Chapter 2: Building Tension
Greg stepped out of his stall, wearing nothing but a blue and white striped bathing suit. He walked over to the mirror and stared at himself. The material clung to his bulge, accentuating its size. Fuck, was that really his package? You could give somebody a black eye with that, he chuckled to himself.
As he was about to take another look at himself, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Dani walking out of the neighboring stall. Her body was the embodiment of perfection; her skin was smooth and tanned, her curves accentuated in a tight purple bikini. She looked like an hourglass, all her curves etched symmetrically.
Dani looked at Greg and raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. "Looks like we both are packing," she said, as she walked over to the mirror.
"Mind if I join you?"
Greg's pulse quickened. "Not at all," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Dani stood next to him, shifting her weight from one leg to the other as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Without a word, Dani reached out and traced her fingers along Greg's chest. "Nice," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. Greg felt a shiver run down his spine as her hand moved down further, her fingers deftly undoing the knot of his bathing suit.