The Wrong Bikini by mrs_mackenzie
Discover the tantalizing twists in 'The Wrong Bikini' erotic sex story, where a summer getaway leads to unexpected encounters and sizzling chemistry. Dive into passion, desire, and the thrill of fate in this steamy narrative. Perfect for those seeking an adventurous read!<br/>
Eighteen Months Ago
Everyone at Kingley University knew that the ski trip was about sex, not skiing. The Ski Club had three hundred members and at least two-thirds never did any skiing. In fact, I’d never been skiing before in my life. But if you weren’t in the Ski Club, you couldn’t go on the ski trip, and no ski trip meant no sex. And ski trip sex was legendary. Last year, a hot guy named Harvey Wang had fucked three girls in the same bed at the same time. Five years ago, a girl named Josie Polder, who was now a journalist and sometimes appeared on the TV news, had been gangbanged by nine guys. I couldn’t even imagine it.
Actually, I was busy imagining it when my housemate, Lucy, snapped me back to my senses.
“You’re away with the fairies,” she said after tapping my shoulder repeatedly, shaking her head. I looked around, my entire body except my head submerged in the heated spa pool, convinced I must have a guilty look on my face. Luckily, if I was blushing, it was hidden by the low evening lights that gave the spa room its relaxing glow.
There was a sign on the wall that said ‘Strictly no alcohol in the pool’ in English, French and German, but the array of empty glasses lined up along the edge of the tiles was testament to how little the hotel staff cared when British university students came to stay. “Are you getting more to drink?” I asked, hopefully, watching my other housemate, Millie, getting out of the pool, her bikini stretched over her big tits, dripping water. The three of us had shared a house in Kingley for the past three months; a two up two down with my bedroom converted from the downstairs sitting room. The single shared bathroom was inevitably a disaster zone of toiletries and makeup, especially as the three of us were on the synchro swimming team, which necessitated daily showers and untold hair washes.
“Probably,” Millie confirmed, as Lucy climbed out after her. Where Millie was curvy and booby, Lucy was slim and toned, and I was somewhere in between.
“I’ll come, I’m thirsty,” I said, standing up and feeling the cool air go straight through me.
“I’ll bet you are,” Millie grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “Har har.”
“Thirsty for Nathan,” Lucy added, making eye contact with me and then making a blowjob gesture with her hand by her mouth.
“So what if I am? I don’t see either of you getting a shag tonight.” Out on the side of the pool, I picked up a fresh hotel towel from the stack and began drying myself.
“In my case, that’s because apparently every girl on this trip is straight,” Lucy said. Lucy was a year older than the other two of us and had been the one who’d recruited us for the synchro team; she’d later admitted that she’d hoped that we were into girls so she could seduce us, but unfortunately for her, both Millie and I were completely straight. “But I don’t know what Millie’s problem is,” she finished, giving Millie a wicked look.
“I’d be happy to take my knickers off if another Harvey Wang came along,” Millie said, and we all took a moment to picture sexy Harvey. Well, Millie and I did; Lucy just looked disgusted at our desire for a hot guy.
“Are we going back up to the room to get changed?” I asked, putting a hotel robe over my bikini once I was acceptably dry.
“I wasn’t going to bother. The bar will be shut in less than an hour,” Lucy said.
“Well that’s okay for you, but if I lean forwards in this my tits are gonna fall out,” Millie said, cupping her boobs through her robe.
“Oh no,” Lucy said in a sarcastic tone as we began walking out of the pool room. “My giant udders will fall out, whatever will I do? Maybe you could ask one of the hundred dudes who can’t stop staring at them.”
Apart from a handful of unlucky guests staying on the top floor, basically the entire hotel had been taken over by the ski club. As we walked through the lounge towards the bar, you could hear people speaking English everywhere, and the atmosphere was heavy with desperation. Nobody wanted to miss out on the doubtlessly wild sex that everyone else was having. I saw a couple snogging in a shadowy corner and felt a pang of jealousy just from that.
“Tequila, six shots,” Millie said when we got to the bar. “You can charge it to room three-twenty.”
“No, some guy’s put his card back here and he says to charge everyone’s drinks to it,” the barman said in a heavy French accent.
“Oh, nice,” Lucy said, picking up the first tequila shot and downing it before the others had been poured. “Wonder who it is?”
“It’s Wesley Coles,” I said, impressing both of them with my knowledge. “I overheard him saying he was going to do it earlier.”
“Ladies,” Wesley said, coming over from a nearby table with a drink in hand. “Did I just hear my name?”
He was one of those guys who thought he was God’s gift to women because he had a lot of money, but in reality he was a gangly, pasty blond with teeth too big for his mouth. Millie and I just smiled politely, but Lucy openly scoffed and began to walk off. He pretended not to notice.
“Thanks for the drinks,” I said, trying to smile just enough to be civil but not enough to encourage him.
“You’re welcome.” Just the way he said those words was somehow creepy. “I’m trying to get a little game going, if you’re interested?”
“What kind of game?” Millie asked, guardedly.
“A card game,” he said, chuckling to himself like he knew there was a catch but he wasn’t going to tell us.
“No, thanks,” I said, and we both turned back to the bar to pick up our drinks and follow Lucy.
“I don’t know why, but he always gives me a weirdo vibe,” Millie said, once we were out of Wesley’s earshot.
“One day the police are definitely going to find someone buried in his garden,” I said, and Millie laughed.
“Oh, here she is. Paige, I was just talking to your biology pal,” Lucy said, loudly, when she saw us approaching. I looked to see who it was, then averted my eyes and tried not to blush when I saw it was Nathan.
“Hi,” I said, feeling like an idiot.
“Hi Paige,” he replied. He was leaning with his back against the wall, one hand in his pocket and one hand holding his drink, his hair pushed back on the top of his head, exposing more of his face, which suited him. I often idly wondered whether our kids would have his dark hair or my blonde hair, and his deep, brown eyes or my blue ones. Really I should have known about inherited characteristics, but human biology was my least favourite topic. Nathan was also taking biology, but like Lucy, he was a year older than me, so we only shared one class. He was handsome but with a kind of unkempt look which drove me crazy. Then I realised I’d been gazing at him like a schoolgirl with a crush for far, far too long and I suddenly looked away again. Nathan laughed.
“I haven’t seen you around this evening much,” he said, starting the conversation with ease.
“We’ve been hanging out at the spa pool,” I explained.
His eyes slid down to my robe, guessing what I must be wearing underneath. “Oh, cool,” he said, returning his eyes to my face. “I haven’t really tried out the pool here; I’m not much of a swimmer.”