A Blind Date

“Have something you would like to ask me?” he grinned.

“Can I wear something home?”

He waited.

“Sir, may I please wear something home?”

He grinned.

“Of course you can. Why, it would be indecent and illegal if you didn’t. Silly blonde!”

I just took it saying nothing.

“Here,” he said reach into his bag. “I bought this just for you.”

He tossed the small bundle that fit in his fist over to me. I caught it and looked. It was a bikini, but the most minimal thing. The bottoms were a leopard print g string and the top was a thin, unlined, black triangle, string tie top. I looked at him aghast.

“Well?” he said looking severe.

“Well what?” I asked.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

I really hated him. This suit might be legal but it was nowhere near decent enough for me to ride in public, and even worse, I realized, I would have to get out of the car and walk into my house in it.

“Oh my God,” I thought, “What would my conservative neighbors think of me if they saw me in this?”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Thank you...?” coached Ron.

I sighed in exasperation.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He just grinned and pulled on his beachcomber shorts and Hawaiian shirt as I stepped into the flimsy excuse for a bathing suit. It felt like my pussy and ass were not completely covered and as I moved, the top betrayed every jiggle and bounce of my breasts.

Like that, we walked out to Ron’s Corvette. We climbed into the car and he started the engine. It was going to be a very embarrassing ride home.