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To put it in a nutshell, Doreen was perplexed.
It might be more accurate to say Doreen was perturbed.
Her two week holiday was just beginning and already disaster had struck. Just yesterday she was congratulating herself on finding the "perfect" new summer bikini. It was the perfect color. It was the perfect fit. It felt perfect on her skin. It was guaranteed not to shrink or fade or dissolve in the salt water. The price was ridiculously low.
Then she had to find that terrible full length mirror in the hotel room. She kept bouncing up off the bed and running to the closet to look over her shoulder at the terrible truth.
Her figure was as fantastic as usual. She knew she was a 10 in any guy's book. Her problem was she looked like a clown because of 2 inch wide strips of stark white skin that framed her perfect new beach togs. She was afflicted with the bane of nicely tanned outdoor type young women the world round. She had exposed white skin revealed in a sickly display of incomplete tanning. Her best friend Cynthia Smyth-Jones had warned her repeatedly about her finicky refusal to remove her bottoms when they got their daily doses of sun rays. Doreen was comfortable with unstringing her top without removing it entirely but there was no way she would remove her bottoms and expose her sensuously shaped arse cheeks. The usual gaggle of perverts were looking for any opportunity to record "costume malfunctions" or relaxed standards of modesty to get the maximum coverage of the sun's healing rays.
She also refused to go to one of the many tanning salons that offered "nude tanning programs." The young business accountant sat on the edge of the wide comfortable bed and wept into her crumpled up sweat towel that had become almost a "baby" blanket of sorts.
Doreen ran to the door and flung it open because Cynthia had just called to tell her she would be right over to view the damage.
"Opening the door in your bikini, that's a bit risky even for you, girl!"
Doreen giggled.
She spun around and bent over to display the offending white stripes that looked like two landing strips on the bottom half of her lusciously shaped bum.
The sound of Cynthia's laughter convinced Doreen that she was beyond redemption. She was doomed to ridicule by absolute strangers.
Cynthia told her to straighten up and look forward. Then she instructed her to lift first one leg and then the other as she ran her fingers between the bikini bottom and Doreen's much sought after posterior.
"The bad news is the material is not going to stretch and cover your cheeks, love! The good news is we might be able to reduce the contrast at one of the salons along Ocean Blvd."
Cynthia had Doreen remove the bottoms and lay flat on the bed. She measured the width and height of the white arse cheeks and even tested them for bounce and flexibility. The opportunity to play with Doreen's bum was not to be missed. Her own backside was fully tanned almost into her deep crack. She had even wadded her cheeks to spread open a little bit when she was browning them up. Cynthia was one of those girls of fair complexion whose skin was overly sensitive to the rays of the sun. Her obsession in keeping herself nice and brown was more of a defensive strategy than an attempt to secure additional male attention to her already highly desirable body.
In point of fact, Cynthia was a product of generations of inbreeding and expensive finishing schools for young ladies. Her degree of composure and complete lack of visible emotion made her the perfect companion for the volatile Doreen. Although the lovely Cynthia had sexually experimented with a number of various sizes and shapes of cocks, she hid the fact that she really got off on just being able to touch and inhale the aura of a beautiful young female like Doreen in special moments like these.
"Dor, baby, before we go to the tanning salon, let's try repairing it with some blending cosmetics that will hold pretty good unless you go in the water or somebody or something rubs it off."
Doreen couldn't think of anything rubbing it off like that unless some guy was doing her doggy style and started banging her bottom pretty hard. She liked getting it that way the best of all but not if it was going to mess up her tan line.
"Put your ass up nice and high, honey! This stuff has got to sink into the skin real deep and smooth."
Cynthia started to rub Doreen cheeks with the mixture of base skin color mix and they could both see in the mirror that her bum was starting to turn into a pretty good matched one-tone brown instead of the sloppy looking two-tone job.
"I got to get it to stick real good, so I will be using this paddle to get it right in the pores."
The refined girl held Doreen's hips steady and began to briskly spank the young girl's bottom with a flat paddle normally used for table tennis. The sharp raps were applied with a heavy hand and soon Doreen could not stop herself from yelping in discomfort.
Despite her attempts to prevent it from happening, Doreen began to spray the bench with her female juices leaking in response to the spirited spanking. She was somewhat mortified because she did not want her best friend Cynthia to think she was gay or something like that. When Cynthia's fingers accidently strayed into her crack, she shuddered and achieved a minor orgasm just thinking of being the well-organized girl's play-toy. She realized that her friend must suspect exactly what her shudders and release of liquids meant.
"Cynthia, I am so sorry. The paddle just made me feel so horny I had to go like that. I have been very naughty and I hope you will forgive me."
To put it in a nutshell, Doreen was perplexed.
It might be more accurate to say Doreen was perturbed.
Her two week holiday was just beginning and already disaster had struck. Just yesterday she was congratulating herself on finding the "perfect" new summer bikini. It was the perfect color. It was the perfect fit. It felt perfect on her skin. It was guaranteed not to shrink or fade or dissolve in the salt water. The price was ridiculously low.
Then she had to find that terrible full length mirror in the hotel room. She kept bouncing up off the bed and running to the closet to look over her shoulder at the terrible truth.
Her figure was as fantastic as usual. She knew she was a 10 in any guy's book. Her problem was she looked like a clown because of 2 inch wide strips of stark white skin that framed her perfect new beach togs. She was afflicted with the bane of nicely tanned outdoor type young women the world round. She had exposed white skin revealed in a sickly display of incomplete tanning. Her best friend Cynthia Smyth-Jones had warned her repeatedly about her finicky refusal to remove her bottoms when they got their daily doses of sun rays. Doreen was comfortable with unstringing her top without removing it entirely but there was no way she would remove her bottoms and expose her sensuously shaped arse cheeks. The usual gaggle of perverts were looking for any opportunity to record "costume malfunctions" or relaxed standards of modesty to get the maximum coverage of the sun's healing rays.
She also refused to go to one of the many tanning salons that offered "nude tanning programs." The young business accountant sat on the edge of the wide comfortable bed and wept into her crumpled up sweat towel that had become almost a "baby" blanket of sorts.
Doreen ran to the door and flung it open because Cynthia had just called to tell her she would be right over to view the damage.
"Opening the door in your bikini, that's a bit risky even for you, girl!"
Doreen giggled.
She spun around and bent over to display the offending white stripes that looked like two landing strips on the bottom half of her lusciously shaped bum.
The sound of Cynthia's laughter convinced Doreen that she was beyond redemption. She was doomed to ridicule by absolute strangers.
Cynthia told her to straighten up and look forward. Then she instructed her to lift first one leg and then the other as she ran her fingers between the bikini bottom and Doreen's much sought after posterior.
"The bad news is the material is not going to stretch and cover your cheeks, love! The good news is we might be able to reduce the contrast at one of the salons along Ocean Blvd."
Cynthia had Doreen remove the bottoms and lay flat on the bed. She measured the width and height of the white arse cheeks and even tested them for bounce and flexibility. The opportunity to play with Doreen's bum was not to be missed. Her own backside was fully tanned almost into her deep crack. She had even wadded her cheeks to spread open a little bit when she was browning them up. Cynthia was one of those girls of fair complexion whose skin was overly sensitive to the rays of the sun. Her obsession in keeping herself nice and brown was more of a defensive strategy than an attempt to secure additional male attention to her already highly desirable body.
In point of fact, Cynthia was a product of generations of inbreeding and expensive finishing schools for young ladies. Her degree of composure and complete lack of visible emotion made her the perfect companion for the volatile Doreen. Although the lovely Cynthia had sexually experimented with a number of various sizes and shapes of cocks, she hid the fact that she really got off on just being able to touch and inhale the aura of a beautiful young female like Doreen in special moments like these.
"Dor, baby, before we go to the tanning salon, let's try repairing it with some blending cosmetics that will hold pretty good unless you go in the water or somebody or something rubs it off."
Doreen couldn't think of anything rubbing it off like that unless some guy was doing her doggy style and started banging her bottom pretty hard. She liked getting it that way the best of all but not if it was going to mess up her tan line.
"Put your ass up nice and high, honey! This stuff has got to sink into the skin real deep and smooth."
Cynthia started to rub Doreen cheeks with the mixture of base skin color mix and they could both see in the mirror that her bum was starting to turn into a pretty good matched one-tone brown instead of the sloppy looking two-tone job.
"I got to get it to stick real good, so I will be using this paddle to get it right in the pores."
The refined girl held Doreen's hips steady and began to briskly spank the young girl's bottom with a flat paddle normally used for table tennis. The sharp raps were applied with a heavy hand and soon Doreen could not stop herself from yelping in discomfort.
Despite her attempts to prevent it from happening, Doreen began to spray the bench with her female juices leaking in response to the spirited spanking. She was somewhat mortified because she did not want her best friend Cynthia to think she was gay or something like that. When Cynthia's fingers accidently strayed into her crack, she shuddered and achieved a minor orgasm just thinking of being the well-organized girl's play-toy. She realized that her friend must suspect exactly what her shudders and release of liquids meant.
"Cynthia, I am so sorry. The paddle just made me feel so horny I had to go like that. I have been very naughty and I hope you will forgive me."
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