Chapter 1: Introduction
Blake and Ethan were walking down the sidewalk by the beach when they came across a surf shop. Blake saw they had a ton of suits inside and excitedly hurried inside. Ethan stopped and said he’d meet her in a bit that he was going to go to another shop down the way. Blake felt a pang of annoyance but just smiled and said, "Sure, babe. I’ll be here trying on swimsuits." She turned and headed into the surf shop, leaving him outside to check his phone.
The shop was filled with the usual beach clutter - boards hanging from the ceiling, wetsuits and rash guards piled high, and a display of salty sunglasses. Blake turned to the swimsuit rack and started flipping through the options. The store was empty except for a guy behind the counter, who was wiping down a surfboard.
"Need some help with anything?" he asked, not looking up. Blake had to smile.
The guy behind the counter was a classic beach bum, sun-kissed skin, tousled blonde hair, and a relaxed demeanor that belonged more on a skateboard than behind a cash register. "Yeah, I could use some help," she said. "I'm looking for a new swimsuit. Something... attention-grabbing."
The guy finally looked up, and Blake felt a spark. His eyes were a bright blue, like the ocean on a clear day, and he had a smile that could melt ice. "Attention-grabbing, huh?" he said, walking over to the swimsuit rack. "I think you grab attention just by existing” he said. Blake laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied. “What’s your name?”
He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving hers. “Chad. You?”
“Blake. So, Chad, you think you can find something that’ll make me stand out?”
Chad pushed away from the wall, his eyes scanning the suits. “Oh, I think you’ll stand out no matter what. But let’s find something that’ll make you feel as good as you look.”
Blake raised an eyebrow.
"You're pretty confident for a guy who doesn't even know me."
Chad grinned. "I don't need to know you to know you're something special." He plucked a few suits off the rack, holding them up to Blake's frame. "What about this one? It's got a little less fabric, a lot more... panache."
Blake smirked. "Panache, huh? I like it." She took the suit from him and headed towards the changing room, glancing back over her shoulder smiling. She tried the suit on. It was a blue bikini and the bottoms seemed way too small for the size on the hanger. Her ass was just dumping out and the thin little runway she kept above her pussy was showing it was so low. Her tits barely fit in the top as well. “Hey Chad did you get me the right size” she asked. She was behind the curtain but he was standing outside. "You know, Blake, I think the sizes might be a bit off in this shop," Chad said, his voice casual, but there was a hint of mischief in it. "You should try a smaller size. I think it'll fit you just right."
Blake peeked out from the curtain, giving him a playful glare. "Really? Because I think you're just trying to see me spill out of this thing."
Chad laughed, "It can’t be that bad let me see”. Blake pulled back the curtain slightly to show off the tiny bikini, her curves overflowing. Chad’s eyes widened slightly before he chuckled. “Wow, Blake, you’re not kidding. That suit is definitely working hard to contain you.”
Blake laughed. "Yeah, I think I need something with a little more... support."
She saw him glance at her pussy and blushed. I mean my ass swallows this thing she said turning around to show him. She saw his mouth go wide as he saw her ass in the tiny thong bikini. She also saw his pants twitch. She smiled knowing that she had an effect on him. "So, Chad, what do you think? Can you find me something that will fit my... generous curves?"
Chad cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Of course, Blake. I'll find something that'll make you look amazing. And... comfortable." He quickly turned away, trying to hide his growing bulge, and started riffling through the suits.
Blake slipped back into her clothes, her heart pounding. She couldn't help but feel a thrill from the interaction. She tied her hair up in a messy bun and stepped out of the changing room.
Chad was still looking through the racks, but his eyes flicked up to meet hers when she emerged. "So, what do you think?" she asked, gesturing to her current outfit.
He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her curves. She could see his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "You look... great," he finally said, his voice a little gruff.
She saw he was semi hard and his cock was struggling against his pants. She didn’t turn away, instead she let her eyes linger. She was not afraid to embrace her desire, and she saw in his eyes that he was not afraid to embrace his either. "You know, Chad," she said, her voice a bit husky, "I think we could help each other out."
Chad's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't look away. "Oh yeah? And how's that?"
Blake took a step closer, her voice low. "I could use a little... assistance with my search. And you seem like you could use a little...
relaxation," Blake finished, her voice barely a whisper. She was standing close enough to Chad now that she could see the pulse throbbing in his neck.
Chad's eyes locked with Blake's, and she could see the desire burning in them. He seemed to be weighing his options, but Blake could tell from the way his chest was rising and falling quickly that he was already leaning towards her suggestion.
"I don't know, Blake," he said, his voice a bit rough. "I don't want to get you in trouble. You have a boyfriend, right?"
Blake smirked, her eyes never leaving his.