VIVIENNE
After supper,Korasked ifIwanted to take a dip in the pool.
“I checked and the water’s ready,” he said to me.“Youcould wear your new suit again.”Hiseyes flickered down to my breasts, which were mostly exposed by the tight red sundressIwas still wearing.
It really was too short for me—it kept riding up to show my ass and then, whenItried to pull it down to cover myself, the top slid down and showed my nipples.SothenIhad to quickly pull it up again.
I’d been fighting with it all during dinner—not thatKorseemed to mind.Hiseyes followed me, lazy with lust, every time one of my nipples popped out.
“Oops,”I’dsaid, laughing, after the third time it happened.“Iseem to be having a lot of ‘wardrobe malfunctions tonight.I’mnot sure this dress fits me right.”
“I think it looks fucking perfect on you,” he growled softly.“Ihope you don’t mind me enjoying the view.”
“I don’t mind,”Iadmitted, feeling my cheeks get hot.“Afterall, looking isn’t touching.Likeyou said before—we aren’t breaking any rules.”
“True,” he said, nodding and watching asItugged at the dress hem again and this time both my breasts popped free.
“Oh, forget it!”Isaid in disgust.“I’mnot bothering with it again!”
“Mmm.Maybeyou should just leave it like it is,” he suggested, his eyes brushing over the tight points of my nipples.
I lifted my chin, feeling hot and bold and naughty all at once.
“MaybeIwill.”
AndIproceeded to eat the rest of my dinner with my bare breasts on display.
Who was this wild, free, uninhibited woman,Iwondered asItook another dainty nibble of my baked potato.Wherehad she come from and where had she been hiding all my life?
It was probably wrong and crazy to be doing whatIwas doing.Thislittle game thatKorandIwere playing was dangerous—it would be so easy to go way too far.
ButIloved it—loved feeling beautiful and desirable.Lovedhaving his eyes on me and watching the way he adjusted himself when he thoughtIwasn’t looking.Hewas hard andIwas the reason why.Forthe first time in my life, that thought filled my belly with a warm glow of delight instead of cold fear and dread.
I loved feeling free enough to show off my body to him—feeling like he wasn’t going to try anythingIdidn’t want him to.Ifelt in control of the situation…which only made it more deceptively dangerous.
But when he invited me to swim,IknewIwanted to do it.
“Shouldn’t we wait until an hour after eating, though?”Iasked him.
He shook his head.
“Old wives’ tale.Besides, neither of us has eaten very much.”
Which was true.Thoughthe food had been excellent—ifIsaid so myself—we had both been picking at it.Iwas too busy showing myself off to want to eat much andKorhad apparently been too busy watching me to have very much of an appetite himself.
“I’ll put the rest of this away for later and then get changed and meet you at the pool,”Isaid, nodding at our half-full plates.
“Let me help,” he offered.Thenhe frowned.“Itjust occurred to me thatIdon’t have a suit to swim in, though.IguessIcan swim in my boxers.”
“If you want,”Isaid casually.“Oryou could go without and just swim—you know—in the nude.Skinny-dip.”
But he shook his head.
“No,Idon’t thinkI’dbetter do that,” he said, sounding regretful.“Itmight be too, uh, tempting.I’lljust swim in my boxers.”
“Didn’t you say you’d ordered some more clothes?”Iasked, asIgot up and started to clear the table.
He nodded.
