Island of Inappropriate Compliments

"Oh, it's okay. I can just come back tomorrow or something."

"No, ma'am, it's fine. If you know what exactly you're looking for, I can direct you."

"Well, I was going to check out the swimwear, so it might take a while. I was thinking of getting a new bikini." I hoped they had something racier than my current one. The bottoms are revealing, but the top is rather modest. Now that I had tried topless sunbathing, I felt confident enough to go in something skimpier when I go to a regular beach. It might be fun to wear here, too.

The man eyed me up and down for a moment and then smiled. "Ma'am. Why didn't you say so? Tell you what. I'll just lock up right now and personally assist you. With my help, I'm sure it won't take much time."

"I can manage on my own."

"Ma'am, don't you think it would be best to get an unbiased opinion?" He had a point there, I thought, while he continued, "And I would love to see you in a tiny bikini. It would make my month! So, win-win, right?"

"Uh... I guess?"

The man darted off, locking the door, and flipping the sign to 'Closed' before rushing back to me. "Just follow me," he said, pushing through three aisles before turning left, smack into our destination. A dressing room was nearby and I noticed the selection of swimsuits was surprisingly large. For some reason, I didn't think it would be. He picked up a yellow number. "I saw a woman who was your size who wore this style, but in green. I think it would look great on you. Are your nipples large or small?"

"What?"

Without missing a beat, he repeated the question. "Are your nipples large or small?"

"Uh, if I had to be honest. Large, I guess. Or maybe, close to large? Is there a medium?"

"Hmm, if that's the case, this might not work. Areolas might pop out. Here, try this one, instead." He reached over for a purple and white number when he suddenly stopped himself and said, "Wait. Unless you're okay being a little spicy. Some women don't mind showing a hint of nipple like that."

"I... I don't think I've ever tried anything like that."

"Well, here. Try both of these. I'll give you my honest opinion."

I was a bit speechless how he had taken control over everything, yet was so pleasant about it. He was genuinely bubbly and friendly, even if I was fully aware he was just hoping to see some skin. I shrugged. Why not? I could have a little fun, right? Maybe if Jeff hadn't flubbed up so badly, he could be enjoying this, too. "I'll be right back," I said, going into a dressing room.

The man called out, "You could have changed out here, you know. There's no one else around."

"That's okay!" I hollered back. "I, uh, think you'll see enough of me soon, anyway." I was holding up the yellow stringy one, trying to figure out how to put it on. Once I finally did, I stepped out to let the guy have a look. I could already guess what his reaction would be. I said, "I think you were right. Shows a bit too much nipple." The bikini top had a cut-out design and some parts of the open area showed too much skin.

"I don't think it's possible for you to look bad in any bikini," the man sighed, eyes bulging. "Just, wow. Do you work out? That ass is amazing."

"Walk a lot at the university. Big campus."

"While you were in there, I found this. It's a one-piece, but a very slim V-cut. You'll have to be careful with the straps, so as not to accidentally pop out, but I bet the way this would ride up your ass would be amazing!" He sounded genuinely so happy to be able to speak so frankly to a customer. Maybe he was enjoying this experiment in his own way.

"Would you like to see it ride up my ass... uh, what was your name?"

"Oh, so sorry! I'm Miles. So, so happy to meet you. Yes, I would love to see that! Do you have any idea how much you're filling up my spank bank right now? I'm setting this to memory and definitely keeping the camera footage." He pointed to security cameras spread throughout the store, before saying, "I wish we had them in the dressing room."

I couldn't help but laugh again, I was almost getting numb to it. But was it inappropriate comments or just sexual harassment? I took the one-piece from his hands and examined it. "I think this might show more skin than what I'm currently wearing. It's like Borat's swimsuit, but with even less material."

Miles giggled, but also countered, "Borat's suit may have some remote similarities, but this one is every bit as sexy, as his was ridiculous. Trust me. And isn't showing more skin the point?"

"Tell ya what," I said playfully, "Let me see a couple more traditional styles as well, and I'll at least try this one, for your sake. Your spank bank, as you said."

"Hell, yeah! I'll go find some others while you get changed."

"So you want me to try this now? Before the others?"

"Since it's in your hands," he beamed. "But don't worry. I'll find others that suit you that are more traditional. Hopefully, without being too conservative."

"Maybe conservative is what I like."

"Hmm.... I don't think so. Not with that body. You'd be nuts not to be proud of that body. Certifiably insane not to show it off."

I chuckled. I did enjoy some attention I got for my figure, but I was raised to be somewhat modest. If anything, I usually dressed down. If my mother saw me now, she might have a straight-up heart attack. My father would probably slap me, and he's never laid a hand on me. Regardless, I smiled making my way back into the dressing room with the "shameful" swimwear -- I'm sure that's how my folks would classify it.

I was right about the V-cut one-piece. It left a lot less to the imagination than the first one I tried. Flesh was exposed on every side of my nipples. Inner boob, side boob and not much covering the front, either. Miles had accurately warned that I had to be careful not to let the straps fall out of place. But most embarrassing? Camel toe. Riding so tight up my crotch and ass, it showed everything. "Yeah, I'm not sure I'm coming out in this," I yelled through the door.

"Please!" he cried back.

"I might as well be naked!"

"Okay!"

I rolled my eyes. "Fine!" I shouted, thrusting the door open.

Miles' jaw dropped and he popped an instant boner. That much was easily seen. I almost turned around in shame, but he stopped me. "That might be the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"You talk as if I'm an object, Miles."

"We could go through the whole rigamarole of getting to know each other, but is that necessary just for me to appreciate your body? Damn, lady. You are amazing."

"At least use my name. It's Becca."

"Would you mind bending over, Becca? And could I take a picture on my phone?"

"Really?"

"Please!"

If I'd been drinking, I would blame it on the alcohol, but I really had no excuse for going through with it. I bent over. Far, too much. Even shifted my angle so he could see my backside better. Perhaps I was just subconsciously trying to take my mind off Jeff, who I hoped wouldn't be too upset with me over my willingness to entertain this young man.

Just as the store associate was about to take his first picture, one of the straps on the bikini popped out of place, causing my left boob to spill out. He clicked the button, right before I jumped up, tucking everything back in. "Hey, delete that, Miles! I did not mean for that to happen."

"Hell, yes! What a shot! C'mon, can I please keep it?"

"No! Show me you deleted it."

"Well, I haven't deleted it yet."

"I'm going to put my clothes back on and leave the store unless you delete that right now!"

Miles huffed, rolling his eyes. "Fine! No nude pics. I'll delete it, but can you at least give me just a minute to appreciate it first?"

I frowned, crossing my arms. "Fine. Look first, then delete."

Miles turned back to the camera phone and smiled. "Wow, this really is a good picture, too. See?" He pointed it to me. If I were paying someone to take boudoir photos, it's exactly the kind of thing I would hope to get. The lighting was great and the angles even better. Probably sheer luck it turned out that good. "I think you're naturally photogenic," he said, "And wow, you got great tits. That is hot. Really erotic. See?" He held it up, showing me again.

"Ugh, fine! Keep the damn photo, but don't share it, okay?"

"It's a shame you won't let me. My buds would love this, but I swear I won't. I will, however, jerk off to it. The way your ass looks. Mmm." He stared back at the digital image, as if mesmerized. "Gets a man instantly hard. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Not until recently," I said, sarcastically.

"What an amazing body. You turn heads."

I giggled, relaxing a bit more. "Can we get back to trying on bikinis?"

"Oh, of course! Here you go. This is a very sleek black one. It's going to push your boobs up and make them look bigger than they already are... which is kinda hot to think about. But even so, it still shows lots of flesh while keeping your form. Very supportive."

"You know a lot about these."

"It's my job, ma'am."

"Becca."

"Becca," he smiled. "Now, to make this one work, you'll need to accurately position the adjustable straps. Too tight and you'll have unseemly spillover and too loose, the bikini won't hold you up like it's intended. I mean, if you don't mind, I can help put it on you. You know, show you every detail."

"You just want to see my tits."

"Yes, that's right. Feel them, too, if I can get away with it."

I laughed out loud again. Was it part of the experiment or simple honesty? Maybe both? "Okay, step back a minute. You are NOT feeling my tits. But I'll make a deal. Delete that picture and I'll let you help me put on this top. You can use the memories for the spank bank."

"Oh, wow, you are evil. I have no choice but to do this and this picture is diamonds! Tragic to lose it." He pressed a few buttons on his phone.

"You didn't actually delete it, did you?" I asked, flatly.

"Well, no. But can you blame me?"

I didn't even answer. Instead, I just started peeling myself out of the Borat bikini, giving him a view of everything. I thought I might have to call an ambulance the way he screamed. Gratefully, from joy, not fear. "Fuck yes!" He wanted to fist-bump someone and looked a bit lost. "Holy shit, you are smoking hot."

"I can tell you think so," I said, acknowledging his boner.

"Well, here's the black bikini. You can put on the bottoms first and I'll help with the top when you ask. Do you mind if I stroke myself while I watch?"

"What?" I screamed.

"Don't make me feel bad for asking! You know you turn me on. And I dunno, it's kinda hot for me. I've always wanted to jerk off in front of a stranger."

It was getting hot for me, too, if I had to be honest, but this had to be crossing lines. I know Jeff says he enjoys the fact that others find me attractive, but the way he got so jealous over things that were just spoken to me proves he has a possessive streak. Doesn't it? Anyway, I wasn't sure how Jeff would react if a guy got off to me, in front of me.

Miles continued with his demand. "You know I'm going to jerk off to you later, anyway. I'll be thinking about this whole evening for months. Looking at your picture, too. But this would just make it like my perfect wish."

"Wish, huh? Maybe if it was your birthday," I joked. Miles held his finger up, smiling, and with his other hand he procured his wallet from his back pocket. "No fuckin' way," I sighed.

Miles was practically jumping up and down while showing me his driver's license. His birthday was in fact, today. "Call it fate, Becca! C'mon!! Please!!!"

"Fine!" I screamed, my boobs bouncing. Miles dropped his pants in a nanosecond and started beating off fast. "Slow down!" I insisted.

"Not if I want to cum," he said. "I know you'll be finished soon, so I'd like to... well, you know... finish, too."

"You did not say you were going to cum, Miles!"

He didn't bother arguing back, instead concentrating on his act of getting off on me. I just shook my head and started on the new bikini. The bottoms were skintight, but I loved the way they felt as I slid them on. As comfortable as my yoga shorts, but far sexier. It showed a lot of cheek. I took my time checking myself out, exaggerating my movements as I shifted and turned to poke out my tush and look at every angle. I arched my back, making my tits thrust out. Miles seemed to like that. "Are you already close?" I asked, hearing his breathing getting heavy.

"Oh, my God, yes."

"Are you sure you want to finish before helping me with the top?"

Instantly, Miles stopped, his hand still wrapped around his meaty cock. "Oh yeah, good point. But, uh..." He looked down to his erection. "You don't mind?"

"Just keep it away from me." Never in a million years would I have dreamt I would allow a nude stranger (with an erection!) help me put on a swimsuit. It was farcical, yet here I was. I allowed the horny attendant to take another long look without saying a word while I handed him the top. "Alright, Miles. Be professional."

"Of course, ma'am," he said. "Let's just put it on here and I'll work the straps in the back."

As I turned, I felt his hot cock brush against my hip. I was already wet, but that took it up a notch. As he adjusted the straps in the back, he brought his hand around to fit the cup better and he got a hefty feel of my right breast. "Watch it, now!" I stated, just as he started making unintelligible grunting sounds. Suddenly, I felt a hot dampness splash on my right ass cheek and some on my leg. I jumped back, screaming.

"Oh, ma'am! I am so sorry! I wasn't even touching myself, but you are so hot I couldn't stop it from happening. Please, let me get you a towel!" He raced away, his still-hard cock swinging comically while he tried to amend the situation.

I was mortified and utterly turned on at the same time. First, just being totally reactive, I had accidentally touched a bit of the semen that splashed across my ass. I did that right as it happened. While Miles was out of sight, I touched it again. It was still warm. I wish I had seen it shoot out. I love that. I couldn't help but be pleased by the fact that he came on me, just because he was so turned on. But I was also feeling a bit uncomfortable, thinking things had gone maybe too far. It was probably best to end this charade. When the store associate returned with a hand towel, I said, "Miles, thank you for helping. I am going to come back in a few days when there's more time for me to shop properly. I'll just go without a suit tonight, thank you."

"Oh, uh, okay. I apologize if what happened offended you. It's just, your ass is so tight and when I was looking at it, I dunno... my dick just has a mind of its own, I guess."

"It's fine. I understand." Playing along with the rules of this 'experiment,' I added, "Thank you for enjoying my body so much. It's nice knowing I make for a good sex object." I was being a bit sarcastic, but I don't know if it cut through.

"Wow, you sure do. Thanks for making my night."

"You're welcome."

**

I left straight from the shop (horny as hell) and headed to the pier. I had a book, some fruit I had carried from the resort, and just a little bit of time left to enjoy the warm sun. There was about an hour to spare before sunset. At this time of day, it's perfect, too. It can get brutally hot in the earlier hours.

I suppose I should have mentioned already that no wi-fi devices are also part of this deal. Not even a smart watch. Jeff and I thought it would be worth sacrificing those things, considering the return. As I strolled out to the pier, I wondered how he was doing without any way to communicate with me. Or anyone, for that matter. I had no idea what they were doing with Jeff on that side of the island. I suppose he still has to abide by the rules of this experiment, even if he is kept away from others. Surely, he has to interact with staff at times, to eat and for housekeeping. Things like that. I wondered if any of his interactions had gone anything like mine.

When I arrived, I was surprised to see so few people out at the beach, considering how peaceful and beautiful it is. Not enough folks appreciate nature, I guess. There was one man at the end of the pier and he looked to be in his mid to late 30s. He looked completely self-absorbed, humming to himself, and staring into the sky. I also passed a young couple who were laying out on the beach nude, but I hadn't noticed anyone else.

It was still quite warm outside and I didn't have my bikini as I had intended to get one at the store. Without one, I contemplated going naked since it's allowed here. It sure would beat wearing clothes. The man at the other side of the pier wasn't paying me any attention -- he wasn't even looking in my direction -- so I figured, 'What the hell?' and a minute later, I was stripped of everything with my toes in the water. I opened the book and smiled, sighing. I was beginning to really enjoy this place. Abnormal, yes, but free from inhibitions.

About twenty minutes into it, the quiet man still hadn't noticed me and I caught a whiff in the air that indicated he was smoking some grass. I never took to the stuff myself, but I don't care if others do it. Then I noticed the nude sunbathing couple, who I had walked past to get here. They got up and started heading my direction. For a quick moment, I considered throwing my clothes back on but then decided that would be silly. They were naked, too, and since it's allowed, it shouldn't matter who's naked and who isn't, anyway.

When the two started to get closer, the young woman waved and screamed, "Hi!" She jogged toward me. "Hey, we saw you when you arrived and have been wanting to introduce ourselves. I'm Madelaine, but everybody calls me Maddy. This is Dan, my boyfriend." He was still about ten paces behind, carrying a backpack, but every bit as naked as his girlfriend. Maddy was lithe, with small, but firm breasts. Dan was very easy on the eyes, too - perhaps ten pounds shy of being "Hollywood cut" -- and he had a good-looking penis. Not that I rate them, but his flopped about nicely as he strolled over.

I put my book down and welcomed them. It would be terrific to make some friends if I have to be here for another week and a half without Jeff around. "Hi! I'm Becca. I noticed you, too, but I guess I was too shy to say anything. I'm glad you came over. This beach is beautiful, right?"

"Oh, fuck right, it is!" Maddy smiled enthusiastically. "Hey, when you took your clothes off... wow! I know Dan wanted to see you up close, so I insisted we come meet you. You don't mind, do you?"

"Uh, no, not at all. Thank you." I sat up a bit, my toes still in the water and motioned for her to sit next to me, which she did. A moment later, Dan took the other side. We were facing the fading sun and shades of yellow and orange reflected off the water.

Dan said, "Don't mind Maddy. She's a bit hyper. She's the one who wanted to meet you ever since you walked by."

"Come on, Dan. Admit it!" teased Maddy. "You were dying to see her naked!"

"Of course, I was!" He nudged me, winking, "You might have the firmest ass on the island. And those tits! Jesus!"

I giggled. "Everyone keeps saying so, thanks." I wasn't sure if I was following the rules of this experiment or actually, genuinely thankful that a stranger just crassly complimented my body. It was all starting to blur. "But hey, you're not half bad yourself," I teased. I could see his cock twitch.

Mandy looked across the ocean water and sighed. "This is incredible. Amazing view." She arched behind me to yell at her partner. "Dan, I bet you're loving this. You get to share this gorgeous sunset with two hot, naked women."

Dan laughed. "It's a good thing I'm not sitting between you two ladies, let me put it that way. But yes, I am very much loving this!"