Mei Pt. 01

"Okay," I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. "I'll try it on."

As I slipped into the skimpy bikini, my heart started to race with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I had never worn anything so revealing before, and the thought of all the skin I was about to expose made my cheeks flush with heat.

Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but gasp at the sight before me. The tiny string of the bikini bottom disappeared between my plump cheeks, exposing almost everything. It felt almost scandalous, but also incredibly erotic, knowing that anyone who looked at me would see so much of my body.

The top was equally as daring, barely covering my nipples which were already hard and poking through the thin fabric. I couldn't help but feel exposed, with just a hint of my areola peeking above the tiny cup.

Despite the nerves, I couldn't deny how sexy and alluring I looked. The tight fit of the bikini showed off every curve of my small frame, making me feel both vulnerable and powerful. I couldn't resist taking a few poses in the mirror, admiring how the bikini hugged my body in all the right places.

But as I looked closer, I realized just how lewd and naughty the swimsuit made me look. My ass was barely covered, with the string digging deep into my flesh, and the top left almost nothing to the imagination. I blushed at the thought of anyone seeing me in this tiny bikini, but couldn't deny how much it turned me on.

After a few moments, I step out of the fitting room, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The man's eyes widen as he sees me, and he nervously compliments me on how good I look. I turn around and smile at the man, feeling confident and daring in my new bikini. "Do you like it?" I ask.

He nods eagerly. "Yeah, you look amazing in it. Would it be okay if I take a picture of you?"

I hesitate, unsure of whether or not I should agree. But something inside me urges me on. "Okay," I say, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being photographed in such a daring outfit.

I strike a few poses, turning this way and that, trying to look as confident and alluring as possible. "Like this?" I ask, glancing back at him over my shoulder.

He nods, snapping a few pictures with his phone. "You're a natural," he says with a grin.

I feel a flutter of pride in my chest, pleased to have earned his approval. "Thanks," I say, feeling my confidence grow by the second.

As I posed for him in the tiny bikini, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me. I was shocked at how daring I felt, and the way his eyes devoured my every move only added to my confidence. I ran my hands through my hair and arched my back, thrusting my chest forward to showcase my perky breasts barely contained by the skimpy top.

As I turned around, I caught him staring at my barely covered backside, the thin string of the bikini disappearing between my round cheeks. I could feel his gaze linger there, making me flush with heat. I took a deep breath and bent over, putting my hands on my knees and looking back at him over my shoulder. I knew that he was staring at the hint of my ass cheeks peeking out from under the tiny fabric, and it only made me feel bolder.

I straightened up, feeling the cool air brush against my nipples, which had hardened into tight peaks under the thin material of the bikini top. I couldn't help but strike even more provocative poses, my body feeling more and more alive with every movement.

He seems to be enjoying the show, and I feel a sense of pride at how attractive I look in the tiny bikini. As I turn back around, he nervously asks if I want to get ice cream with him after. I'm hesitant at first, not sure if I should go with him, but he seems nice enough, and I'm feeling confident in my new outfit.

"Sure," I say, giving him a smile. "I'd love to."

After changing back into my shorts and tube top, I feel a sudden rush of anxiety as I realize I'll have to get into his car to go get ice cream with him. Despite the unease, I agree, and as we make our way to the car, I can't help but notice how his eyes linger on me. I catch him stealing glances at my body, and I feel both nervous and excited at the attention.

As we drive to the ice cream place, we chat about our interests and our lives, and I find myself enjoying his company. When we arrive, he orders two cones and we sit in his car to eat them. I take a small bite of my ice cream cone, feeling the coldness run down my throat. As I take another bite, I feel a shiver run down my spine, making my nipples harden and poke through my thin tube top. I see him staring at my chest, and a wave of insecurity washes over me.

He chuckles softly, and I can feel his gaze lingering on my chest. "Are you cold?" he asks, his eyes fixed on my chest.

"A little bit," I reply, trying to play it off coolly.

"It's probably just the air conditioner," he says, grinning at me. "They're gorgeous, though."

I can feel my cheeks heating up as he continues to stare at my chest. "Thanks," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "But, you know, guys usually prefer bigger ones."

He places his hand in his lap, and I can't help but notice the size of the bulge growing there. "I don't know about other guys, but I happen to love small ones," he says, his voice low and seductive.

I feel my heart rate increasing as he leans closer to me, his hand still resting in his lap. "In fact," he continues, "I can prove it to you if you want."

I feel a flutter of excitement mixed with fear in my stomach. "Prove it to me?" I repeat, unsure of what he means.

He moves his hand from his lap and places it on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. "I could show you how much I love small ones," he whispers, his breath hot on my neck. "If you're interested, that is."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Did I really want to do this? Was it safe? But something inside of me was urging me to go for it, to experience something new and exciting.

Slowly, I reached my hand towards the man's lap, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks as I did so. I fumbled with the button on his jeans for a moment before finally managing to undo it.

I could feel his eyes on me as I reached inside, my hand trembling slightly with anticipation. And then, finally, I felt it - his erection, hard and throbbing against my fingertips.

I pulled him out slowly, feeling a rush of excitement as I gazed at him in awe. I had never seen one up close like this before, and I was amazed by its size and shape.

The man leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face as he watched me inspect him. "Well, what do you think?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

I bit my lip, feeling a jolt of desire shoot through me as I imagined what it would feel like to have him inside of me. "It's... impressive," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man chuckled, reaching down to stroke himself lightly. "I'm glad you think so," he said. "Do you want to touch it?"

I hesitated for a moment before nodding, reaching out tentatively to take him in my hand. He was warm and smooth to the touch, and I couldn't resist stroking him slowly up and down.

The man let out a low moan, his eyes closing in pleasure. "Yeah, just like that," he said, his voice husky.

I continued to stroke him, my own desire growing with each passing moment. I couldn't believe I was doing this - touching a complete stranger in such an intimate way.

But despite my reservations, I couldn't deny the excitement that was coursing through me. I wanted more - I wanted to experience everything that this man had to offer. As his fingers traced over my sensitive nipple through my top, I shivered with pleasure and my body responded in ways I had never experienced before. My skin was on fire, and I could feel the heat radiating off of me as his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. The sensation was overwhelming and I gasped, a mix of shock and excitement.

Without thinking, I reached down and pulled the tube top down, baring my small breasts to him. He looked at me hungrily, his eyes lingering on my exposed flesh. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

As he looked at me, I could feel his excitement pulsing in my hand, and I couldn't help but marvel at the size and shape of him. He was hard and thick, with every vein and ridge clearly defined. I felt a sudden urge to explore him, to feel him in every way possible.

I wrapped my fingers around him, marveling at the way he throbbed and pulsed in my hand. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but one that filled me with a sense of power and control. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, that I was touching him like this, but at the same time, I couldn't stop myself.

As I explored him, he groaned with pleasure and his fingers tightened around my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The two of us were lost in the moment, caught up in the heat of the moment and the raw intensity of our desires. As I continued exploring him, I noticed that he grew even harder in my hand. I looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were closed, and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. "You like that?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, god, yes," he moaned. "You're so good at this, sweetie."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride at the compliment. As I continued to stroke his shaft, I marveled at how it felt in my hand - warm and hard, pulsating with desire. I could feel every vein and ridge on his length, and it amazed me how responsive he was to my touch. His breathing grew faster and more ragged, and I knew that he was getting close to the edge.

I looked up at him, our eyes meeting in a moment of shared intimacy. His fingers were still toying with my nipple, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body. I felt my hips start to move in time with my hand, aching with a need that I didn't fully understand.

"God, you're so good," he moaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Just like that... don't stop."

I obeyed, increasing the speed and pressure of my hand on his shaft, feeling a surge of pride at the way he responded to me.

As his orgasm built, he moaned loudly, his body tensing and shuddering. I could feel his member pulsing in my hand, throbbing with each wave of pleasure that wracked his body. I watched in amazement as he let out a loud gasp and his hips jerked forward, releasing his hot liquid onto my hand. Thick ropes of his release jumped up and splashed against my small breasts, the warmth spreading quickly over my skin.

He slumped back in his chair, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the pleasure I had been able to give him. I looked down at the mess on my hand and chest, feeling a mixture of awe and slight disgust.

After a few moments, he looked over at me, a dazed look in his eyes. "Wow," he said, his voice ragged. "That was amazing. You're amazing." I couldn't help but blush at his praise, feeling a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. I looked down at my hand and saw the thick white fluid that had shot out of him, my fingers covered in it. Without thinking, I brought my hand up to my chest and began to rub the liquid over my nipples and breasts. It felt warm and sticky, and I was amazed at how good it felt to have his release on me.

The man watched me, his eyes fixed on my chest as I played with his release. "You look so hot covered in my cum," he said, his voice still ragged from his orgasm.

I blushed at his words but couldn't deny that I was turned on by the sight of myself covered in his release. I continued to rub it into my skin, feeling the slickness of it between my fingers.

"Do you want to taste it?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for that kind of intimacy, but the thought of it was too tempting to resist. Slowly, I brought my hand up to my mouth and tentatively licked a small drop of his release from my finger.

It tasted salty and musky, but also strangely addictive. I took another lick, and then another, until I was licking my fingers clean. The man watched me, his eyes dark with desire.

"God, you're so hot," he said, his hand reaching out to touch my breast. I gasped as his fingers brushed over my nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I sat there, dazed and unsure of what to do next, as he continued to touch me. The feeling of his rough fingers pinching and tugging at my nipples sent shivers down my spine. I tried to resist at first, but soon found myself melting under his touch, my body betraying me with every gasp and moan.

Suddenly, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of me, topless and exposed, with his cum still dripping from my hard nipple. I felt a rush of humiliation and arousal at the same time, but I couldn't deny that the image he captured was incredibly erotic.

As he showed me the photo, his fingers still playing with my breasts, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. I had never done anything like this before, and the idea of being exposed like this was both terrifying and thrilling.

"God, you look so hot like this," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I could take a hundred pictures of you just like this and never get tired of it."

I blushed at his words, feeling a surge of pleasure at the thought of being desired so intensely. But at the same time, a nagging voice in the back of my mind warned me that this was dangerous, that I was playing with fire.

Still, I couldn't resist the thrill of the moment. As his fingers continued to tease and torment my nipples, I leaned back in the seat and let out a soft moan. I knew that I was playing with fire, but in that moment, I didn't care. All that mattered was the rush of pleasure and the intoxicating feeling of being desired. I felt his fingers continue to play with my nipple, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. I was surprised at how sensitive it had become, and I found myself arching my back and moaning softly.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Can you drive me home now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He grinned at me and said, "Sure thing, sweetie," his hand still pinching, tweaking, and pulling at my chest the whole way.

As we drove, I never considered the fact that I had just given this man my address.

His hand continued to play with my chest, tweaking and pinching my nipples as he drove down the road. I could feel my breath quickening, and I knew I was getting wet with desire. I tried to focus on something else, anything else, but his touch was overwhelming. I felt powerless, completely under his control.

He chuckled as he noticed my reaction to his touch. "You're so small," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

I blushed at his words, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to hide my insecurity.

"You're just so petite, it's adorable," he replied, his fingers still playing with my nipples.

I couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. His touch was driving me wild, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being objectified. "I'm not a toy," I protested weakly.

He laughed at my protest, his grip on my chest tightening. "Of course you're not, but you're so cute when you're trying to resist me," he said, his tone playful but firm.

I felt a rush of conflicting emotions - on one hand, I wanted to push him away and assert my autonomy, but on the other hand, his touch was sending waves of pleasure through my body. I surrendered to his touch, my body writhing with desire as he continued to play with my chest.

Finally, we arrived at my house. I hesitated for a moment before asking him for his name, realizing that we had been so caught up in the moment that we hadn't even properly introduced ourselves. "My name is Brian," he said, still playing with my nipples.

I exchanged numbers with Brian, still feeling the heat of his touch on my skin. As I got out of the car, he called out to me, "I had a great time today, hope we can do it again soon." I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of seeing him again.

As I walked towards my front door, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Would Brian call me? Would we see each other again? And most importantly, did I want to take things further with him?

As I walked into my house, my mind was racing with thoughts of what had just happened. My small frame was covered in his cum, and I could feel it drying on my skin. I went straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and took a long look at myself in the mirror.

My hair was tousled and my face was flushed, but what really caught my attention was my chest. The cum was smeared all over my small breasts, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over me. I had never done anything like this before, and now I was covered in this man's release.

But as I looked at myself more closely, I couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal building within me. The way the cum clung to my skin, highlighting my nipples and curves, was oddly erotic. I slowly reached up, hesitatingly touching one of my nipples, and was surprised at the jolt of pleasure that shot through me.

With a sense of wonder and shame, I explored myself further, running my hands over my body and touching myself in places I had never dared to before. My heart was pounding as I tentatively reached down between my legs, my hand trembling with anticipation. I hesitated for a moment before finally giving in to the desire that had been building inside me since I got home. My fingers traced the outline of my lips, tracing the delicate folds before sliding lower, seeking out the source of the pleasure that had consumed me.

At first, my touch was light, barely grazing the sensitive skin, but as the sensation grew, so did my boldness. I slid my fingers over my slick folds, my movements becoming more and more urgent as I lost myself in the pleasure that was building within me.

My breaths came faster as my fingers moved with increasing speed, my body alive with pleasure. A small gasp escaped my lips as a jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me shudder with desire. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, my body writhing with the intensity of the pleasure.

Every nerve ending was on fire as I moved closer to the edge, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as I pushed myself higher and higher. The pleasure was so intense that I could barely contain myself. My body was vibrating with the sensation, every inch of me consumed by the pleasure.

And then, with a shuddering gasp, I came. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a sensation so intense that it left me breathless. My body convulsed with pleasure, waves of pleasure washing over me and leaving me panting and spent.

I lay there, feeling both ashamed and exhilarated by what had just happened. My fingers were still slick with my release, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something new, something exciting and forbidden.