Stacy Lancaster: San Diego Pt. 01

Jared was relieved and felt a little foolish for being worried. His wife was not some paranoid, vain air-head. There wasn't much he could say that would offend her and she already knew his tastes. Still, he thought he would make sure she understood the situation. "I think it's totally awesome that you're willing to wear one of those little things for me. I know that they may make you a little uncomfortable. But honestly, if you want to look good for me, that black suit is guaranteed to make a big impact."

She did give him a final skeptical look. He walked over to her and rested his hand on her bare hip, the other clasping her shoulder. He kissed her briefly but pulled back before she began to respond. "It's not about showing skin, it's about style".

She stared at him for a few seconds, eyes only inches from each other. Then she grinned at him and punched him lightly in the chest. "I know that dummy. I just wanted to make sure you do."

She turned away from him. "Turn around. Don't look while I put this on."

Grinning and shaking his head, Jared did as he was told. This placed him at the glass door to the balcony and he spent a quite minute or so watching the people on the beach.

"Okay, turn around".

With his back to the bright window and its light streaming into the room, his wife was lit as well as any photo studio. He happily drank in the sight before him. They had just has a fabulous "quickie" and his wife had been moving about the hotel room naked for the last fifteen minutes but still, seeing his wife in that swimsuit had a heavy impact on Jared's lust-soaked brain.

The suit was a one piece but it was not a generic swim-team type suit. It was trimmed in gray-silver piping and its lower half cupped Stacy's pussy mound tightly, framing that promised-land in silver. The hips were cut high, showing bare thigh nearly to her waist.

The neckline, if you could call it that, plunged down to below her navel, granting glimpses of her creamy stomach and wide cleavage. Just above her breasts there was a tie string, holding the left and right halves of the garment together. Each half has held up by a wide strap across her shoulders.

Stacy turned, displaying her back. Across the top, the two halves were joined by an expanse of material extending half way down her back. There, a cut-away roughly circular in shape spread widely to her flanks, revealing the small of her back and threatening to show hints of her butt crack.

Jared just loved the effect. He couldn't imagine any mere biking looking half as good.

She turned back to face him and he just shook his head in wonder. "Un-fucking-believable."

Stacy bounced with a sort of giddy joy that was not at all feigned. She really liked being able to have this sort of effect on men when she chose to. But now, it was time get out of that hotel room before she jumped her husband's bones again. She turned away with a whirl and set about a few last tasks. Jared joined her.

The last thing Stacy did before leaving the room was plop her big floppy sun-hat on her head and put on her sun glasses. "Let's go honey, we got flesh to ogle."

Jared laughed as he closed the door behind him and followed her down the hall. "I actually think it will be more fun watching people ogle you."

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