being there wearing a bikini bottom overwhelmed me all of a sudden as if Erica's presence had been some sort of psychological shield. With a quick move, I wore my shorts over the thong, picked up my stuff, and went back to the house. Once arrived, I threw myself under a cold shower to calm down a little. I hung the clothes I had in the washing machine and I hand washed the two bikini sets. I looked at them against a bright lightbulb and I had to admit that she was right about the whole thing. There were stains there, invisible to the naked eye but definitely there. I put them outside to dry and I got changed. I had a quick dinner of ham and cheese, and I decided to take a walk towards the town center to grab an ice cream. The first five minutes of walking was painful. The fabric of my shorts was scratching the sunburnt skin on my legs. I promised myself to apply the cream everywhere the next day. I bought an ice cream and I absentmindedly looked inside the small shops. One of them was selling swimsuits and bikinis and I stopped in front of the window, trying to guess if the style was similar to the ones that Erica gifted me. "I can't believe it! I own two bikinis! How silly!" I thought while I walked on my way back home. That night I decided not to make the same mess as the previous two. I prepared the bed, I opened Netflix instead of PornHub, and I drank water instead of alcohol. I watched a sci-fi series until I almost fell asleep. Most of all, I didn't wear anything that could leave a mark. -------------- Going to bed sober made me wake up early and energized. At seven in the morning, I was already riding a mountain bike towards a nearby town. I didn't see many people around so early, and most shops were still closed. I stopped at a cafe to grab a croissant and a takeaway coffee and I had a quick chat with some people living there. I went back home to get changed before heading to the beach and, as I was about to wear my swim shorts, I remembered about the bikinis Erica gave me. Part of me wanted to stop that game, but the other side of my brain wanted another massage like the day before and I was aware that I wouldn't get one unless I wore at least the bottom parts. I decided to wear the light blue thong under my shorts and then I'd see at the beach if I wanted to remove the top layer. The moment I put on the thin underwear I immediately had an erection. "What is happening to me?" I asked myself. Thinking about what happened the day earlier, I wondered what Erica would do if she saw me wearing the top too, but I immediately trashed that idea and I just put the bra in my bag in case she wanted it back. I arrived at the beach around half-past nine and I saw her getting ready for more tanning as she took her bikini top off to remain topless. "Good morning, Erica!" I said, without even waiting for her to see me. "Good morning, Paolo! You look like you're full of energy today!" she replied. "I went for a nice bike ride up the hills and now I can't wait to go out with my windsurf!" I explained. "Are you going to get even darker than you already are?" "Sure I will! How are your back and legs feeling?" she asked. "My back feels good, but my legs are still in pain and feel burnt! Today I'll make sure I put some cream on them!" I said. I laid my towel n the sand, put some sunscreen on, picked up my gear and I went out with the windsurf for a couple of hours. I managed to get back just in time to eat a bite with Erica. I was so hungry that I finished my sandwich in just a few bites. She took the usual time to get to the bottom of her salad. "I think I've done enough for today!" I proclaimed. "I think I'll spend the rest of the day roasting my skin as you do!" "Awesome!" she said. "If you need any cream let me know. At the condition that I'm allowed to put it where I want to, obviously!" Thinking of myself as the new Napoleon, I mentally congratulated myself for my strategy as I slowly pulled down the elastic band of my pants to show the thong I was wearing underneath. "Well done! I see that we agree on this! It's nice and comfy, right?" she said. "Err... I think... I mean... I think so..." I blabbered. I couldn't tell her that I only wore it to get a massage from her. "Good!" she smiled. "Then it's cream time. Take your pants off and show me that cute butt of yours!" she laughed. I looked around to make sure nobody was passing through, and I couldn't see anyone on the beach at all, for miles. The pine trees were shielding me from the view of the drivers on the road and I felt safe enough to strip to my thong. As I did so, an erection started building almost immediately. As I did the day before, I lay face down as quickly as I could. Erica laughed as she probably understood what was going on. She changed the position of her pareo, tieing a know in the front and wearing it like a skirt, then she took the cream and she moved towards me. Unlike the first time, she did not kneel on my side but she put a leg on each side of me and sat on my tighs, just below my ass. That made my erection double in size but, luckily, she couldn't see it. She sprayed the lotion on my lower back and she massaged it on my skin with the usual circular motion. Once again her hands moved all the way down to my cheeks and a couple of times I felt her thumbs dangerously close to my hole. "Don't worry, I am not going to do anything funny!" she said when she felt my body shivering on one occasion. After the lotion, she applied the cream on my back, then she spread it all the way up to my shoulders. Each time she leaned over me to reach my upper body I could feel the knot of her pareo against my butt hole, but since she already told me to calm down I didn't say anything and I just stood still. "Can you tell I worked two years as a masseuse?" she asked while she spread the cream. "Yes. My muscles are super relaxed!" I observed, still well aware that not exactly every point in my body was relaxed. She kept working on my back for another ten minutes, then she stopped. "Do you want some cream on the other side too?" she asked while her weight still pinned me to the ground. I was about to say yes, but then I realized that I had no idea how to tame my erection if she sat on it. "I don't know... I could, I mean, I am not sure if it's a good idea because..." I couldn't find the words to explain the situation, but I really wanted to come up with a way to let her massage me on the front side of my body. "What? Are you afraid I'll see your erection?" she asked without too many compliments. "What? No... yes!" I blushed. "Don't worry. As I said, I worked as a masseuse and nothing can happen that I haven't seen before." she said to calm me down a bit. Convinced, I tried to push myself up to turn around but she stood still with all her weight on top of me. "Where are you going? I haven't named my price yet!" she said. "Price?" I asked. I saw her stretching to get something from my bag, and she took the top of the bikini from it. "After all, if you took it with you it's because you were planning to use it, no?" she said. "I... no! I brought it just to give it back to you if you wanted it back!" I tried to explain. "Want it back? I told you it's yours. Come on, I'll show you how to put it on without even getting up, so no one of the thousands of invisible people around here will see it!" she said sarcastically. "I don't know! That's just too weird!" I was still hoping to convince her to give me the massage without having to wear it. "All right! That's it for today, then!" she exclaimed grabbing the bottles and lifting herself up a bit. "OK! OK! I'll put it on. But I am not going to walk around as I did with the thong yesterday. Deal?" I offered. "Yayyyyyy!!!" she said, excited. The bikini top was different from the one I tried on at home two days before. It was made of two triangles of blue fabric covered in sequins and four strings, two from the top of the triangles and two to the sides, that were as thin as the thong's strings. The two side ones had a plastic hook to fasten them in the back while the top ones had to be secured with a know behind my neck. Erica made me lift my chest just one inch from the towel and slid the bra under me, then she tied and fastened it. There was a moment of silence and then she moved to the side. "OK, turn around!" she commanded. Saying that I felt like an idiot is an understatement. I was on a public beach with an older woman on top of me, and I was wearing a skimpy sequins bikini. If anyone had seen me at that moment I would have died from the humiliation. I was terribly scared that Erica had something weird in mind like snapping a photo of me like that and post it on the web, or ridicule me if someone walked by, but nothing bad happened. Erica sat on my abdomen, leaving my erection behind her at safe distance, and fixed the position of the bra cups on my chest. "Not bad! We have the same size!" she joked. Then she took the lotion and she sprayed on my chest, massaging it under the cups of the bikini top for a few minutes. My mind ran to the images of the porn videos I had watched during those days and my erection doubled up in size in a matter of seconds, pushing against her ass. "I'm very sorry. I..." I tried to apologize. "Shush! Just relax!" she said. "I know what it feels like! Us girls know very well how good a breast massage can feel!" "But I..." I wanted to object when I heard the word Breast, but she shushed me again and continued her job. When she was satisfied with the lotion, she took the sunscreen. Without saying a word she spread it across all of my upper body, from the tips of my fingers to the top of the thong. Her movements seemed to slow down, or maybe it was just me. I was feeling relaxed, all my muscles turned to putty and even my erection started fading away as her hands gently touched my body. The loud snap made by Erica's sunglasses case woke me up. She was picking up her towel and she was ready to go. "Sorry, I must have relaxed a bit too much! I hope you're not offended. You were doing such a great job..." I really hoped she didn't take that the wrong way. "It's six o'clock!" she stopped me. "Six? But we just had lunch..." I checked the time on my watch. "Did I sleep for three hours?" I asked while I tried to gather enough balance to stand or at least to sit up. "See you tomorrow!" she said, and quickly she disappeared behind the trees. when I finally gathered enough energy, I sat up and looked around. As usual, not a soul was in sight on the beach and not a single voice came from behind the pines. I saw my shorts next to my feet and that reminded me that I was only wearing the bikini. I quickly pulled them on top of the sequinned underwear and I tried to untie the straps of the bikini. Since I couldn't find how to dissolve the knots behind my back, I quickly wore my t-shirt on top of it. I was about to pick up my bag and shoot home when I remembered that I had yet to chain the windsurf to the trees. I picked up the sail and the board and, as I was about to lock it all together, I heard a voice from behind me. "Good evening!" said a man, probably sixty years old, who was walking his dog at the seaside. I panicked. I hoped that the straps of the bra wouldn't be visible through the fabric of my t-shirt. I tried to close that conversation as quickly as possible. "Good evening to you!" I said, keeping a few meters away as the rules dictated. He came a bit closer. "I've been walking across here in these last two days and I thought..." he started. I froze, preparing for some rude comments or even a physical attack on me "... that this sail is not bad at all!" He concluded, pointing at the one I was chaining. While I took a deep breath of relief, he continued his conversation telling me of how he used to own one from the same brand, of his time as a local windsurf champion, of how the wind was ideal those days, etc... He went on for about 15 minutes without ever giving me the chance to cut the whole thing short and leave. As it became clear that he only had eyes for the equipment, I relaxed a bit and I even did a bit of conversation about how old I was and how much I preferred the sea to the lakes in the north of Italy for windsurfing. Without talking about much else, he politely excused himself and he went away to continue his stroll with his dog. I went back home and I realized how tired I was. I slept for three hours under the sun and, not being used to it yet, I was more tired than when I fell asleep. I sat at the kitchen table and spent an hour sending messages to some of my friends that, I found out, in the extreme heat of the plains were having a much worse Summer than me. I promised myself not to get drunk as I poured some rum in half a glass of coke, and I put a ready-made paella into the microwave for dinner. Only after dinner, I went to take a shower to get rid of the salt on my skin, and that's when I realized that I was still wearing both parts of the bikini. Half-way through the conversation with that guy on the beach, I completely forgot that I was wearing it under my clothes. Under the warm water of the shower, I finally managed to unhook and untie all the knots and I rinsed them with soapy water. The faint light in the bathroom didn't allow me to see if it had left any mark as it did the day before, and I made a mental note to check myself in the mirror later. I got out, dried myself, and, without a top but with my towel tied around my waist, I went to the balcony to hang my t-shirt, shorts, and beach towel. I also left there the bikini to dry, carefully positioning it so it wasn't visible from the street. I went back to my room to grab a t-shirt to wear to bed and I froze when I walked in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wardrobe. "Fuck!" The bra didn't leave a mark. It left a very clear set of bikini tan lines. Even worse, my skin was naturally quite pale and the lighter color was contrasting with the darker areas creating a bass-relief effect that made me look as if I had breasts. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Not even in comedy movies they are this dumb! Fuck! Erica! Fuck!" I used every single swearword I knew. "She's a fucking bitch and I am a fucking moron! Fuck!" I was furious. I went back to the kitchen and I poured myself another drink with a lot of vodka and not enough cola. I turned on my computer to find advice on how to make the tan lines go away. There were many suggestions, from strategically placing the cream everywhere else on the body to staying at home for a whole month. As the vodka worked its numbing effect on my brain, I found myself with just two options: wear a t-shirt every day, at every time, for four weeks, or walk around topless until the signs would fade away. "Worrying about going topless! Here's another problem I really didn't need!" I thought while laughing nervously trying not to cry. I gulped down the rest of my drink. Since I felt that I was getting tipsy I made another one, followed by a few more that I can't even remember. ------------------ The next day, the headache I woke up with could only be compared with my thirst. My t-shirt was covered in sweat, or vodka, or both, and the bed was a mess. From a suitcase, I took a painkiller that my mother insisted I took with me and I swallowed it with some water fro the tap. I opened the cold water in the shower and stepped in it still dressed, hoping to wake up fro that nightmare. It was only when my t-shirt was soaking wet that I realized that I was wearing the orange bikini under it. Both pieces. I cursed in every language I knew and I threw bra and thong in the far corner of the shower while the cold water continued hitting my head like a tonne of bricks. When I finally felt that I could stand without wobbling or shivering, I decided to have a proper talk with Erica and stand up to her. I wore the first pair of swimming pants I found and a dark t-shirt, to hide any sign on my skin, and stormed out of the front door with all the intentions to tell her that I had enough of her stupid games. Only when I was about to fall slipping on the marble of the porch outside I realized that it was raining. And that nobody would be on the beach with that weather. "Great! What a waste of a Saturday!" I told myself. "At least I won't have to worry about being seen by anyone!" I spent the entire day putting away all the stuff that I still had in the suitcase. From the balcony, I moved to the living room the clothing airer where my towel, my tops, my pants, and my light blue bikini were hanging. I slapped myself for thinking of that thing as "my" bikini. For the whole day, my legs hurt from being burnt and I kept on scratching my chest as if I had an allergy. My nipples were so sensitive that they felt on fire. Half-way through the afternoon, after I wasted four hours of my holiday watching Netflix, I tried taking another shower, warm, to see if washing away the last bit of hangover could help me get rid of the itch. The water felt nice o my skin and it washed away the tiredness caused by alcohol and painkillers. I tried not to look at the corner where I had thrown the bikini a few hours earlier. Satisfied, I got out of the shower to dry myself up. "Ouch!" I yelled as I passed the towel on my chest. It was an old one and not the softest thing in the world, but it never gave me problems before. Actually, it didn't give me any trouble with any other part of my body. I accepted my fate of having to control my hands whenever I felt my chest itching, and I spent even the rest of the day watching movies on the computer screen an eating snacks. I kept a safe distance from anything containing alcohol. Around midnight, I decided that I had enough and I went to bed. Outside the window, the rain was still pouring and the air was nice and fresh. "Finally the heat won't be a problem and I can sleep!" I thought. But that didn't happen. The itching on my chest, particularly in the nipples area, was horrible. The only position I found that would give me peace was facing up without a t-shirt, but if tried to cover myself even just with a light blanket, the impulse to scratch myself came back. It didn't matter how light the cotton of the clothing or bedsheets was, everything felt like sandpaper. It was too cold to sleep naked, so I went through all my tops and t-shirt to find the softest one but, still, the itch didn't go. At two AM I was still awake and unable to sleep. I was extra tired, both physically and mentally. I kept thinking about my baggage and if I had anything softer than the super-soft t-shirt I had on. I wondered if I had ever bought anything less scratchy than that one or if I owned any clothes lined with something smoother. "What if.... no!" I tried to fight back that idea for a few minutes, but as soon as my hand moved by reflex to scratch my chest, I decided to try the lesser evil. I went to get the blue bikini top from the airer and I put it on, trying to regulate the length of the straps to make sure that the soft material lining the cups aligned with my nipples. I put my t- shirt back on top and I lay down in bed to see if it made any difference. -------------- I woke up at about ten o'clock. I felt perfectly rested and the last thing I remembered about the night before was that I put on the bikini top and headed for the bed. I did a mental check and I realized that the itchiness was practically non-existent when I had that bra on because unlike any loose top the lining of the cups was moving along with my chest instead of brushing against it. I was not happy that I had to wear a bra to calm down my nipples, it felt like a woman's problem and not something an eighteen years old man should be thinking about, but at least it was taking away the need to scratch my skin continuously. I tried to lift the cups and free the nipples, but the slightest touch made me realize that the problem was still present. I covered them again and I got up to have some breakfast. Outside, the rain was still pouring like in a monsoon. After I had a few cookies and a coffee, I decided to do some more tidy up. The clothes on the airer were dry and I put them away. I was left with the blue thong in my hands, the one matching the bra I was wearing. I asked myself what I wanted to do with it, and then I just tossed it in a drawer next to my regular boxers. I went to pick up the orange bikini in the shower, I washed it, and I laid it to dry. As much as I hated the idea, I knew that soon I could have needed it if the irritation hadn't gone away. As I was hanging it, I looked at my t-shirt. It was black, with some colorful patterns printed on it. It was really hard to tell that there was something underneath. I went to look at myself in the mirror and it confirmed that unless someone knew what to look for, there was no sign of a bra. The only visible parts were the strings that I tied behind my neck, but my hair was long enough to cover them. The rain stopped at five in the afternoon. I hated the idea of wasting another full day at home, so I jumped on the quad and headed for the closes shopping center to see if there was a pharmacy that sold anything I could use to fix my problem. I wore a sweater and I was about to put my jeans on when a voice inside my head started saying "In for a penny...". For the first few miles on the road, I worried that the drivers in the cars could see the blue thong peeking out of my jeans. More than once I touched my waist to make sure that nothing was popping out, but then I decided that the movement would be more suspicious than a bit of blue fabric, so I stopped thinking about it. The air was fresh and smelled like the ozone left by the thunderstorm. After one and a half days stuck at home, that short trip made me feel a lot better. The shopping center was a small gallery with a supermarket and about twenty shops. The parking lot was half empty because at that time on a Sunday all shops but the supermarket itself were closed. I realized that for the first time I was wearing women's underwear in a public place with other people around me. I had a moment of panic and I stayed next to the quad for a few minutes. With my phone next to my face, as if I was making a call, I pretended to only casually look around like I do during a conversation but, in reality, I was studying every single person to see if they were staring at me. When I finally understood that nobody could see anything weird in me, I entered the gallery and went to the skincare section of the supermarket to find something that could help. Not knowing what caused the irritation, and trying to stay as far from anyone else as possible so nobody could notice anything out of the ordinary, I kept moving and I ended up doing at least ten laps around the skin creams aisle but I couldn't find anything interesting. While I knew that nobody was looking at me, I felt like a criminal under surveillance under the police's spotlight. To look even less weird, I decided to take a walk through the entire shop. When I went through the frozen food area, between two walls of freezers, a shiver ran through my body, but instead of stopping at my arms, it climbed through my chest and in my nipples where I felt a sharp pain as if someone pinched them. "Ouch!" I said as my right arm instinctively went to cover my chest area. I sped up and left that aisle as fast as I could and I ended up in the clothing section of the store. On my right, there were a lot of women's bathing suits on display, while on my left hundreds of underwear sets were organized by color from pink to purple to black. I shushed a thought that went through my head. "No!" I told myself. "Tomorrow this itchiness will be gone. I'll give Erica her stuff and all of this will be over!" I went back home where I made myself a salad with tuna and mozzarella cheese. That evening I watched a couple more episodes on Netflix and then I got ready to go to bed. On my browser's bookmarks bar, I still hat the link to the PornHub page of that girl I had watched days earlier. Out of curiosity, I opened it just to see if all her videos were as good as the first one. Twenty minutes later I fell asleep with my computer next to me in bed, a dozen tissues on the floor, one hand holding my penis through the fabric of my thong, one hand under one of the cups of my bra, and a few drops of cum hanging from the sequins of the bikini top. ------------- "Again?" I shouted at myself when I woke up the next day. I put the stuff away and threw the sheets in the washing machine as if I was on auto-pilot. It took a while before I noticed that I was going around the house wearing just the bikini and I started wondering why it didn't feel as weird as it should have. I went to take a ht shower where I also washed a few blobs of dried cum off the bikini. To my great disappointment, the problem with my nipple sensitivity hadn't gone away, the towel felt like sandpaper on them, and I once again had to find a solution. I absolutely wanted to go to the beach to tell Erica of the mess she made when the bikini left the tan lines. It was about ten in the morning when I got to the beach. Erica was in her usual spot, facing down and working on her tan. She was the one greeting me first, and I decided to show from the very beginning that I was furious. "Ciao Paolo! Happy Monday!" she said without even looking at me. "Happy Monday my ass! You made a mess!" I said immediately and without compliments. "Pardon?" She looked up, apparently offended. "Last Friday I found the shape of the costume bra on my skin!" I explained. "You fell asleep in the sun. Even with all the sunscreen in the world if you sleep like that for hours when your skin is still pale you'll get tan lines!" she said as if it was all normal. "It happens!" "It happens? It happens? It happens to girls, not to boys! Because of your stupid games now I can't walk around without covering up! I've had enough!" I yelled. "OK, no problem!" she said with an expressionless face. "Give me back the bikinis and I'll throw them away!" "The... the bikinis?" I blabbered. I realized that not being able to throw them at here at that specific time would somehow invalidate all my protest. "I don't have them here! Tomorrow I'll bring them to you!" I tried to buy some time. "What? You don't have them here? What about the one under your t-shirt?" she grinned, knowing that she had just framed me. "This? I had to wear it because my nipples are sore! They've been hurting for three days straight! Tomorrow I'll give it back to you all washed!" I said. "And if your soreness doesn't go away?" she insisted. "It will, sooner or later!" I concluded. "Look, let's do this..." she started saying as she fetched the two familiar bottles from her bag. "Let's call a truce today. I believe these two creams can help you with your problem. Then, if an when you won't need the bikinis anymore, you can give them back to me at any time! Deal?" She didn't say anything else and she looked away to continue sunbathing. I laid my beach towel in the same place as the previous days and I started playing with my phone. "No surf today?" she asked me after a while. "And how? I can't take my t-shirt off and I surely can't go wearing a bikini!" I objected. "Nobody would see you either way! You are just making up problems!" she said. I decided that I didn't want to spend the entire day there, so I tried to find a better solution. Making sure that nobody was in sight, I quickly took off the bikini and put the t-shirt back on. I immediately felt that my nipples were scratching against the cotton but I hoped that the cold seawater would provide some relief as the shower did. "Are you going to take off the thong too?" said Erica, who had turned her head around to see what I was doing. From the waist of my shorts, the thong's strings were peeping up at times, but I didn't feel like getting completely naked to get changed, so I just kept it on. I unchained board and sail, I put all pieces together and I went into the sea. The cold water seemed to help a bit, but the first time I pulled myself on the board and I touched it with my chest I screamed in pain. I promised myself to be more careful. About one short hour after I left, I was already chining my gear back to the tree. My t-shirt was sticking to my skin like an octopus, and the salt was making my skin dry and uncomfortable. I sat on my towel in the sun with my arms crossed under my t-shirt and my hands cupping my extremely sore nipples to try to protect them. Erica was facing my way but through her mirror sunglasses, I couldn't tell if she was looking at me or not. "How did it go?" she asked. "I'm suffering!" I said. "Why don't you eat something and then I'll put some cream on you so you can relax?" she offered. I quickly ate the two sandwiches I had in my bag and I drank a lot of water. I took off my t-shirt and, immediately, I lay on the towel so nobody could see the tan lines. "Aren't you forgetting something?" Erica asked as she got up to come and put the cream on me. "You still have your shorts on..." "Do I really have to?" I asked. "Absolutely!" she confirmed. With a quick movement, I took off my swimming pants and I remained naked if not for the thong that, from the back, was barely more than a T made with two strings. "Good! Let's start!" she said, sitting on my legs just below my ass as the week before. "She did exactly what she had done the previous time. She sprayed the lotion on my bottom and massaged it until it was absorbed. Her thumb went very close to my hole, but since she never touched before I didn't protest. She spread the cream on my back and she massaged it everywhere, making particular attention to the area where the band of the bra had left a mark. I had to be careful not to fall asleep again. Everything was extremely relaxing apart from the knot of her pareo that was, once again, hitting between my ass cheeks every time she bent forward. "Ready for the other side?" she said. "You just have to put the top part of the bikini on!" "But, the last time it made a mess!" I resisted. "I can avoid doing it if you prefer. But I bet that once your skin is fully hydrated you'll feel better and you can soon go back to wear your t-shirt or go topless, whichever you like the most!" she insisted. "I don't think I'll go back to tanning on my chest any time soon!" I said, pointing at the lighter shapes on my chest. "These will have to go first!" "Well, you can always stop caring about it and just wear a bikini!" she suggested. "Sure! What a brilliant idea!" I said sarcastically as I reached for the orange bikini top that I handed to her to help me hook it at the back. I turned around and I let her start the massage. Once again she started with the lotion but that time she spent a lot longer on my nipples, massaging them and manipulating them with her fingers. The pain I felt for almost three days faded away. "Aaaahhhhh..." I let go of a sigh. "Do you like it?" Asked her, sitting on my abdomen a bit too close to a growing erection. "Yes... I mean... Finally it doesn't hurt. Actually..." I shut up before I could say anything that would sound too sexual. "Actually... what?" she said as she played with my nipples between her thumb and index finger. "Actually... aahhhhh... OK, better if you don't... aaahhhhhh... seriously, I am not used to... mmmhh... please, don't..." In between my moans, I was trying to explain something that she knew very well. "I think something is peeping out of your orange thong!" Erica said while she continued playing with my nipples. "It doesn't look too sad for what I am doing under your bra!" All of a sudden she took her hands away fro my chest and quickly massaged some more cream on my body, neck, and arms. When she stood to go back to her towel, I was definitely not relaxed and I was sure that I wouldn't fall asleep as I did the previous Friday. I remained in that position for a quarter of an hour and then, remembering what happened the week earlier, I turned around and I started playing with my phone, trying to clear my mind and calm my erection. "Hometime!" she said at five in the afternoon. "Tomorrow it's your turn to give me a massage!" "My turn?" I asked. "Who do you think I am? Your personal masseuse?" she commented. "No, of course not! It's just I've never given anyone a massage before!" I explained. "Don't worry! I'll tell you what to do! Obviously, I expect to see you dressed properly, nipples or not nipples!" she added. "By the way, if you want to solve your problem with the irritation when you go on the windsurf, I think I know what you should get! If you are interested we can meet at nine-thirty tomorrow at the shopping center, otherwise, I'll see you here at half-past ten!" She left as I was wearing my t-shirt over the bra. That night, at home, I tried to stay away from alcohol and porn, but I still wore the blue bikini to bed. I put on both pieces. The top to calm down my nipples and the bottom because, I admitted, I was starting to like wearing a thong. ------------ At a quarter past nine in the morning, I was already in front of the shopping center. "What the hell am I doing here?" I kept asking myself. "Yesterday I wanted to tell Erica that I was done with her, and now I am here waiting for her like an idiot!" Hoping that nobody would notice, my hand went under my hoodie and my t- shirt to pull one of the orange bikini's shoulder strap back in place. My nipples were still on fire and I couldn't avoid putting it on. My other hand quickly ran to check that the thong wouldn't peep from my shorts. "There you are!" Erica said when she saw me in the parking lot. "I was sure you'd be here!" "I'm a bit self-conscious. Please, let's make it quick!" I asked. "Don't worry! First I want to grab something for today's lunch and then we'll find a solution to your problem with the surf!" she explained. We walked through the gallery of the shopping center. Once again I felt like a thieve under special surveillance, but none of the people around us was giving me a second look and they all seemed to be oblivious of the underwear I had on. Erica's presence was making me feel more comfortable, in some strange way. We went into the supermarket and she chose a boxed salad. "You should try them! They are great and super healthy!" she said as she placed one in my hands. "Now, let's see what they have that can help you with your problem!". I turned around and I started walking towards the skincare corner near the entrance of the store. "Paolo! Where are you going?" she asked from behind, without moving. "This way! Wih me!" I followed her without knowing where she was going until we found ourselves in the area with swimming gear and lingerie that I stumbled upon during the weekend. "What..." I started saying as I thought I understood her plan. "You don't really have many options apart making your life easier for your nipples right now! And you can't keep wearing always the same two bikinis!" she said as she started browsing. "Erica, OK, very funny! I'm here because I thought you knew of some cream that..." I tried to explain but she didn't seem to listen. "This is for the surf!" The proclaimed, giving me a packet to hold. "And this one is for when the other one is dirty!" And she gave another one. She took a step back, looking at me from head to toes, then she went back digging on the shelves. In my hands, I had two swimming one-piece costumes, women's costumes, obviously. The models in the pictures on the packs were completely different. The first one was a sporty type with swimming goggles and a latex cap, wearing a costume made for swimming competitions. The second one was more like a fashion model on holiday, with a swimsuit that covered her chest and shoulders quite well but left her belly button visible through a diamond-shaped keyhole. "Erica, you don't think I can wear these, right?" I said. "If you want to go surfing, yes! They have just a tiny bit of padding that should help you! Anyway..." she produced another pack, she checked the size and placed it in my hands next to the other two. ".. I'd say that this is more your style!" The third one was a two pieces bikini in three colors. The base was black but it had fuchsia and bright green colored triangles both on the bra and on the bottom that, needless to say, was a thong. "I saw some scratch marks on your skin. I guess that your nipples are sore even at night, correct?" she asked. "Err... yes. Even the bedsheets are a problem!" I admitted. She turned around and started digging through the shelf with the bras. "You can't really think that I..." I started objecting but she quickly placed a new pack of three "basic range" bras with the rest. "I can't think that you what?" With her right hand, she pinched the shoulder strap of the bikini top I was wearing under my sweater. "That you'll wear a bra until you get better? Yes, I think you will! You are not an idiot!" she grabbed a pack of "basic range" Brazilian briefs underwear, that judging by the picture were very similar to thongs, and gave me those too. She told me to follow her to the till to pay. "I don't think I'll tell my dad how I'm spending the pocket money he gave me!" I thought as I placed the shopping bag in the compartment of the quad. "Take your shopping home! I'll see you at the beach in a few minutes! And don't forget to bring your new costume for surfing!" Said Erica while she walked towards her car. "You owe me a massage!" I drove home at full speed. Having women's underwear in the quad's storage space made me feel like I was illegally carrying uranium bars. I was so tense about what I was transporting that I completely forgot about the very bikini I was wearing under my clothes. As soon as I got home I went to hide the bag of underwear in the same boxer drawer where I previously hid the other bikini. I only took out the sporty swimsuit and I put it in the bag that I took with me to the beach seconds later. Erica was setting up her beach towel. "There you are! No windsurf today?" she asked. "Uh?" I wondered what she meant. "I thought you wouldn't go surfing in a bikini but I see that you are still wearing the orange one under your t-shirt!" she observed. I looked down. From my point of view, the thick patterned cotton was hiding the shape of the straps perfectly. I chose to wear that one for that very reason. "How do you know?" I asked her. "I thought it was well hidden!" "You don't see it if you don't know what to look for. I am sure that nobody noticed it at the mall, but that bikini used to be mine and I know its shape very well. Anyway, no surf today?" she insisted. "I have it the swimsuit in my bag but I am not sure. It sounds too weird!" I explained. "You've been around for almost a week wearing a skimpy bikini with a thong, and now you say it would feel weird to wear a one-piece? Funny. Almost every girl would say the exact opposite!" she said, almost laughing. "At least give it a go! Keep your shorts on and it will look as if you have a wet vest on!" "OK. I'll go back home and get changed!" I accepted without enthusiasm. "Come on, just get changed in the sea!" she suggested. Once again I looked to see if anybody was around and, as usual, there was nobody on the beach for miles. Water gets deep pretty quickly in that area so I only had to take a few steps into the water to be covered enough to have some privacy. I had to admit that getting changed in the sea wasn't a bad idea. I walked into the sea completely clothed, and I immediately regretted not taking my t-shirt off beforehand because it was sticking to my skin revealing the shape of the bikini bra underneath. I studied the shape of the new swimsuit and then, juggling all the pieces I had to take off, I managed to wear it and put my trunks back on. I waited a couple of minutes before going back out of the water, for a couple of reasons. The first reason is that I wanted to get used to the way the new swimming costume felt. Whenever I moved my shoulders it was pulling between my legs, and the water filtering through it was playing with my skin in a gentle and new way. That mix of new feelings generated the second reason: I had to wait for the massive erection I was sporting to go down. Even my pants couldn't hide it. As soon as I calmed down I went back to my towel and I laid the bikini and the t- shirt to dry on the wooden log. "See? I was right!" she said. "It looks like any gym top!" I took a look. In a way, she was right, apart from the slightly deep V cut of the neck and the fact that the slight padding of the cups was creating the illusion of breasts under it. "Looks like I have boobs!" I observed. To make sure she understood what I was talking about I touched the padding and I realized how well that fabric was protecting my nipples. "Nobody will notice when you are far from the shore! Just go and have fun!" she concluded, putting her face down and going back to working on her tan. As I was on my board, surfing away from the beach thanks to the gentle wind, I had to admit that she was right. I had no trouble getting on my board and, being able to concentrate on my technique, I was having the most fun I had since I arrived a week earlier. The only feeling that every once in a while surprised me was the way the costume wrapped around me. Each time I turned my shoulder, the fabric would hug and lift my butt in a constant massage. I decided that I liked it, and soon I forgot that the garment wasn't supposed to be worn by a guy. I went back to the beach when it was already something past one in the afternoon and I jumped on my salad like a lion on the prey. I was very tired but extremely satisfied. "How did it go?" asked Erica. "Very well! The wind is strong enough to go out fast and it's at an angle that allows for quick returns!" I explained. "And the swimsuit?" she insisted. I had completely forgotten what I was wearing. And that meant that I was surfing back, taking the gear up, and chaining all the stuff to the tree with that costume on. "Oh.. right. I completely forgot I was wearing it!" I said, knowing that admitting it was like saying that she had been right all along. "Great! I knew I gave you a good advice! If I were in you, though, I would take it off now or you'll get a bricklayer's tan!" She smiled. "Why don't you get changed and let me put some cream on you? Don't forget that today it's your turn to put it on me too!" I knew that "get changed" meant "put a bikini on", so I sighed and went back into the sea to swap clothes. I took the swimsuit off and I wore the bikini, the bottom and the top, that I miraculously managed to hook behind my back. I checked if anyone was around and then I ran to our "private" corner of the beach without even wearing a t-shirt. Compared to men's covering clothes, wearing just the skimpy bikini made me feel as if I was running around naked, yet I knew I wasn't. It was a strange feeling of freedom that I didn't dislike entirely, but I knew that it would be absolutely silly from an onlooker's point of view. I dried myself in my towel and Erica looked at me with a pleased expression. "Looks like you're not shy anymore!" she said. "There's no one around, and my t-shirt is dry so I didn't want to get it wet again!" I explained. "Right!" she said while fetching the bottles from her bag. "Now let me help you not getting sunburnt!" Everything went according to the usual script. I lay facing down and let sit on my upper legs and work on my back and arms. She spread the lotion, then the cream, on me going all too close to my hole down there, the knot of her pareo would bump in that same area when she bent forward, etc... Knowing what was going to happen allowed me to enjoy the experience even more. Then Erica told me to turn around and she applied the lotion on my chest, as usual slipping her hands under my bikini and playing with my nipples that seemed to become instantly erect. A couple of times a small wave of pleasure came from her manipulation and I let go of a sigh that sounded almost like a moan. As usual, my erection grew huge behind her back. "That should be enough!" she stopped suddenly. "Your turn!" I wondered if my erection was the reason why she stopped so suddenly. "You'll have to tell me what to do!" I said as she positioned herself on her towel, facing down. I sat on top of her in a position as similar as possible to hers on me, with my knees next to her hips. I realized how that whole thing could have looked a bit too sexual, and I tried to leave enough space between my skin and hers so that she wouldn't think that I had some other intention. "You are sitting too high on my back!" she corrected me. "You have to sit lower and put less weight on me!" I moved half-way down her legs, still trying to be at safe distance from her ass. "Now you are too far down. I don't need the lotion on my butt. Move a bit further up!" she commanded. I ended up sitting exactly where I was trying to avoid, right on top of her butt. I was millimeters away from her skin and I could feel her heath on my balls. My thong offered no protection down there and hers had been swallowed by the crack of her beautiful ass. "OK, try to put some cream on my lower back, and spread it in the area between my hips and waist!" she said. I put some on her skin and then, with some gentle circular movements, I spread it around. "Use some more energy!" she said. I tried to follow her instructions and I slowly understood how much pressure to apply. Having my hands on her was making me grow another massive erection, and I tried to push myself up on my legs as much as possible. "Now try on my shoulders!" she asked after a little while. When I leaned forward to reach her shoulders, my penis touched the skin of her ass. I stopped for a second to see if she noticed, but she didn't say a word. I tried to relax and I started spreading the cream, trying not to think of what was happening in between my legs. All of a sudden, her ass chick squashed my penis for a second. "Sorry, I had a shiver..." she said, implicitly showing that she knew what was going on. I tried to concentrate on the massage I was giving her but my erection didn't go down a single bit. The tip of my cock was pushing against the elastic of the thong, while the rest of my penis was engulfed in the crack of her ass that, suddenly, clenched around it a second time. What happened next only took a second! The warm embrace of her cheeks on my cock, the thong moving through my own crack, the fact that I was locked in that position without being able to move. "Erica, Oh my God, I... Nooo...." One of the most intense orgasms of my life made me pour liters of cum on her ass and back. "Tell me it's not what I think it is!" she said. For a few moments, the spasms of the orgasm didn't allow my legs to move. When I finally managed to roll over to the side, a lot of sand stuck on my thong, wet with the cum that was still leaking out. I couldn't ignore the many blobs of white cum that I sprayed on her back. Erica stared at me with an expression that I could not decipher. Then, without saying a word, she got up and she went to dive into the sea, still topless. I did the same thing, but I stayed as far away from her as possible to allow her to calm down. I went for a long swim to calm down a bit. I was terrified thinking of what reaction Erica could have to what happened. I thought about how weird that situation was: until two days earlier I was dead angry with her for her idea of making me wear women' swimwear, but there and then I was swimming around in my orange bikini hoping that she wouldn't be angry at me. "Well..." I thought "... cumming on someone's back is way worse than tricking someone into wearing a bikini!" When I saw that she had returned to her towel I decided to face my responsibility like a man, and I returned towards the shore. I made sure that my penis was safe inside my thong, I fixed the position of the bra's straps, and I went to my towel. Erica was reading a book, facing up, topless. She didn't say a word. "I am sorry. Please forgive me!" I said, looking down to the ground. "I don't know what went through my head. I ... I couldn't stop. That's not me, it's not what I usually do. I am truly sorry!" She put her book down and she stared at me through her mirror glasses that didn't allow me to read her expression. "Too much!" is all she said. "I know, I am sorry, I..." I tried to go on with my apology. "Too much cream! and I told you that I didn't need it on my ass!" she said with an extremely grave tone. There was a long awkward break. I was tremendously tense. Then, out of the blue, she started laughing. "I am joking! Don't worry! Relax and enjoy the sun!" she told me, still laughing. I lay on my towel, trying to understand what was going on. I would have expected a terrible reaction and not a joke. I took my phone and for the following two hours I just destroyed candies in Candy Crush, trying not to think. I thought that I was quite lucky since it could have all ended in a much worse way. We parted ways at around six in the evening. I went home and straight under a warm shower, completely clothed. I tried to free my brain from every thought, but I kept going back to the events of that day, particularly the mess I made at the beach. Guilt gave way to the memory of how good my orgasm had been. I thought of how good Erica's massage had been and how much pleasure I was getting from it every time. Without noticing, one of my hands went under the bikini top and started playing with my nipples while the other one was stroking my penis through the fabric of my thong. When I realized what I was doing it was too late and I once again exploded inside my skimpy underwear, making a mess that I had to wash with abundant hot water and soap. After my shower, I tied my towel on my waist and I went to the balcony to hang my clothes and bikini to dry. I took back the blue two-pieces that had dried in the afternoon, and I made sure that the wet clothes weren't visible from the road, hanging the orange bikini and the black swimsuit behind my trunks. The breeze coming from the sea made me remember how sensitive my nipples still were. A draft of wind made them retract and harden, and it felt as if a thousand needles were piercing through them. "Better wear something!" I thought. On the way to my bedroom, I saw the shopping bag from that morning lying on the floor. I opened the drawer and I started putting things away properly. I folded the blue set I just picked from the airer and I put it next to the black one with green and pink triangles. I took out of the package the second one-piece and I placed it next to them. Then I took the three bras and Brazilian panties out of their packaging and I matched the pair, black, white, and gray. When I was done, I looked at that drawer and I struggled to believe that it was my own. Looking at the wall in the direction of the balcony, as if I had X-ray vision, I added the two wet ones to the count. Sighing, I tried to wear a t-shirt without anything underneath to protect my nipples, but I quickly changed my mind when the cotton seemed to scratch me. From the drawer, I took one of the plain bras that, funny enough, seemed less feminine than the bikinis I was getting used to wearing. It was the gray one, as I hoped that the neutral color would stand out less both on my skin and in my way of seeing myself. I also took the matching Brazilian and I placed them on the bed. The first piece I put on was the bottom one. Compared to the thongs, the Brazilian had more fabric and it was a lot softer. Instead of having just a tiny T at the back, there was some coverage above my cheeks. Even on the side, where the bikini would just have two strings, there was about one inch of fabric. I found it very comfortable. then came the bra, but I had no idea how to wear it. I opened my computer and I went on YouTube to search for some "how to wear a bra" tutorials. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one with that problem, and I found many examples. The easiest way to put it on seemed to be inside out, with the hooks to the front and then rotating the whole thing into position, wearing the shoulder straps last. Right before starting, I looked in the mirror and I saw that the bikini had left another tan line. "At least this one should cover it!" I thought as I fumbled with the hooks. I took me three tries before I for the right thing in the right place. The video was also showing how to regulate the shoulder straps, something I had to do as they were digging in my skin. Looking in the mirror I saw a strange version of myself. I had never been hunky or muscular to start with, but those clothes were giving me a distinctively feminine look. Even if the cups of the bra were lightly padded, I could still see the shadow of the nipples pushing behind them. It was a very warm night and I decided to go to sleep with just those two items on, under a light blanket. For a few minutes, I was trying to record every single new sensation coming from the bra and panties, but I was really tired and I quickly fell asleep. ---------------- Continues in Part II