Describing a swimsuit

[shinybikiniwife]

Gosh I hope Simon Doom writes a swimsuit story about me someday...

A long time ago I had a girlfriend who was a competitive swimmer, and one day with other friends she came over to my house and swam in the pool wearing one of her practice suits. It wasn't a particularly sexy cut, standard one-piece functional practice swimsuit, but it obviously had gotten so much use that it was rather threadbare, and after it got wet it looked like little more than a thin coat of paint. The sculpture of her body was completely revealed. And I mean, to the degree that it was clear she was not shaven (nobody was back then as far as I know). It was all I could do to restrain myself and not be over-obvious in my appreciation. I still remember that. It's not always the specific cut or color of the suit, it's the way it looks on a woman in the moment, and the impression she gives while wearing it.

 

[AndersonsBiographer]

High School History Teacher and Swim Coach, Emily "Mouse" Moskowitz:

He wasn't sure what had brought him here until he saw Venus Anadyomene incarnate, complete with her wringing water from the braids of her straight, rust-red hair. Slavic ginger rather than a Western ginger though, he suspected. Emily was even more top-heavy than Stephanie or Tina, her white and green swimsuit stretched enticingly over a set of soft, melon-sized breasts that had to complicate things in the water. They were at the upper end of what he considered attractive, though in her case he deemed them extremely so.

The muscles of her waist and the powerful legs beneath her well-proportioned hips showed evidence of serious endurance training, though not quite pro-level. Her skin was milky pale, she had a lovely, freckled broad face with deep brown eyes and a wide mouth that probably looked pleasant when it smiled, though right now it twisted under work-related strain. She was speaking to a couple of students as he approached.

Emily's big brown eyes began to glaze as strong emotions flooded her and she tried ignoring the warm churning sensation in her ovaries. Embarrassed, she trailed off and turned away from the stranger, staring at the waters of the pool instead. She drew a full breath of air into her chest, the movement doing wonderful things to her spandex-covered curves. She regained her composure before speaking again in a much subdued tone, still staring at the water.

 

[SimonDoom]

I was looking over my story list and recalled that I have three stories that feature lusty depictions of women in bikinis--A Bikini With A Mind Of Its Own, My Mom Is A Hot Mom Ch. 3, and Summer At The Lake With My Sister. The bikinis in them are green, red, and blue, respectively. The first is from the POV of the woman wearing the bikini, which has the distinction of being magical and constantly falling off her, and the second two are from the POV of a young man ogling the woman who is wearing it. Bikinis are useful and fun devices for an erotic story. They're a good example of "write what you know," because I KNOW I enjoy the sight of a woman in a bikini and I always have. I have a life-long stock of impressions and sensations to draw upon when I write about a woman in bikini. It's definitely a thing for me.

Not too long ago I had a girlfriend, a fitness instructor. Almost 50, but what a figure! She knew it, and had no compunction about wearing bikinis in public to show it off. One day I went over to her house and found her reclining in a lounge chair in the back yard, sunning herself, nursing a drink in a lowball glass. She wore a red Wicked Weasel thong bikini that would have been illegal in public if it had been any smaller, cork-heeled wedge sandals, a favorite gold necklace, and nothing more. Heck, the bikini might have been illegal anyway in some places. It covered what needed to be covered by the law, and little more. Her body glistened and looked like it might burst free of the strips of fabric at any moment. I wanted to pounce on her, but I restrained myself, snapped a photo of her with my phone, and said I was going to get a drink, too. I needed it.

I'm getting myself hot and bothered again. I need to write another bikini story. A new color. Maybe coral or lavender or olive green.